*Roses POV*
I woke up bright and early -which was a bit surprising- and got ready for the quidditch match. Even if I was a reserve I had to get ready.
We all went downstairs for breakfast. While we were there, I was informed by Flint that I would be playing in the match as one of our players had a fight with someone in Gryffindor, and now was in the hospital wing.
As eleven o'clock approached, the whole school started to make its way down to the quidditch pitch, so did we.
Tracey, Daphne, Pansy, Millicent, Blaise, Crabbe and Goyle gave us thier luck. Draco and I met up with the rest of the team.
It was a muggy sort of day with a hint of thunder in the air. We lined up in position waiting for the Gryffindor team to arrive, as our fellow Slytherins cheered for us with Boos from all the other houses.
Finally, when the Gryffindor team arrived all the other houses cheered for them, how stereotypical!
Madam Hooch, the Flying teacher, asked Flint and Wood to shake their hands, which they did, but they gave each other death threatening glares and they gripped harder than they needed to.
When Madam Hooch whistled, I shot up in the air on my fast broom, managing to grab the quaffle, scoring.
The quaffle was grabbed by the Gryffindor team, but they completely missed, however, we scored once again.
I felt rain touch me, I heard the points be 60-0. I smiled. We might win.
We were given time out. Obviously because the Gryffindors thought that we were going to win. No matter what plan they would make, I was sure that we would win.
We just stood there, letting the Gryffindors take their time.
The rain started pouring more heaviliy.
Soon we went back into our positions and I took off from the pitch once more.
The talk they had, had done us no good because the Gryffindors kept on scoring, us only scoring occasionally.
The quaffle was thrown, and I went to catch it, but, WHAM!
I was whacked in the face...