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The House Cup

Things have been incredibly tense lately, seeing as the final Quidditch match is tomorrow  and we all of course want to win the House Cup, but goodness! Wood is almost unbearable to be in the same room, leaving the three of us to try and lighten the mood. The three of us were laughing with Alicia and Katie, when Wood scared the crap out yelling out in the common room.

"Team! Bed!" All of us jumping up, not wanting to anger the crazed captain any farther, Fred stealing a quick kiss before we head upstairs.

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I wake early, not really getting enough sleep and changing into my Gryffindor Chaser robes and heading down to the Common Room. Greeting Fred and George with a sleepy smile we head down to the Great Hall for some breakfast before the big game. Eating in peace was out of the question as Oliver, the entire time, was badgering us to eat more. I had to stop the twins a couple times from hurting the poor guy.

On our long walk to the locker rooms, Wood is analyzing the weather conditions and whatnot, causing me to groan and place my head on Fred's shoulder causing them both to laugh at my attitude.

"You know we could've taken care of him at breakfast, but you just had to stop us Evey." George says and I poke my tongue out at him causing us to laugh, while walking into the locker room.

"And here come the Gryffindors!" Yells Lee, accompanied by loud cheers. "Potter, Bell, Johnson, Black, Weasley, Weasley, and Wood. The best team Hogwarts has seen in a few years—" After this Lee is drowned out by boos coming from the Slytherin side.

He announces the Slytherin team, but I'm no longer paying attention, worrying about what's going to happen during this game. Literally anything from Dementors or Johnson again, even Slytherin playing dirty can happen. Granted the latter we've been expecting every year, so it's nothing new.

"Mount your brooms!" Pulls me from my thoughts, and soon the whistle blows sending us to the skies.

I grab the Quaffle giving us first possession, hurling towards the Slytherin goalposts, and as I throw it it's intercepted. Soon after George sends a Bludger in his direction, knocking the Quaffle loose, and Johnson grabs it throwing it in. Giving us our first score. She flys by giving me a sarcastic grin, when out of no where Flint nearly knocks her from her broom causing me to have to cover up a grin. What? She deserved it.

After a nail biting game, going back and forth with penalties and Lee shouting obscenities into the mic every time the Slytherin team played nasty. We were up eighty to twenty when Harry suddenly goes into a nose dive. The entire pitch is silent waiting with baited breath to see what will be the outcome, when—

"YES!" Lee, the team, and the stadium all erupt in cheers as Harry pulls up, snitch in hand! Suddenly Wood goes flying towards Harry, and the rest of us follow, into a massive hug midair.

"We've won the Cup! We've won the Cup!" We all yell as we slowly lower to the ground still embracing, hardly containing our excitement!

This hasn't happened since Charlie Weasley was captain, it's a big win for us Gryffindors! Soon students from the stands are swarming our team, congratulating us on the win, and Harry on his spectacular catch. It's an overwhelming and amazing feeling! During all the madness on the pitch, Fred brings me in for a congratulatory kiss with all the excitement and passion flowing through, making us giddy and laugh when we pull apart.

This is by far, the best Quidditch season we've ever experienced!