"Fweeeeet  fweet fweeeeet!" 

Hooch had the whistle ready to call the match ended and stop the progress of the bludgers and quaffle, all of which had given no pause to the Seekers' pursuit.  The shouting of the crowd nearly drowned out her declaration that Slytherin Erin Harper had a fair catch - the Ravenclaws were shouting foul and the Slytherin supporters were bellowing slogans and victory whoops.  In a way, every snitch capture was tragic, but all things must end, and in the favor of the quick, the clever, and the lucky.

"Slytherin takes the snitch! Clean catch! I said, clean catch!"



She sighed as the brooms all slowed and the stands begin to fill with the movement of the spectators beginning to file out.  The tinny voice of the announcer was calling the final score and reminding everyone of the next match.  And with that, another aerial battle of the ages was ended.

Harper had it. The Snitch's golden body was inside the palm of his hand. The Slytherins won. The Ravenclaws lost.

Chloe landed, her heart heavy. She clenched her fist around her broom stick, as she shook her head. She had tried. They were close. Chloe started to walk back to the locker room, patting someone on the shoulder. "Nice job out there." She said, trying to be nice, and trying to seem in a good mood. But she wasn't in a good mood. The boy who had stolen her heart stole the game from them. It was only a game though. Only a game.

She walked into the locker room, and started to put the broom back, and take her wand from the locker.