RAVENCLAW VS SLYTHERIN COMMENTARY #1
Glancing at the other match whilst he was watching the Gryffindor-Hufflepuff one, he cleared his throat and turned his attention to this one instead, alternating in-between both matches to do the commentary. "We're back! And this time, we're commentating on the other match going on at this moment, Slytherin and Ravenclaw going at each other! One would normally think this is a mismatch, since we've got to let Gryffindor beat Slytherin before we give them to Ravenclaw..." More laughter from the stands, loud booing from the Slytherin stands though. Frowns from the Professor. Gulp. Well he wasn't exactly a supporter of Slytherin now was he? Being unbiased was difficult...
Vladimir squinted at the field, where the players docked out in green and blue respectively were coming to the Pitch. "Andrew Bruke, one of the Captains for the Slytherin Team is now giving a pep talk and a song ... Slytherin audience singing along ... Ravenclaw team Captain Lily Potter is going up to the big M, polite as ever - she's pretty cute too - Sorry Professor..." In the midst of laughter, both teams appeared to the equally nervous and equally excited, some players being completely neutral with their expressions. "Professor Manteia now explaining the rules ... Ravenclaw to the North Hoops, Slytherins to the South, penalties for all the usual, we know the drill don't we? And the ball's off! Rocketing into the air like a cannonball! - Bludgers zooming all over the place - Ravenclaw team takes to the air, led by their Captain! There they go!" Like glowing sapphire streaks the Ravenclaw team flashed into the air, and Vladimir strained his eyes to see who they were.
"Potter! Paramore! Centauri! Drage! Getathorn! Reine! And Kniiiiiiiiight!!" He allowed the cheers from the blue-coated stands to roar, then continued. "Alternates for Ravenclaw, Kasey, Smith, Porter, and Taylor... Slytherin team going up in the air, look at 'em go, Bruke in the lead, followed closely by Bella' Chaos ... Rest of the team coming up! Lee! Snow! Addison! Ater! Aaaaand Sterling Stanton, replacing the absent Lurken!" A chorus of sickening cries from the Slytherin stands drowned out his voice. "Alternates are!" Vladimir found himself yelling, despite his magically magnified voice due to the podium speaker. "Stark! Koshiba! Sedgwick!"
While the cheers went on, Vladimir quickly immersed himself in the game so he understood what was going on. "Potter gets the release of the quaffle, goes flying South - Drage takes her position by the hoops - One of the Ravenclaw players appear to be missing, so alternate player Smith is up there, circling the Pitch, looking nervous - I would be if I was playing against Slytherin, mid-air underwear-over-your-head stunts maybe? Not something they wouldn't do..."
More laughter, and encouraging jeers from the Slytherin stands. Odd crowd. "Slytherin Seeker Stanton wastes no time in getting airborne - Potter still flying, look at her go, look at that figure - Sorry! Sorry Professor!" Getting told off via demeaning glare from a professor in the stands for the umpteenth time, Vladimir Dragonski wiped sweat off his brow for multiple reasons. "Slytherin Keeper flies up to her position by the hoops, Addison's looking fine today, fine form, fine - Wasn't going to say anything professor! Honest! - Uh - Ravenclaw Alternate, Porter, flying up there too - Are there so many Ravenclaw players missing right at the start? Buried in their books, no doubt." Laughter from the crowd as Vladimir continued. "Chaos is going for the North Hoops - Snow is up in the air, bat in hand, ready to sent those bludgers at the Ravenclaws; in fact, he just did, Bludger headed Potter's way - Knight stops it - Lee's off in the air, following Lily's progress - Taylor, another Ravenclaw alternate it seems, going up in the air to provide support - Potter keeps going, she shoots! - Lee flies in, intercepts the scoring attempt - Flying off with the quaffle now, Slytherin in possession - Chaos turns back, now supporting Lee - Porter's up in the air, holding her position - lots of main Ravenclaw players missing today, what's with the alternates? - Ravenclaw Seeker Getathorn goes up like a rocket, keeps an eye out for the Snitch - Lee passes to Chaos - No wait, he still has it - Vot, no! - It's really with Chaos! -"
He was cut off as a shrill whistle pierced the air and deafened him temporarily. "Looks like we have a double foul on accounts of Stooging folks, no more than one Chaser can be in the scoring area at once - Looks like Lee botched that one. Shame that; quaffle put back into play... Chaos gets the quaffle, Slytherin in possession again - Lee looks peeved - Doesn't show it - Flanks Chaos while she goes in for the kill - Drage braces for impact - Wait - Potter flies in! She slices right in between Lee and Chaos! Steals the quaffle! Ravenclaw in possession! Slytherin Chaser Andrew Bruke flies in, flying close to Lily, looks ready to intercept any attempts to pass - Lily keeps flying, Ravenclaw still in possession - Ravenclaw alternate Chaser Kasey cuts in to block Bruke - Snow sends a bludger at Lily - Bruke takes advantage of the confusion, steals the quaffle - Slytherin in possession - Smith sends a bludger at Bruke - Snow flies in, saved Bruke's hide there - Vait! - Hold ze game - Potter called for the referee - Manteia's coming up again, hey Big 'M!"
