"FLINT ELBOWS JOHNSON IN THE SIDE! SUCH FORM OF BRUTALITY SHOULD BE ILLEGAL! FOUL!" Harry snickered at Lee’s comments, marcus’ move was not a foul but it was common for Lee to state as much. He turned back around as he heard the crowd screaming, only to see that Johnson had fallen from her broom and was on the ground. Madame Hooch swooping down to the fallen student. "AND MONTAGUE SCORES RIGHT BEFORE THE WHISTLE TO PAUSE THE GAME IS BLOWN!" The Slytherins cheered in victory, sounding much like a stampede as they jumped up and down on the bleachers in a rare show of undignified and unrestrained behaviour. The entire school watched as Johnson was taken off the field on a floating stretcher by Madame Pomfrey who was talking to Wood, most likely explaining the injuries. The rest of the players floated in the air divided into their separate teams waiting for the whistle to resume the game. "Slimy Slytherins shouldn’t be allowed to play." Potter’s whining voice reach Harry’s ears sounding much like when Peeves scratched his nails down Mcgonagall’s chalkboard. "The whole lot of them should be expelled and sent to Azkaban to rot, away from decent folk."Oh shut up Potter." "It’s a Quidditch match." "People always get hurt." Fred and George spoke disdainfully, even though they were worried about their friend, such contact was not a foul and happened commonly in professional matches. "When did you two become traitors?!" Potter demanded."Traitors? For knowing the rules of Quidditch?" Oliver scoffed as he returned to his team. "I hate Slytherin’s tactics as much as anyone, but that was not something anyone should be condemned to Azkaban for. That place is were your worst nightmares become life, wishing a student to be sent there because of something that happens in normal Quidditch matches is disgusting. I didn’t have a choice about you being placed on the team, but I will make sure you are removed if I hear talk like that again" "You can’t do that!" Potter sneered. "I am the best player this school has and Dumbledore himself awarded me this position." "Potter is getting more and more arrogant. Here's hoping the hot air inflates his head so much it explodes" Draco sneered. "He needs to be taken down a wand." Marcus spat. "So, let’s make him dance." Harry suggested viciously. "What are you thinking?" Marcus asked as he recognized the glint in the second years eyes. Harry had an idea."Blaise and Theo." "Oh, We’ve got this." The boys chorused, smirking manically as they swung their bats around lazily. The whistle went off and the Quaffle was once again released as the players shot back to the high skies.