A match with dragons would actually be really amazing.  A highly colored image flitted through Pete’s mind, of himself fighting off dragons while also knocking out Hufflepuffs with Bludgers and shouting victory chants.  It seemed wild, and insane, and he laughed aloud as he propped his boot up on the bench to tighten his laces once more.  Trust Nat to lighten his mindset. 

This was just another match, after all.  Sure, they couldn’t see, but they were blind with adrenaline and nerve half the time anyway – some would call that stupidity, but Pete took a rosier view of Gryffindor tactics.  As he straightened up and rolled his arms around to loosen up his shoulders again, Pete overheard Nat speaking to Caitlin, and frowned.  Again, another example of why girls shouldn’t play Quidditch with boys.  Nat, worrying about Caitlin’s safety, was putting her and her girlishness above the needs of the team.  

“Listen, I don’t want to see anybody get hurt out there,” he said.  “But we do what we have to do for the win.”  Pete climbed up on the bench, to get a high up view of all of them.  “Pomfrey can mend bones, alright?  But she can’t put the Quaffle through the hoops for us.  She can’t get the Snitch.  Pomfrey can put your head back together, but she can’t hand us the Quidditch Cup.  Do NOT let FEAR take this win away from us!  FEAR is that dragon Nat talked about a minute ago.  They don’t cancel matches for dragons!  We don’t give up matches to FEAR!  We are Gryffindors!  And Gryfindors are FEARLESS!”  

He’d begun to shout, to feel absolutely ten times his normal size, and to feel like they only needed to fly out there and pick up this match to own it.  If only he could convince his team mates to feel half as large, he would consider this match done and won.