The Slytherins marched onto the Quidditch pitch in a uniform manner, Marcus as Captain led the team, the other two Chasers; Adrian and Graham were on either side of him and slightly behind. Harry as Seeker was directly behind Marcus, Rhys and Hyland stood either side of Harry, their Beater bats swinging from their sides. Miles took the rear as Keeper. In their uniforms of emerald green and moon silver, they stood together before the Gryffindors. Madam Hooch was refereeing much to Slytherins relief, she was strict on the rules unfortunately for Slytherin who liked to fly over the line a fair bit, but they all knew she was a damn sight better than Potter. She stood in the middle of the field waiting for the two teams, her broom in her hand."Now, I want a nice fair game, all of you," she said, once they were all gathered around her. Harry noticed that she seemed to be speaking particularly to Marcus Flint, who just grinned flashing his crooked and slightly stained teeth, his black eyes flashing dangerously causing the Gryffindors to shift where they were standing much to Harry's amusement."Mount your brooms, please." Harry clambered onto his Nimbus Two Thousand as Madam Hooch gave a loud blast on her silver whistle, his nerves gone once he was in the sky, this is what he was made to do. Almost immediately the game started.