“‘ELLO ‘ELLO AND WELCOME TO ANOTHER EXCITING GAME OF QUIDDITCH!!! I’m your commentator, Dennis Creevey! Glad to see you all could make it despite all this snow, because today we have quite a match! Hufflepuff vs. Ravenclaw and—OH they’re walking out onto the field!”

Cheers erupt from all stands as the individual Quidditch teams march onto the field. The visibility is clear at the moment, but the snow is expected to thicken as game progresses.

“Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw take their positions on the field! Madam Hooch seems to be shouting something at them over the wind—can’t quite make out what she’s sayi—what’s that, professor? Yes! Fine! ANYWAY back to the players. Cornfoot and Jones shake hands, poor things look like they're freezing out there! Here’s the toss up, and they’re… off!

“Corner takes quaffle, makes a quick pass to Fawcett to avoid a well aimed bludger from Jones. Fawcett’s going for the goal, and no one’s in her way and and and RIGHT past Stebbins! Fawcett scores! Ten points to Ravenclaw!”

Cheers erupt from the Ravenclaw side of the pitch.

“Sally-Ann Perks with a pass to Rose Zeller, Ravenclaw at 10 points, Hufflepuff with Zero. A bludger from Cornfoot to Sally-Ann! A quick dodge but Hufflepuff’s lost possession of the quaffle to Brocklehurst! Brocklehurst to Corner and then again to Fawcett and then back to Brocklehurst. Attempt and GOAL! Brocklehurst scores! Ravenclaw 20, Hufflepuff nil. Come on, come on!”

Cheers erupt from the Ravenclaw side of the pitch.

“Smith with the Quaffle, and—Oi! He’s ignoring Zeller and Perks and heading straight for Bradley! A feint and the attempt… Bradley with the save, tossing off to Brocklehurst! Dodging a bludger she moves closer to the hoop, then passes to Corner, who takes a hint from Smith and feints to Fawcett before going for a goal… and it’s in! Corner scores! Ravenclaw 30, Hufflepuff, zip.”

Cheers erupt from the Ravenclaw side of the pitch.

“Perks to Zeller, and back again, then the Smith and—what’s that? Madam Hooch is on the field, it seems that Megan Jones has called a time out for Hufflepuff! It took a second to hear that, boy the snow is PILING on out there! INCREDIBLE!”

The Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw teams are barely visible greyness that is the slush of rain and snow, as well as wind. Although the storm is intensifying Madam Hooch appears as though she has no intention of stopping the game.

“It seems that Zeller’s been replaced by one of the Hufflepuff team’s reserve players! Madam Pomfrey is making her way towards Zeller—I’ve just got word that she did get hit by a bludger and…had a nasty fall, nothing fatal I hope! Oh come on she’s still walking! Don’t give me that look professor, but back to the game, it seems like Jones is ready to proceed! And Hufflepuff has the quaffle, the reserve chaser whose name I don’t quite know is in possession! A pass to Smith! Smith makes his way towards Bradley, swerving away from Brocklehurst and then another bludger from Cornfoot! And an attempt! And score! FINALLY! Ravenclaw 30, Hufflepuff 10. NOW WE HAVE OURSELVES A GAME!”

Cheers erupt from the Hufflepuff side of the pitch. Boos emerge from the Slytherin side of the pitch.

“Fawcett has possession. Pass to Corner. Return to Fawcett. Fawcett moves forward and—where’d it go? RESERVE! Reserve has it! Reserve is zipping down the pitch. Pass to Smith. Pass straight to Perks, and SCORE! Ravenclaw 30, Hufflepuff 20!”

Cheers erupt from the Hufflepuff side of the pitch.

“Brocklehurst back with a vengeance, she’s not letting go of that quaffle! Down the pitch she goes and Jones does her best to unseat her with a bludger but it’s a no go! Brocklehurst approaches the goal and sizes up Stebbins annnd GOAL! Ravenclaw 40 Hufflepuff 20! WOW!!! You do not mess with that one, you don’t!”

Loud cheers erupt from the Ravenclaw side of the pitch.

“Smith looks mad as shite as he rushes down the pitch, and whoa! ANOTHER bludger! This time from Griffiths almost unseating Smith! Smith loses the quaffle to Brocklehurst. Brocklehurst fakes a pass to Fawcett before passing to Corner! Corner down the pitch, but Reserve’s not having it! Corner having a bit of a screaming match with him, I wish I could hear what they were saying and OH the quaffle’s back to Brocklehurst! Who goes in and… GOAL! Ravenclaw 60, Hufflepuff 30. Ravenclaw holding on to that lead!”

An indiscernible cheer starts on the Ravenclaw side of the pitch.

