"Get off me, you filthy orange creature!" Cassie screeched, kicking at the weird, bandy-legged, ginger-colored, squashed-looking cat that was desperately clinging to her pants and trying to pull her.

"I already spoiled my boots running after Blaise. Stop soiling my robes!" Cassie said, giving a great kick. The orange cat jumped off, hissing loudly.

"What?" Cassie shot at the cat, irritated.

The orange cat bared its teeth and clung to her robes again, pulling her insistently.

"Listen, I can't come wherever you want me to go-I have to go convince Minnie to let me commentate in the final along with that Jordan guy."

The cat yanked harder, nearly tearing her robes.

"AH-ALRIGHT, DON'T TEAR MY ROBES. ALRIGHT, I'LL COME," Cassie relented, exasperated.

The cat almost had a smug look on its weird, squashed face as it meowed triumphantly before leading Cassie across the Quidditch ground, past Hagrid's hut, and to the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

"Oh," Cassie stopped, spotting a huge black dog staring at her. "It's you," she spat, looking at the dog with disdain.

Cassie looked around before rushing forward. "What the fuck do you want now, Sirius?"

The black dog growled, looking at her intently.

Cassie rolled her eyes. "Listen-that Pettigrew bitch faked his death again-"

The dog growled again, this time with anger.

Cassie continued, "Yeah, and stop telling your orange friend to drag me here when you need me. These robes are expensive, you know."

Cassie crumpled her nose as if there was a bad smell before turning on her heels and walking off with an aura of grace and superiority that would have made even Walburga blush.

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"Why not, Minnie?" Cassie pleaded, tagging along beside McGonagall as hurriedly walked towards the Great Hall

McGonagall narrowed her eyes. "Absolutely not, Miss Black. We both know how it will turn out if you commentate."

Cassie wiggled her brows mischievously. "We do bribes. You know, the power we hold, the most noble and ancient house of Black, You name it, and I can bring it."

"Miss Black!" McGonagall said indignantly, though she couldn't completely hide a small smile. "Bribes are not allowed! Besides, Mr. Jordan is already commentating."

"But that Gryffindor is never fair-the commentary is always favoring the Gryffindors! If you don't let me commentate, it would just show you are biased."

McGonagall gazed down at her, her expression stern. "No means NO, Miss Black."

"Please, please, pleassseee," Cassie begged, jumping in front of McGonagall and blocking her path.

McGonagall sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Oh, how I'll regret this," she muttered under her breath.

Cassie smirked "So I can commentate?"

McGonagall gave her a long, hard look. "You will commentate with Mr. Jordan. But if I hear one word-one word-of bias, pranks, or any such nonsense, you will be banned from future games. Understood?"

"As you say, my darling Minerva" Cassie bowed dramatically,

"Miss Black!"

"You love me too Minnie" Cassie shouted before running off

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"And here are the Gryffindors!" yelled Lee Jordan. "Potter, Bell, Johnson, Spinnet, Weasley, Weasley, and Wood. Widely acknowledged as the best team Hogwarts has seen in a good few years-"

Lee's comments were drowned by a tide of "boos" from the Slytherin end. Cassie snatched the mic from him.

"Oh, shut up!" she snarled, flipping her hair, the light shining on her face, interestingly decorated with a snake drawn over her smoky black eyelids, charmed to look like it was moving. "And here are the Slytherins," Cassie yelled, her voice louder than ever. "Flinch, Montague, Warrington, Nott, Bole, Malfoy, Bletchley-"

Lee interrupted, "Though it looks like the captain made some changes in the lineup and seems to be going for size rather than skill."

Cassie glared. "And the Gryffindors seem to be going for midget people who are famous."

"Miss Black! Jordan!" McGonagall hissed.

Cassie rolled her eyes, turning her attention to the match. Flinch and Wood approached each other and grasped each other's hand very tightly; it looked as though each was trying to break the other's fingers.

"Mount your brooms!" said Madam Hooch. "Three... two... one..."

The sound of her whistle was lost in the roar from the crowd as fourteen brooms rose into the air.

"And it's Gryffindor in possession," Lee Jordan began. "Alicia Spinnet of Gryffindor with the Quaffle, heading straight for the Slytherin goalposts, looking good, Alicia! Argh, no-"

Cassie smirked and took over. "Quaffle intercepted by Warrington, Warrington of Slytherin tearing up the field-"

"DAMN, THAT WAS A GOOD BLUDGER THERE BY GEORGE WEASLEY!" Lee interrupted excitedly.

"Warrington drops the Quaffle, it's caught by-Johnson, Gryffindor back in possession, come on, Angelina-nice swerve around Montague-duck, Angelina, that's a Bludger! SHE SCORES! TEN-ZERO TO GRYFFINDOR!"