Vladimir waited, drumming his fingers on the podium desk whilst Manteia cleared up some issues. "Well ... Ravenclaw appeared to have one too many Chasers! Taylor goes off so Kasey can take his place as official alternate... Hmm ... Okay, looks like Bruke's quafflesteal wasn't entirely legal - Well vot do you expect from the Slytherins?" As laughter broke out amongst the stands, Vladimir grinned to himself and continued. "Lee takes off after Potter again - Taylor leaves the game due to migraine, bad headache there, Kasey takes his place - Ginny Porter flies down low, tries to distract the Slytherins by shouldering 'zem - Lee dodges past her - Keeps going - Bruke moving fast, looking buggered - Chaos watching the Pitch carefully - Looks like the Slytherins are alternating beaters - Lily flies in to the hoops, shoots - Addison doesn't see it in time - RAVENCLAW SCORE!!"
The applause and whoops, followed by deafening cheers from the Ravenclaw stands caused Vladimir to stumble in shock as the scores switched to show 10 to 0 in Ravenclaw's favor. "Kasey gets the quaffle quickly - Passes to Lily - Bruke intercepts the pass attempt - Porter tracking the quaffle, hot on Bruke's tail - Lee flies in - Hey!" The crowd yelled, a mix of cheers, jeers, and angry protest as Lee flew in and air tackled Porter. "That is surely a foul." Vladimir found himself protesting, wondering why the Professor wasn't blowing the whistle. "It seems like Lee was following the rules as a Quidditch Player!" Vladimir announced after he figured it out, perplexed. "It seems like an ... 'accident'. Hn..." With one side of the crowd supporting the so-called 'legal' foul and the other side yelling for Lee to be sent off, Vladimir found himself agreeing with the blues, but there was nothing to be done.
Vladimir bit his lip, shook his head a few times, then continued with his commentary. "Okay so Bruke's flying down now, without interference - Passes to Lee - Potter races to intercept - Doesn't make it - Porter flies in, snatches the quaffle out of the air - Lee fails to get it, flies the other way - Starts patrolling the area - Addison's bracing herself - Drage looks ready to defend the hoops as well - Porter passes to Potter at close proximity - Have to get my tongue around that - Lily gets the pass - Lee flies towards Porter again - Porter brakes - Lee slows down so as not to crash into her, stopped from reaching Potter - Potter flies for the hoops - Shoots - Ravenclaw Sc- No, Addison saves it - Puts quaffle back in play by passing to Bruke - Carla intercepts it while risking a bludger flying for her - Passes to Potter - Bruke flies in and intercepts once more - Quaffle changing possession from player to player like a hot potato now - Porter flies in, saves Carla from getting mauled by that bludger - Suffers a bit of a hit there herself - Goes racing after the quaffle, starts to pressurize Bruke there - Potter flies in as well, lot of pressure on Bruke now - Smith doesn't look like he's able to keep up with the insane speed at which this match is going at - Flies East - Sedgwick alternates as beater for the Slytherins, stops a bludger hitting Andrew-"
Ducking as a stray Bludger came rocketing towards the commentator's podium when Sedgwick deflected it, Vladimir swore loudly. Once he was sure no Bludgers were going to break his jaw, he peeked out of his hiding spot under the commentator's table, cleared his throat, and continued. "That was close ... Uh - Smith flying in now - Bruke feels the pressure - Passes - Snow flies in as fast as he can to dissuade any Ravenclaws meaning to intercept - Porter snatches the quaffle quickly - Sedgwick sends a bludger at her - Drage cheering loudly over at the hoops - Go girl! - Porter dodges the bludger - Snow sends yet another bludger at her, whoa, it's like the girls under a cannonade - Smith flies in, whacks the bludger away - Porter's coming in hot! She's close! She's there! She Shoots! - RAVENCLAW SCORES ONCE AGAIN!"
