Quidditch Game: Ilvermorny vs Beauxbatons

Dion kept looking out for bludgers to hit, trying to keep moving to stay warm. "Looks fine to me," he replied, watching as steam escaped his mouth. "You'd think they'd work out how to make a weather barrier for games by now, hey?"
 
Amelie continued her search
 
Eren had been ready to take another dig at Xenia about letting the chaser get past her yet again, but the girl's remark, followed by Xenia's own had Eren biting his tongue for once as he grabbed the quaffle from her. "Maybe you should try using some of those words for your next captain's speech," he offered instead before heading back to the other end of the pitch. He didn't know much Greek but he knew enough to think Xenia was giving back as good as she got.
 
Flick gave an elaborate shudder as Gwydion assured her she wasn't freezing solid before trying to focus back on the game. Deciding for a change of tactics, she took off after the Beauxbaton's seeker, hoping to find a better opening by flying closer.
 
Micha dove towards the ground slightly to avoid some of the weather and when he finally glanced to his right and noticed a flash of gold. He hadn't seen any sign of the snitch yet and instinctively reacted and raced after it. He hoped the Beauxbatons seeker hadn't noticed his chase as he got closer and closer. Just a second more and he grabbed the snitch out of the air and held it up triumphantly.
 
Felicity would be the first to admit she was doing a half-assed job today, the cold making it hard for her to focus. It was a relief to see Micha shoot across the pitch, and she may or may not have done her best to stay in the French seeker's face as he did so, liking to think she helped as she saw Micha scoop up the snitch. "Yay!! Good job Micha!" She cheered, breaking out into applause. "And thank Merlin I can get off this broom," she added quieter, making a show of rubbing her arms from the chill.
 
Eren had been nearing the hoops, trying to find an opening past the Americans when he heard a commotion on the pitch. Glancing over his shoulder he nearly dropped the quaffle as he aborted his attempt at the goal, seeing the snitch in the American's hands. He grit his teeth, deciding to hell with and dropping the quaffle in annoyance anyway, someone else could pick it up, he thought bloody-mindedly, hitting his broom handle in annoyance. What a rubbish game, not a single goal and he'd be hit by a stupid bludger. Bullsh*t.
 
Xenia hoped this was a horrible nightmare. She pinched herself, and unfortunately felt the pain. "Sh*t," she exclaimed in English, possibly louder than she should have. She'd played terribly, been outplayed by that piece of work of a chaser, and she'd really let the team down. Ilvermony had been far better than they had today. She flew over to the rest of her team, forcing a smile, as miserable as she felt. She had to at least try to put on a brave face. "Let's get out of this sh*tty weather, yeah? One of you, stop me from punching their captain." Surprisingly, her French was more passable when she was more focused on trying to be positive than getting the words right. At least that was something.
 
The weather was quite invigorating for the man, though his knee disagreed. He kept eatch over the game, flying this way and that until one player came up with the snitch. "Ilvermorny wins" the referee declared to the crowd.
 

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