Trying to play quidditch in the fog was like trying to slay a vampire with a toothpick. Nearly impossible. Nat had never played in a match as ridiculous as this. He tried his best to keep his spirits up. He was starting to agree with Amber. The Match should have been canceled. But it wasn't and they had to keep playing. 

Though, as they played he started to think maybe Pete was right about the no girls thing. When Millie and that little blonde Hufflepuff collided, he was glad for the distraction of the quaffle being lost as it gave him time to check on Millie. The blonde Hufflepuff seemed to be okay, but she had always acted like she had a head injury, so would anyone really know the difference? 

It was a slow progressing game. Pete's constant chatter was comforting at first, but the longer it went and the more insults he hurled at the Hufflepuff's the less Nat like it. They were adjusting to the fog. Well He and Derek seemed to be doing better than Caitlin who managed to score in the wrong hoops. Despite his frustration, Nat refrained from giving her any grief. Caitlin would beat herself up plenty enough. She didn't need him helping out. 

Things had started to get almost better. He thought they were almost better, when somebody screamed. His face got in a minor altercation with one of the Hufflepuff goals, and sadly the goal post won. Good news, he scored. Bad news, his nose was broken, again. His first thought was that Madame Pomfrey was going to have to fix it all the way. He liked it a little crooked. After that he was a little distracted by the blood pouring out of face to really worry about much else. The time out let him get a little of the blood off, but he still looked like a vampire buffet. Fantastic. But it was right back to quidditch. 

Nat had never been more grateful than when Madam Hooch called a break. Four hours of quidditch, while awesome, was kind of ridiculous.