More cheers erupted from the blue-coated stands while groans from the green hit the air, Vladimir found himself positively bouncing up and down in excitement. This game was alot faster than the one with Gryffindor against Hufflepuff; Since both Gryffindor and Hufflepuff were determined to play fair while furious, their game was obviously going to look slow compared to the Slytherins and Ravenclaws, who, true to their reputations, were giving the audience a match of something like cunning versus smart. Pulling every trick out of their sleeves while repeatedly trying to outflank their opponents. Vladimir shook his head in bewildered amazement. "Twenty to zero in Ravenclaw's favor! Slytherin best catch up!" Vladimir yelled, leaning forward so he could watch the match properly; he prided himself on his sharp eyesight, but this was something else. "Lee - Oh the bugger - Lee rams into Potter - Snatches the quaffle out of the air while he tackles her - Bruke flies in fast to support his team mate - Porter steals the quaffle from Lee - What a wildcat! Think she'd go out wi - Whoops - Sorry Professor! - Uhm - Chaos flies in to support her team - Lee swearing spectacularly there! Wonder what language it is; flies in like a thunderbolt to try and tail Porter - Hold on, the guy's flying right past her - What th-"
Abuse was roared from the Ravenclaw stands at Lee's increasingly violent and somewhat tactical gameplay. "Oh that son of a b-" Vladimir stopped himself before the Professor murdered him with a killer glare. "How is that not a foul? What?! The rule-abusing little git!" The Professor in the stands turned beetroot in the face. "Sorry Professor." Vladimir added hastily, "So after that disgusting, conniving, bloody evil bit of cheating-" The Professor wagged a finger at him warningly from the stands. "Oh - Okay, fine! Lee nearly kills the Ravenclaw Chaser by pulling her robes and making her nearly fall off her broomstick and crash down to the earth in a horrible death, which I'm sure could happen to anyone - Porter loses the quaffle, struggling to get back up on her broomstick there - Knight sends a well deserved bludger at Lee - Chaos grabs the quaffle as soon as Porter loses it, flies off - Lee has a bludger scrape his leg through Knight's valiant attempts - Good work! - Uh - Sorry Prof - Lee weaving in and out of his fellow players - Bruke flying in to support Chaos - Kasey Carla starts screaming at Lee for his devious attempts - Chaos goes - No - Feints - Passes to Bruke - Porter recovers, goes racing after Lee to try and stop him supporting his team - Lee starts guarding Carla's rear - Distracts Porter - Grabs the quaffle - switches positions with Chaos - What the - How fast is that little ...?"
The truth was, despite all their cunning and foul play, the Slytherin team's Chasers were absurdly synchronized; he sincerely hoped the Ravenclaw beaters sent more bludgers at Lee. "Slytherin in possession - Knight sends another bludger at Lee - Chaos flying off fast, probably for team support - Bruke warning Lee about Knight I think - Lee dodges - Sends the bludger flying at Porter instead - Porter barely manages to dodge it - Cunning little snake! - Sorry Prof - Lee keeps going - Carla tails Chaos for good reason - Referee is warning Lee about his continued sneaky little - Uh - Stunts - Chaos continues to fly like a hawk up in the air - Lee flies down low - Passes to Chaos - goes flying off in the other direction - Other direction? Wait a minute - No - Lee's still got the quaffle! - Porter starts tailing Lee - Bruke flies in quickly to support Lee - Porter flies in between them in the hopes Lee passes - Lee flying all over the place - Flies straight for the hoops - He's going straight in to score - Sedgwick flies in to support her team - Carla starts tailing Lee - Bruke holds his position - Looks like everyone's going for Lee now, hopefully they'll catch him and - Oh, uh - Lee mocking the Ravenclaw Chasers - Flies right through the hoops area - Going in to score - No one's able to follow him now unless they want to risk Stooging - Darn - Porter stops by the border, looking puzzled - Bruke shooting forward - Carla guarding the border - Lee's gaining speed, flying up - Why is he flying up...?"
The next series of moves were so erratic Vladimir didn't even understand what happened for half the time. Then he understood. "Lee goes in to score - No - Feints! - Doesn't! - Flies back out in an arc like a loose arrow - passes to Andrew - I think - Keeps flying - What t- Brakes in front of Porter - Oh, dammit! - Porter's going to collide! Ravenclaw foul- No wait! Fantastic save there by Porter! Bloody fantastic! Jumped right over Lee and landed on her broomstick again! Wait a minute. Hold on, where's Bruke-?" Vladimir barely noticed it, and when he did, he blinked, and blankly said into the speakers. "Wha ... Uh ..." He paused, then stared at the Pitch for confirmation. "Drage ... Drage saves it - No ... Drage goes to save Lee's feint - Doesn't see Bruke - Damn - SLYTHERIN SCORE!"
Disheartening jeers and hoarse cries from the Slytherin stands was sickening, to say the least. "Twenty to Ten in Ravenclaw's favor - Potter fetches the quaffle from afar - Porter takes off after Lily Potter to support her - Lee flies in - Pulls the same robe-yanking move he did on Porter - This time on Potter - Potter nearly falls for it - Saves herself - Porter flies down the field - Lee's signaling at his team beater there - Potter passes to Porter - Sedgwick sends a bludger at Ginny Porter - Potter flies in to take it - Ouch, bet that hurt ... Potter gets the pass - Flies further - Lee's still going after them - Potter guards against him for Ginny Porter - Sedgwick sends a bludger at Potter - Porter tries to distract Addison - Shoots - RAVENCLAW SCORES!!"
Breathing out, waiting with bated breath as the quaffle switched possession again, Vladimir wondered how these guys were going to keep up this pace.
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