The Quidditch Match
On Saturday morning, the day of the match, Harry woke up early and immediately felt the nerves deep in his stomach. He was nervous for two reasons; the first, the thought of the other team flying around on the fastest and best brooms money could buy. Secondly, he really didn’t want Gryffindor to lose. He couldn’t bare the look of disappointment on everyone’s faces. He decided to go down to breakfast early, but to his surprise, he found all the team huddled at the far end of the dining hall, eating silently and almost in slow motion. They didn’t have butterflies in their stomachs, they had enormous elephants jumping around in them.
At eleven o’clock the whole school went to the stadium, despite the cold damp weather. Ron and Hermione both came to wish Harry good look, but soon rushed off to find their places in the stands. Then, their captain, Wood started his usual pre-match pep talk. ‘We have trained hard, in fact we haven’t been properly dry since the start of Autumn.’ The whole team smiled all at the same time. ‘We can win this match, we should play as a team, we are smarter than Slytherin, braver than Slytherin and if we focus we’ll beat them easily.’ Are you up for this? The tent was filled with the team chant over and over again.