Angelina punched the air as she soared around the end of the field; the sea of scarlet below was screaming its delight.

"OUCH!"

Angelina was nearly thrown from her broom as Marcus Flinch went smashing into her.

"Sorry!" said Flinch, "Didn't see her there."

"Good one, Flinch! Knock her off the broom!" Cassie yelled.

"MISS BLACK!" .

Cassie smirked.

Fred Weasley chucked his Beater's club at the back of Flinch's head. Flinch's nose smashed into the handle of his broom and began to bleed.

"And that's a sore loser!" Cassie yelled.

"That will do!" shrieked Madam Hooch, zooming between them. "Penalty shot to Gryffindor for an unprovoked attack on their Chaser! Penalty shot to Slytherin for deliberate damage to their Chaser!"

"Come off it, Miss!" howled Fred, but Madam Hooch blew her whistle and Alicia flew forward to take the penalty.

"Come on, Alicia!" yelled Lee into the silence that had descended on the crowd. "YES! SHE'S BEATEN THE KEEPER! TWENTY-ZERO TO GRYFFINDOR!"

Flinch, still bleeding freely, flew forward to take the Slytherin penalty. Wood was hovering in front of the Gryffindor goal posts, his jaw clenched.

"'Course, Wood's a superb Keeper!" Lee Jordan told the crowd as Flinch waited for Madam Hooch's whistle. "Superb! Very difficult to pass—very difficult indeed—YES! I DON'T BELIEVE IT! HE'S SAVED IT!"

The Gryffindor stands erupted in cheers, drowning out the groans from the Slytherins. Cassie scowled, her eyes narrowing as she glared at the celebrating Gryffindors.

"Gryffindor in possession, no, Slytherin in possession-no! Gryffindor back in possession, and it's Katie Bell, Katie Bell for Gryffindor with the Quaffle, she's streaking up the field-THAT WAS DELIBERATE!" Jordan yelled.

Montague had swerved in front of Katie, and instead of seizing the Quaffle, he had grabbed her head. Katie cartwheeled in the air, managing to stay on her broom, but dropped the Quaffle.

Cassie doubled over with laughter. "NO, JORDAN! THAT'S WHAT YOU CALL SLYTHERIN PLAY!" Her statement was followed by thunderous appreciative yells from the Slytherin side.

Madam Hooch's whistle rang out again as she soared over to Montague and began shouting at him. A minute later, Katie had put another penalty past the Slytherin Seeker.

"THIS GAME IS RIGGED!" Cassie yelled.

"THIRTY-ZERO! TAKE THAT, YOU DIRTY, CHEATING-" Lee yelled.

"AND GUYS, THAT'S HOW YOU KNOW GRYFFINDORS CAN'T HANDLE TOUGH PLAY- BABIES!" Cassie spat.

"Jordan! Miss Black! If you can't commentate in an unbiased way-"

"I'm telling it like it is, Professor!" Jordan retorted.

"And I'm not letting him talk smack about my house," Cassie frowned, glaring at Lee

"Oh, wait-HAVE THEY SEEN THE SNITCH?" Cassie remarked, her attention diverting back to the game. "COME ON, DRACO!"

Draco and Harry were plummeting towards the ground. Harry leading

One of the Bludgers came streaking past Harry's right ear, hit by Bole.

AND

WHAM!

The Bludger hit by Nott managed to hit the end of the Firebolt, causing Harry to swerve suddenly.

"AHA, BITCHES! IT TAKES MORE THAN A FIREBOLT TO CATCH A SNITCH! AMAZING BLUDGER THERE BY NOTT!" Cassie yelled.

"MISS BLACK! NO SWEARING"

Cassie smirked, leaning over the commentator box to look out at the field. Nott was looking triumphant as he zoomed forward to high-five the captain. His brown hair was rumpled by the wind, strands dancing around his face. His blue eyes sparkled in the sunlight, The way he leaned back triumphantly, one hand raised in the air laughing carelessly

Nott caught her eye, and she immediately shook her head, a small smirk playing on her lips
But she quickly leaned back, her expression guarded

Bole and Nott aimed both Bludgers at Wood; they caught him in the stomach, one after the other, and he rolled over in the air, clutching his broom, completely winded.

"A really nice aim by the beaters there," Cassie began, her voice carrying over the crowd.

"It's A FOUL!" Jordan interrupted, glaring at her, to which Cassie just shrugged, unfazed.

Madam Hooch was beside herself. "YOU DO NOT ATTACK THE KEEPER UNLESS THE QUAFFLE IS WITHIN THE SCORING AREA!" she shrieked at Bole and Nott.

