A cool breeze blew through Hogwarts, symbolizing the coming of winter. It was now November, the beginning of the quidditch season. Angelina and Tori have been working hard with Katie Bell, training her whenever Wood has practice.

Harry Potter has hardly practiced with the team, making Tori extra nervous about today's match. Wood insisted on keeping him as a 'secret weapon.'

Tori was watching herself in the mirror tie her hair up tightly. She noticed Harry, out of the corner of her eye, watching her as well, looking rather pale. Tori turned to the boy, "Did you eat anything?" She asked him, unsurprisingly he shook his head. Tori nodded and quickly dug through her locker. She pulled out a chocolate frog and handed it to the first year. "Next time, eat something. It matters. I always feel nervous but end up regretting it. So eat that now."

Harry did as told, biting into the head as Tori turned back to her mirror. She looked into it, giving herself a quiet pep talk.

Wood cleared his throat for silence.

"Okay, men." He began.

"And women." Angelina gestured to the three girls on the team. "And women." Wood agreed. "This is it."

"The big one." Fred mocked. George joined in soon after. "The one we've been all waiting for."

Tori whispered to Harry. "We all know his speech. We were on the team last year."

"Shut up." Wood glared at the three of them intensely. "This is the best team Gryffindor's had in years. We're going to win. I know it."

He glared at each and everyone one of them.

"Right. It's time. Good luck, all of you."

The crowd went wild as the team soared through the pitch. Katie, Angelina, and Tori stuck together, giving high fives to some of the Gryffindor crowd. They all had to line up, Fred grinned at her while passing.

Tori felt her cheeks go red as she made sure she wouldn't fall off her broom. She zoomed around to the center, watching Madam Hootch who was referring once again.

"Now, I want a nice fair game, all of you." She glared over towards the Slytherin team. Tori glanced up to see her brother having an epic staredown with Fred.

Madam Hooch gave a loud blast on her whistle, tossing the quaffle in the air. They were off.

"And the Quaffle is taken immediately by Angelina Johnson of Gryffindor— what an excellent Chaser that girl is, and a rather attractive, too—"

"JORDAN!"

Tori couldn't help but laugh out loud. She loved Lee.

"And she's belting along up there, a neat pass to Tori Silvers, a fantastic player and she was my fake girlfriend for five minutes... much to the dismay of our beater Fred Weasley, but because Professor McGonagall is staring me down we're going back to the game!

"Back to Johnson and — no, the Slytherins have taken the Quaffle, Slytherin Captain Marcus Flint gains the Quaffle and off he goes— Flint flying like an eagle up there— he's going to sc— no, stopped by an excellent move by Gryffindor Keeper Wood and the Gryffindors take the Quaffle —that's Chaser Katie Bell of Gryffindor there, nice dive around Flint, off up the field and — OUCH — that must have hurt, hit in the back of the head by a Bludger — Quaffle is taken by the Slytherins — that's Adrian Pucey speeding off toward the goal posts, but he's blocked by a second Bludger — sent his way by Fred or George Weasley, can't tell which — nice play by the Gryffindor Beater, anyway, and Silvers back in possession of the Quaffle, a clear field ahead and off she goes — she's really flying — dodges a speeding Bludger — the goal posts are ahead — She passes to Johnson, come on, now, Angelina — Keeper Bletchley dives — misses — GRYFFINDORS SCORE!"

Tori cheered, rushing towards the center. She ducked another bludger, zooming pass a booing Slytherin crowd.

"Slytherin in possession," Lee announced, "Chaser Pucey ducks two Bludgers, two Weasleys, and Chaser Bell, and speeds toward the -- wait a moment -- was that the Snitch?"

Tori noticed Harry out of the corner of her eyes speed off. She was right under Flint when Pucey and Andrews began ramming into the sides of her broom. Tori struggled to get out, watching Flint from above take off.

Lee was livid. "Pucey and Andrews trap Chaser Silvers in what looks like a set up of a Parkin's Pincer, but Silvers doesn't have the quaffle. Looks like they're going to crash... PULL UP TORI!"

Tori managed to pull upwards, soaring higher into the sky where she saw Flint block Harry from the snitch. The Gryffindor crowd screamed with disproval, and Tori swore she heard someone say something about a red card...

Lee was finding it difficult not to take sides.

"So —after that obvious and disgusting bit of cheating—"

"Jordan!" growled Professor McGonagall.

"I mean, after that open and revolting foul..."

"Jordan, I'm warning you—"

"All right, all right. Flint nearly kills the Gryffindor Seeker, which could happen to anyone, I'm sure, so a penalty to Gryffindor, taken by Silvers, who puts it away, no trouble, and we continue to play, Gryffindor still in possession."

Angelina passed it to Katie, who went a little to close to the grass for Tori's comfort. The new chaser was doing fine, seeing this as a tactic. Tori hovered over Katie and once Flint and Andrews were on her tail she passed up to Tori, who sped up towards the hoops. She waited till Beltchey was in the position she wanted him in before shooting. Ten more points to Gryffindor.

Tori swooped under Harry noticing his broom began to act weird. Tori gasped, watching as the first year dangled from his broom.

The Weasley twins flew up, trying to help Harry, but every time they got close enough the broom moved higher. Tori dodged bludgers one after another, glaring at her brother as he flew past.

The Slytherin team took this to their advantage. The three Gryffindor chasers had their hands full stopping the Slytherin's from scoring more. Tori felt a kick to her gut as she ramed against Puecy. She groaned, bumping into his again and ripping the Quaffle away.

Harry had seemed to regain control of his broom once again, zooming head to head with the Slytherin seeker. Tori passed the Quaffle to Angelina, ducking away from Flint.

Harry tumble down onto the ground, covering his mouth with his hand. "He's going to be sick," Tori shouted to Oliver, but he pointed to the boy.

"I've got the snitch!" Harry shouted, waving his in his hand, the snitch. The Gryffindor team surrounded him, still on their brooms. Tori whooped loudly, clapping.

"GRYFFINDOR WINS! ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTY POINTS TO SIXTY!" Lee happily screamed, jumping up and down.

Hogsmeade trip next chapter?
i think so.