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The Quidditch Cup Final: Gryffindor vs Ravenclaw
It was coming near the end of Spring. Summertime was just around the corner, and the temperature was starting to pick up; it was much warmer than the freezing Winter they had that school year. But one thing was certain when the school term was coming to an end — the Quidditch Cup final was upon them. The buildup to the event was typical, though the atmosphere was much bigger than before; students were excited because for the first time in ten years, Ravenclaw could potentially be a victor once again. Last time they made it into the final was roughly six years before. One more match — one more step to victory. There was only one team standing in their way: Gryffindor.
After breakfast, the Ravenclaw players rallied up in the changing room after getting dressed in their Quidditch attire and gathered around the board where Jan was waiting patiently.
“Sixty points,” said the lioness. “That’s how much Gryffindor is in the lead with.”
Unfortunately, she was right; Gryffindor were first place with five-hundred-and-seventy points, and Ravenclaw were placed second with five-hundred-and-ten. In order for Ravenclaw to win the Quidditch Cup, they had to beat Gryffindor by at least seventy points in that match.
“Y’know what this means, guys. We’ve gotta make sure we win by at least seventy points ahead of them — with or without the snitch. It’s gonna be tricky — I’m not gonna lie — but I know we can do this. You have all proven that you’re remarkable on the field, and we’ve got what it takes to win this year. Seven, Pyro — we’re gonna have to up our A-game for this. We CANNOT let them score more than us. Ty, Lee — knock those bludgers into them as much as you can.”
“Don’t worry, Jan — we’ve got this!” Said Ty, him and Lee whacking their bats together.
“And Matthew,” she turned towards the wolf. “If all else fails, you remember what we talked about: wait until we’re eighty points behind them or less, and then grab that snitch, that way we’ll still be seventy points ahead when you’ve got it. We’re counting on you this game. We need you more than EVER.”
The stakes were high for that game. Matthew had to time his catch of the snitch just right, but there was just one problem: Gryffindor’s Seeker.
“So with that said...let’s go show them how we Ravenclaws play.”
Shortly after, the familiar bass drums began pounding on the pitch,
and a crowd full of cheers was followed closely behind.
“Alright, boys...it’s game time.”
One after the other, the seven of them flew out onto the field with their brooms and were greeted with immense applause. As always, both halves of the stadium’s audience were dressed for the occasion: one side with Ravenclaw’s familiar colours, and the other this time, a solid red and gold. Thankfully, the weather was a much better improvement compared to the harsh Winter they had to play in a few months prior. It was a rather hot day — so hot that students were sweating bullets. Good thing Matthew and his team were playing that day; they were able to use the fresh air as a natural fan to blow through their fur and keep them cool.
The Gryffindor players (wearing scarlet robes) were already out on the pitch and spiralling around the towers, showing off their skills to the crowd.
“Welcome, everyone, to the final Quidditch match of the season. For today’s game, we’ll be witnessing the ultimate showdown: Gryffindor versus Ravenclaw!”
Once both teams were high in the air, they all circled around the centre of the pitch. Beneath them on the ground was Madam Hooch with the crate containing the balls required in the game, and one-by-one, they were released into the air except for the quaffle.
“Alright, you lot — you know the rules!” Reminded the cloaked hawk from below.
A few moments later, the referee took the quaffle from the chest and stepped directly into the centre before tossing it up in the air for the players. Once it reached their height, the Quidditch Final had officially begun.
“And they’re off! The quaffle is acquired by Chaser Deborah Thompson of Gryffindor and is speeding down the field — she quickly passes to fellow Chaser Freya and makes her way to the hoops — oh, a lovely dodge from her there! She passes back to Thompson, and — She scores! That’s ten points to Gryffindor!”
Already, the red pride were showing their capabilities and the game had barely even started; they were proving to be a difficult challenge for them.
