It was a perfect day for Quidditch. There was a clear sky and a light
breeze. The air slowly warming as the sun crept over the horizon. As
stands gradually filled, so did the excitement in the pitch. Today,
match was to be played that would test the skills of two Quidditch
to the limits. Even though it was friendly, this match had been
between the teams for the whole season, for it was their chance to
who was best; the Wimborne Wasps or the Falmouth Falcons.
The crowd rippled with excitement when a smiling middle-aged wizard
up to the commentating box, and waved his hands at the eager crowd,
The wizard then sat down to the magical microphone and took a deep
‘Welcome to Falkhouse Lane, the home of the Falmouth Falcons!’ A
cheer went up from the Falcons end of the pitch. ‘Who will today be
the Wimborne Wasps!’ Another cheer, this time from the Wasp
‘So let’s welcome the teams, first the home side, the Falcons.’ As
said this, the Falcon supporters stood up to welcome their team;
‘We have Moore! Lucket! Duckworth! Downing! Turner! Meads! And
As every player’s name was boomed across the stadium, they walked
onto the pitch, carrying their broomsticks over their shoulders,
standing around a semi-circle at their end of the pitch.
‘And now, the Wasps! Evans! McCoy! Nutterfield! DaVise! Bull!
and Frogster! The Wasps filed out in order and took their place,
the Falcons. ‘And now give a warm welcome to our referee, Mr Bob
A spatter of applause echoed around the pitch as the referee walked
carrying the crate which contained the balls. He set the crate down
the small centre circle, and kicked it open so the four balls flew
into the warm air.
The players went up with them, the Falcons Chaser grabbing the
and setting off towards the Wasp goal. The Falcons formed the
attacking formation, speeding towards the goal hope at amazing
The supporters cheered as they saw Donna Luckett, one of the
Chaser, take aim. But it wasn’t to be. Just before Lukett could
a Bludger came speeding down towards her, hit by Bull, and forced
to swerve, dropping the Quaffle into the awaiting arms of Evans, the
Chaser. He sped down the field, towards the goal hope, and scored
a magnificent shot.
‘That’s 10-0 to the Wasps!’ shouted the commentator as Evans took a
of honour. After that, the Falcons beaters became more ruthless,
about in the idea that if they didn’t hit the Bludger, then at least
would have cracked someone’s skull open. This earned the Wasps a
shot, and Pat Pervise put it away easily.
It was another hour before the Falcons scored. DaVise, the other
had been blocking the Falcons Chasers instead of taking care of the
so the referee gave a free shot to the Falcons. The Wasp supporters
loudly as Luckett put the Quaffle through the hope to make it
Despite scoring, the Falcons were still playing dangerously, and it
only a matter of time before another penalty was awarded to the
As Evans took aim a beam of light shot out of the supporters and
Jamie Nuterfield, the Wasps Keeper, on the chest. Jamie bent over,
and slowly fell of his broom. The medi-wizards rushed out from the
of the pitch, trying to stop him falling before he hit the ground.
what they hadn’t noticed was Jamie turning into a horned toad in mid
and so totally failed to catch him, as well as standing on him
looking up into the sky and wondering where he could have
It was full ten minuets before someone noticed a small, squashed
lying in the mud.
Jamie-The-Toad was finally escorted of the pitch on a stretcher, by
time the culprits of Jamie’s sudden amphibianism had been caught. A
of young pimply wizards were dragged out of the throng of Falcon
and found to be very drunk, and were taken down under the stands for
Finally the game continued. Now that the Wasps didn’t have a
it became much easier for the Falcons to score, and as the game went
the score egged up to 90-10 to the Falcons. The wasps where now
relying on their Seeker to end the game before it was beyond
It was when the Falcons scored for the tenth time that Reggie
the Wasps Seeker spotted the Snitch. This was his chance! The
Seeker, Nicola Tailor, was too busy cheering her own team’s goal, to
a glint at the Wasps end of the pitch. Reggie moved slowly forward,
When he saw that Tailor had not seen him, he sped up. He was halfway
the Snitch before she noticed, and came streeking after him. But it
to late, Reggie spread his hand out in front of him and closed it on
snitch, just before Tailor speeded past him.
As Reggie glided up into the air, and the Falcon fans realised that
had been snatched away from them, all hell broke lose…literally.
jumped down onto the pitch, intent on getting to grips with the team
had just beaten them. The Wasps, sensing danger, stayed up in the
until continuous fire balls sent from a dozen angry wand ends forced
to fly over the pitch and out of site…Evans flailing desperately at
flaming broom end.
Twenty-three wizards and witches ended up spending the night in
cells, after being arrested in the ensuing riot of the match.
officials also had great trouble returning some wizards to their
shape, one witch enjoyed being a Boa Constrictor so much that she
let any Ministry wizard come close enough to turn her back.
Falcon fans are now not allowed to take wands into matches, much to
relief of Keepers everywhere.