“Smith to Reserve, who seems to be holding his own. Cornfoot’s trying to knock him off but nothing seems to hit this guy! Reserve tosses off to Perks, who’s squaring off with Brocklehu—IS THAT? ACKERLEY’S SEEN THE SNITCH! Summerby’s hot on his tail! They’re neck and neck and plunging towards the ground! I can’t see it! THEY’RE GOING TO CRASH!!! BLOODY HELL!”

The pitch is unnaturally quiet on all sides. Both players are on the ground after the steep dive then crash.

“What? NO! You can’t take points away I’m commentating, besides! Ackerley and Summerby are on the ground, and the snitch is nowhere to be found, it seems like Ackerley’s shoulder is injured! And Summerby’s back up, do we need ANOTHER reserve player? GOODNESS. See, I’m keeping it classy, Professor! No. No, wait. Ackerley’s up and he’s shooing away Madam Pomfrey and he’s back on his broom. That's the spirit, mate! Why isn't he in Gryffindor again? But they’re back up, Ackerley swerving a bit! Ravenclaw took advantage of the mayhem and bumped up the score to 80, Hufflepuff still at 30!

“Reserve has possession of the quaffle. You know they should really give him Smith’s position! He’s doing a much bette—OI I’m only joking no need to shove! Reserve going down the field and Smith and Perks assist with a Hawkshead Attacking Formation! Impressive! A feint. A feint. SCORE! Ravenclaw’s still ahead but if Reserve has his way Hufflepuff’ll make it up! Ravenclaw 80, Hufflepuff 40!”

Cheers erupt from the Hufflepuff side of the pitch.

“Corner has the quaffle, he seems to be having letting go issues, but no problems! Down the pitch, and straight to the posts! He dodges a well delivered bludger from Bones and ends up passing to Brocklehurst. Brocklehurst to Fawcett. Fawcett seems to be having some trouble with Smith! And Reserve crashes right into Brocklehurst who Fawcett was just about to pass to! I CALL BLATCHING! That was just too bloody convenient, that was! Hooch won’t have it though, but Corner has the Quaffle. And SCORE! Ravenclaw 90, Hufflepuff 40! They’re going for the hundred mark!”

Cheers erupt from the Ravenclaw side of the pitch.

“Smith to Reserve! They seem to be right ignoring Perks, eh? Reserve back to Smith! Smith’s heading down the p—THEY’VE SEEN IT AGAIN! Summerby and Ackerley are both darting straight toward the Ravenclaw goal posts! Summerby slightly in the lead, THEY’RE NECK AND NECK NOW. Closer and closer and WHO HAS IT?! WHO HAS IT?! …. SUMMERBY!!! Summerby has caught the snitch! The game’s over! Final Score: Hufflepuff 190 | Ravenclaw 90!

Cheers and boos leave the crowd, the Hufflepuff side of the pitch is getting progressively louder.

It’s all over! Good thing too, they were all dropping like flies! This is Denis Creevey signing off, have a great Christmas, Hogwarts! Stay warm!”

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Post-Game Injuries

STEWART ACKERLEY: OH man! You remember when you crashed earlier in the game? Cracked your right shoulder blade, bruised the whole right side of your body and broke your wrist in two spots. Interesting fact, less than one percent of all breakages are the shoulder blade, guess you should feel special? Madam Pomfrey isn't happy with you at all, she's certain that you have a death wish, getting right back on that broom. Must have been the adrenaline! You're confined to the infirmary until Madam Pomfrey's in a better mood.

THOMAS BRADLEY: Good game! Too bad your hand got roughed up towards the end of it. Nothing major, you probably dislocated your thumb when the quaffle hit your hand too hard. It's sore now but nothing's broken, at least! Careful though, you'll need that hand for other things... like Quidditch, and writing. I wasn't implying anything, promise!

MANDY BROCKLEHURST: Low blow of Smith that was, it's a shame. You came out relatively unharmed at least, a bit shook up and you have a massive headache. Although that might have to do with the outcome of the game more than Smith.

MICHAEL CORNER: Your head is absolutely killing you. That bludger earlier in the game certainly didn't help you any! Madam Pomfrey's making you stay overnight to make sure you're perfectly fine. She's wondering why on earth these Ravenclaw boys that are supposed to be so smart kept flying despite their injuries. Better luck next time, Corner. At least you played well.



SUSAN BONES: Great game! Other than the general after-game aches, you're doing relatively okay. Although you're pretty sure you sprained a muscle in your back during one of those swipes at the opposition. Heating packs and bedrest after the party in the common room seems to be in order!

GARRICK SUMMERBY: That big crash? Well you certainly came off of it better but not unscathed! Not only are you sore and bruised all over, your ankle isn't cooperating with you at all. It doesn't seem as though it's broken, but you probably tore some tendons when you hit the ground. Walking's painful, and Madam Pomfrey's just able to give you potions for pain. Maybe you could get some of your house-mates to carry your books for the next few weeks? You certainly do deserve it.