“Keeper Nefaris of Ravenclaw passes the quaffle to captain Jan Titus and off she goes — oh, she just barely manages to dodge past the lot of them — she passes to Seven, who then passes to Navalia and books it down to the goals, and — OH, and Gryffindor Keeper Exarion successfully saves a goal for their team. The quaffle’s back in the Chasers’ hands, this time being held by Aethem Val’ryn — lovely dodging there from him — he’s coming up to the hoops, but Titus tackles him and retrieves the ball for the team — she flies down the pitch and manoeuvres past the Chasers, knocking anyone who’s in her way — there’s no stopping her — she passes to Seven — he passes back — she shoots — SHE SCORES — that’s Ravenclaw’s first ten points!”
Meanwhile, high up in the hair, Matthew remained still and scanned the stadium for any sign of the snitch; one golden glint of light, and he’d be on his way towards it. But he had to keep in mind: he could NOT grab it until they’d surpassed the other team by sixty points in order for them to win the Cup. In the meantime — since the snitch could not be seen at that moment — all he heard was the loud speakers of the commentator from below.
“Gryffindor takes possession of the quaffle — Freya passes to Captain Amy Page — lovely corkscrews there! She passes to Freya — she passes to Aethem — dodges a tackle from Navalia — back to Freya — she shoots — oh, and Keeper Nefaris of Ravenclaw saves the shot. He tosses the ball to Titus who then swerves it past Thompson, but is tackled by Freya — all six Chasers are now tackling each other for the quaffle — and Val’ryn reigns victorious! He zooms down the pitch — Navalia catches up and tries to snatch the quaffle off him, but is SMACKED by a bludger — Val’ryn shoots — HE SCORES — another ten points to the Red Pride!”
Roughly an hour later, the Gryffindors were proving to be extremely talented with their Quidditch skills; their Chasers were agile with the quaffle and were excellent at passing to each other, the Beaters were dead-accurate with their swings, and the Keeper was constantly saving shots. Matthew could only imagine what their Seeker was like. Ravenclaw had scored ninety points, while Gryffindor were in the lead with a whopping TWO-HUNDRED, meaning the Eagles had to shrink the gap between them to at least eighty points.
“No sign of the snitch yet?” Asked Jan who swooped up next to him.
“No, not yet.”
“Well, keep a close eye out, especially on Balvenie. We gotta score three more goals before you can catch it.” And with that said, she swooped back down into the action.
It was a complete shocker to everyone, including Matthew, that the snitch hadn’t been seen by anyone an hour into the game. However, a few minutes later, he heard the familiar fluttering of its wings — it was right there, flying just inches away from him, almost as if it was begging to be taken. He was so tempted to grab it, but he knew he couldn’t, at least not yet; he was just hoping no one else would see it…
Thankfully, the tiny, golden ball flew away from him, but remained high in the sky where not many people were paying attention. Balvenie, further down to crowd, was also keeping an eye out on the pitch, oblivious to the snitch that remained up in the air with Matthew.
“A fantastic corkscrew tackle from Titus, who immediately passes to Seven — then passes to Navalia — he kicks Thompson away — now back to Titus — she tosses it over Page, and — WOAH! Titus scores yet ANOTHER goal for Ravenclaw! They were not letting Gryffindor catch the quaffle that time!”
Yes — another ten points for Ravenclaw! Now all the Chasers needed to do was score just two more times. Matthew pumped his fist in the air with optimism as looked down at the pitch. But unfortunately, despite only taking his eyes off the snitch for just a brief moment, he looked back up to see it was gone. He panicked as his eyes darted all across his surroundings and not a single sign of it being anywhere near him, which meant that—
“AHA! The snitch! And Gryffindor’s Seeker Balvenie is on the move!”
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Finally — I’ve done a game of Quidditch for each of the four houses! I’ve had a lot of fun doing the Quidditch stories and I hope you’ve enjoyed reading them! Maybe I’ll be doing more set a few years in the future when Matthew’s older :D
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