Quidditch Balls Ahoy!

Damn, why must these straps be so tight?

Oh, just shut up Bruise. You don't know what you're talking about!

Hey, both of you shut it! I'm trying to get some sleep up here!

Easy for you to say, you're not chained to this bloody box!

ALL OF YOU SHUT YOUR BLOODY MOUTHS! The golden snitch, named Rat, had one nasty temper, even worse than the twin bludgers, Bruise and Basher. However the quaffle, named Paix, tried to maintain harmony within the box. It was easy, seeing as she was the only one that wasn't chained down or in a tiny compartment.

Jesus Rat, control yourself!

Hey, it's not my fault that the Bees are going off again! I'm tired! In the last Quidditch match, that Harry Potter boy swallowed me. SWALLOWED ME, I TELL YOU! Do you KNOW how bad his breath is? YUCK!

Alright. All of you keep it down and maybe we'll get some rest.

But we always have to bottle up our energy just to stay put in here! Do you know how hard that is? But Paix and Rat were long gone, snoozing in their spots. Eventually Bruise and Basher calmed down too, and the balls got a nice little rest.

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"Hello, and welcome to the second Quidditch match of the year. Today, Hufflepuff versus Ravenclaw!" The balls heard the announcement and prepared themselves.

You ready girls?

You bet guys!

LET'S GIVE 'EM HELL!

YEAH! At that moment, the crate was opened. Bruise and Basher, finally free of their chains, could control their incredible energy no longer, and burst out of the crate like cannonballs. Many people do no know this, but Bludgers do not actually aim for players. They simply cannot control where their incredibly huge amount of energy makes them go. They just shoot out of the crate and sit, braced for impact.

Rat shot out next. Rat was like a hummingbird, but had no knowledge of the fact that it was trying to elude seekers. It only found its purpose to be stretching out and exercising its wings, which were locked and folded before. For it to really loosen its wings, it must flap them incredibly hard, and thus they fly.

Paix was thrown up by Madam Hooch last. Quaffles cannot move on their own, and so they must wait for someone to throw them. All they do is wait around, and pass the other balls. The game finally had begun.

Bruiser's energy had taken him by Rat. His energy made him smash her against a wall, but she recovered quickly.

WHAT THE HELL? I WAS GETTING SOME MAJOR FLAPS IN THAT TIME!

I CAN'T HELP...OH NO. BEATERS AT 12 O' CLOCK!

I'm out. Rat zoomed off in the opposite direction and watched as Bruiser took a whack right in the head, and went sailing back to her.

OW! MOTHER! MY MOTHER WARNED ME ABOUT THOSE STUPID RAVENCLAW BEATERS!

It can't be THAT bad Bruise.

YES IT CAN! It's like corporal punishment out there! But Paix was having problems of her own, being passed back and forth between the Hufflepuff chasers.

Ow...ow...ow...OW!

You alright there, Paix? Rat had reached her friend and was flying nearby when out of nowhere, Cho Chang swooped down to get her.

No time to chat, gotta flap! Rat zoomed upward at the last minute, and Cho followed. Soon, Summerby was on her tail too. And then she saw Paix fly through the middle hoop, and crash straight into Basher.

Hey, what's up?

Not me, which is a problem. You've been trying for too long Bash, and I'm warning you now, you're not getting any of this.

Listen to her Basher! Rat was yelling advice to the love-struck bludger, but forgot to fly. She was snatched up by Chang, and the applause told them that the time had come to re-enter the box. They were rounded up by Madam Hooch, and stuffed in their spots. As the lid shut, they discussed the match.

Any big bashes this time bludgers?

One from the Ravenclaw dude. He nailed me almost senseless!

Ooh, tough luck Bruise! I got an attempt from the Hufflepuff chick, but she missed me by about three feet. The bat went flying across the stadium...

And ended up knocking me into a stand!

Wow Paix. That must have hurt!

Yeah, Rat, it did. How about you?

Not much really. It was much better than a match with Harry Potter; I'll tell you that now.

Well, goodnight to you all.