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"Ron, you prat! You know you're no good at Quidditch!"
"Bullocks, I am good, and you know it!"
"No, I'm better than all of you put together!"
"But you're a girl Angelina, you can't be better than the rest of us!"
"Wood, what do you think?"
George, Ron, Harry and Angelina looked over at Oliver, who had a serious look on his face.
"Obviously Angelina isn't the best, because I am."

Loud shouts of swear words and "Nonsense!" filled the Three Broomsticks, and the bartender gave the group the evil eye.

"There's only one way to solve this!" George declared, standing up on his chair. "I declare a Quidditch Match!"

A few days later

George, Ron, Harry, Oliver and Angelina stood in the middle of the Quidditch pitch in a circle, Ginny and Dean standing in the middle of them.

"So, Luna who gets first pick?"

Luna Lovegood stood off to the side of the circle with Hermione and Hagrid, large whistles hanging off their necks.

"Well, I have a quarter here, but the nargles-"
"Luna, give me the quarter. Oliver, heads or tails. Pick."

Hermione flung the quarter up in the air, and yelled "Tails!"

"Heads. Harry, who do you want on your team?" Hermione asked.
"Ginny. Wood, you get Dean."

Ginny walked over to her new team- Harry, Ron, Angelina and herself. They faced off to the other team- Oliver, George and Dean. (Harry's team getting the extra player because Ron's Quidditch skills are still a little sketchy.)

"So, whoever's team wins has to call for the most value player, and everyone has to buy the M.V.P all the butterbeers they feel llike at the Three Broomsticks." George said.
"Agreed?" Angelina said.
"OK, mount your brooms! On three- one, two-"

Hagrid blew the whistle, and the two teams soared off into the sky, Luna staring blankly down at the snitch. Her eyes were fixed on it, amazed.

"LUNA! LET GO OF THE SNITCH!" Ron bellowed from the goal posts. Harry singaled to Ginny, and she began to cirlce the field with a beaters bat, Angalina waiting patiently for the game to begin, quaffle in hand. Luna's eye drifted up to the sun, and she let the snitch go daintly, like she was holding a butterfly.

Harry began to circle the field, ducking under one of Woods' bludgers, and heard Hagrid bellow "HARRY'S TEAM! 10-0!" Angelina had gotten a goal!

Wood zoomed by Harry, the quaffle in one hand, the beaters bat in the other. Having one less player, he had to play multiple fielding postions. He had a blazing look on his face, and he threw the quaffle right towards Ron's face at a force Ron was obvisouly not used too, and he ducked, tieing the game 10-10.

Hermione stood in the teacher's booth, where she could see the entire events on the game. Luna walked around the field, staring up at the players, picking dandilions, not paying much attention to the game. Hagrid was in the score box, binoculars on his eyes, watching the game intently. Harry saw the snitch in the sunlight, but so didn't Dean, and they took off towards the gleaming flying ball.

"WOODS TEAM! 10-20!" Hagrid bellowed, adding another ten points to Wood's team. The snitch dived down towards the ground, and took a sharp left turn into the shadows. Both Harry and Dean lost it, and stopped to re-group.

Harry took a second to look at the progressing game. Ginny had the quaffle, and sped right past Angelina, throwing the ball into the goal post, right over Wood's left shoulder.

Wood swore loudly as the bludger George hit, aiming for Ginny, hit him right in the side of the head. He swayed slightly, and closed his eyes, the pain errupting in his scull. He swayed more, and plumpted to the ground, landing with a loud thump on the sand below him.

Hermione blew her whistle, and Luna ran towards Wood's crumbled body. Hagrid soon jogged over to Wood, just as the rest of the players on brooms landed around Wood.

"What's wrong with him? Idiot George! Why did you hit your own player!"

Ron, at the wrong moment began to laugh. "I guess you can disqualify George as the best Quittich player."

Wood moaned, trying to sit up.

"Yer sit 'own, now!" Hagrid said, and then lifting him up into his huge arms. "Yer goin' to ther hospital win'." Hagrid took Wood off the field, back to the castle.
"So, I guess this means that I'm the best Quittich player."

All heads turned towards Luna, who was innocently smiling at the croud. She oepned her small hand, and the snitch fluttered softly in her hand. "I saw it flying near the bushes, and I thought it was a butterfly, so I caught it. Then I realized that it was the ball you use to win the game, but it is so exillerating and exicting to watch, I didn't want to let it go.
"But because this game was to prove who was the best Quittich player, and I caught the most important ball, it means I'm the best Quittich player. Who buys me the first butterbeer?"


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