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Zeke was bummed that Slytherin wouldn't win the championship, but he didn't want last place under any circumstances. He wanted them to win against Hufflepuff at least. He nodded at Sybil's words then jumped on his broom to take early possession of the quaffle.
Even though he hadn't been doing so well in training lately, Zeke was feeling confident that he'd play brilliantly today. He joined his team and waited to hear from Sybil.
Whilst Zeke was up at the other end of the pitch, he flew up to the unguarded hoops and dropped the quaffle through the central hoop. To his delight, it still counted as the scoreboard went up by 10.
Zeke would happily to swap positions with Gaia to see how she got on, but for now he took possession of the quaffle again and started to fly to the other end of the pitch.
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