The fog was lifting a little, maybe being burnt off by the torches. That made it easier, at times to see, but the shadows and the patchiness didn’t help a bit. The only thing that cheered Sioni was the hope that Shanty-town would be able to see the Snitch easier. Because the match rode on her more than ever. Everybody knew it was the Seekers won the game, like. And more often than not, it was true; the team with the better… or luckier… Seeker won. And Sioni was sure  that in a straight flying contest, Shanley could top Skrumpkin’s sister. But nothing in Quidditch was straight.

As if to prove it, Shane was out of the game. During the time out, Sioni sprinted over to Lindsay. “Right, we’re going to have to ride herd on Max and T.J., see? We haven’t done this in a while, but we got no choice, is it? You take right flank I’ll take Left. Keep the Bludgers off and don’t worry about the rest.” He paused and shook the knots out of his neck.

When Gryffindor have the Quaffle, I want you to dive bomb them and give them as much trouble as you can. If you see a Bludger, use it. But if there isn’t one handy, be your own Bludger. We have to break up their formation.”

He reached over and patted her shoulder. “Right, partner, let’s go give ‘em Hell.”



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