Games 7&8: Slytherin Training

[Headmistress Hero Malcolm]

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Seeker: Best of 3 rolls
Chasers: 10 extra points
Keeper: Subtract 10 points from the other team
Beaters: Plus 1 on your roll

Game Date: August 20
Against: Hufflepuff

[MALiFACENT [chaos] bONES]

Slytherin won their last game against Gryffindor, and now they would be playing Hufflepuff again. Hufflepuff was the only team to have beaten them before, and they had the best record and most points for the Quidditch cup this year. It was going to be a tough match, and Chaos knew it. That's why she was practicing extra hard as of late. Her homework was suffering from it, but she could live with that. Now that she had gotten back on the broom, it was the only thing that mattered.

No one was in the pitch when she arrived and she wondered how many would show up for tonight's practice. They needed a lot of people there; they had to coordinate. Yes, Chaos was talking about personal interaction, however strange of an idea that might seem. But it was for the cup, or to get closer to the cup, so Chaos was willing to put her shy nature in the back corner of her mind for the time being and get this done.

She mounted her broom in the empty pitch and rocketed up towards the sky. The wind rushed through her long blonde hair that she had forgotten to tie back before practice. It felt nice since the air was slightly muggy and the sun was beating heat in the western sky. In a word, the night was perfect.

Chaos took a moment to soak in the surroundings before throwing the Quaffle high into the air and chasing for it, pretending the other Hufflepuff chasers were on her tail for the same, red ball. Of course she had gotten it and zoomed off for the goals. The Quaffle arched through the air and slipped through the hoops. And again. And again. Chaos was going to keep practicing this if it took all night.