"I want a nice clean game." She said sternly glaring mostly at the Slytherin Captain. Marcus just smirked cockily. "Shake hands." She demanded."You’re going down Flint." Wood promised as he held his hand out. His fierce expression getting darker as Flint just chuckled and shook his head while reaching out and engulfing his hand with his own. "It's always you going down Wood, just accept your fate." Flint leered lewdly, his voice deep with suggestive undertones, causing the younger Captain blush wildly and pull his hand back roughly. Flint winked before jumping back on his broom and taking to the sky with the rest of his team. Wood shook his head and gained control of himself before doing the same. Hooch looked to both teams before kicking the wooden box at her feet. It opened quickly while releasing the Bludgers. The two identical jet black balls shot straight up into the air passing between the two teams before twisting around each other and taking off to the other sides of the pitch. Kicking the box again caused the Snitch’s compartment to open and the tiny golden ball zipped out and circled the heads of the Seekers. Harry's eyes followed the ball keenly, snickering as Potter seemed shake head to the side trying to keep it in his sights. Hooch bent over to pick up the Quaffle, and held it cupped in her hands. "LET THE MATCH BEGIN!" Lee Jordan screamed as Hooch launched the Quaffle up between the two teams and the Chasers all flew forwards, diving under and over each other in a race to grab the only immobile ball of the game. Harry flew up high his eyes searching for Snitch as he kept out of the Chasers way.