"Gryffindor penalty!" And Angelina scored. Sixty-ten. Moments later, Fred Weasley pelted a Bludger at Warrington, knocking the Quaffle out of his hands;

Alicia seized it and put it through the Slytherin goal-seventy-ten.

The Gryffindor crowd below was screaming itself hoarse-Gryffindor was sixty points in the lead.

"And looks like Potter has spotted the snitch!" Lee yelled excitedly.

Harry put on a huge burst of speed; the wind was roaring in his ears; he stretched out his hand.

"AND-HAHA AMAZING MOVE BY DRACO OUT THERE!" Cassie yelled

Malfoy had lunged forward grabbing on to the end if Harry's broom, he was panting with the effort of holding onto the Firebolt, his eyes were sparkling maliciously.

"Penalty! Penalty to Gryffindor! I've never seen such tactics," Madam Hooch screeched, shooting up to where Malfoy was sliding back onto his Nimbus Two Thousand and One.

"YOU CHEATING SCUM!" Lee Jordan was howling.

Cassie, however, was grinning appreciatively. "THAT WAS FUCKING AMAZING, DRAY!"

Professor McGonagall didn't even bother to tell them off. She was actually shaking her finger in Malfoy's direction furiously saying something

Alicia took Gryffindor's penalty, but she was so angry she missed by several feet.

"Slytherin in possession-and THEY SCORE! 70-20!" Cassie yelled triumphantly, followed by cheers from the Slytherin end.

"Angelina Johnson gets the Quaffle for Gryffindor, come on, Angelina, COME ON!" Lee yelled.

Potter wheeled the Firebolt around, bent so low he was lying flat along the handle, and kicked it forward. Like a bullet, he shot toward the Slytherins who were blocking Angelina

The Slytherins scattered as the Firebolt zoomed toward them; Angelina's way was clear.

"SHE SCORES! SHE SCORES! Gryffindor leads by eighty points to twenty!" Lee yelled.

"LOOKS LIKE DRACO IS HEADING TOWARDS THE SNITCH!" Cassie yelled excitedly.

Malfoy was diving, a look of triumph on his face-there, a few feet above the grass below, was a tiny, golden glimmer.

Harry urged the Firebolt downward, but Malfoy was miles ahead.

"HE STILL LEADS!"

"AND-FUCKING HELL, THAT'S CHEATING!" Cassie's voice rose above the roar of the crowd.

Harry had zoomed forward, his broom harshly hitting Draco's, causing Draco to lose balance, skidding and hitting the ground hard.

"DRACO!"

"YESS!"

Potter pulled out of his dive, his hand in the air, and the stadium exploded with cheers. The tiny golden ball was held tight in his fist, beating its wings hopelessly against his fingers.

"Gryffindor WINS!" Lee yelled, his voice trembling with emotion.

Cassie huffed before rushing out onto the field for Draco, who was muddy and dazed but not seriously hurt. The Slytherin team zoomed to the ground, looking heavily disappointed. Flinch was actually sobbing, his shoulders shaking with emotion as he landed beside Cassie and Draco.

"You alright?" Cassie asked, concern evident in her voice.

Draco nodded.
"Father came to see the match, Cassie," he said softly,

Cassie's eyes widened as she ignored the jubilant celebrations around them. Thats why this match was so important for him. He wanted his approval. That blonde bitch with that weird ass cane of his.

"Fuck him, Dray, let's get you cleaned up," Cassie said firmly

"And you all," she said, addressing the rest of the team, "Come on. It's just a game. Can't let those bloody Gryffindors get to us, right? You know what? We'll crush them next time."

The Slytherin team nodded aggressively,

Cassie looked around at the celebrating Gryffindors while Dumbledore handed Harry the cup.

She scoffed, uninterested in the Gryffindors' victory, and turned toward the castle, followed by the Slytherin team.

"ALL RIGHT, BITCHES! LET'S PARTY TONIGHT" Cassie yelled. followed by cheers from the Slytherins.

GUYS LIKE LISTEN

LIKE I KNOW HARRY WON FAIR NAD SQUARE IN THE BOOK. BUT LIKE. DRAY. HE IS SO PRECIOUS. ALSO HARRY ISN'T SUPPOSED TO BE THE ONE DOING GOOD STUFF

ALSO. I ALSO KNOW FLINCH WASNT AS PASSIONATE AS WOOD. BUT SERIOUSLY I FEEL THAT THE BOOKS REALLY UNDER MENTIONED SLYTHERINS PASSION FOR QUIDDITCH

SO YEA

UHM ALSO IM PREPING FOR MY COLLEGE .

ACTUALY THATS IT

TILL NEXT TIME

BYEII

MXRIDDLE