by Phoenix in the Ashes » Wednesday 25 April 2007 1:38:22am
Sharpe heard a cheer from one section of the crowd, but he was flying so fast and not concentrating on anything other than the Snitch, so he wasn't sure of whether the Quaffle had gone in or not - he would find out later.
The Snitch was only a metre away, and turning at sharp angles that he and Rowena had to react to at lightening pace to keep up. His outsretched arm begged for him to stop chasing... it cried out in agony. This was by far the most furious Snitch chase he had been involved in, it seemed much faster than normal.
Rowena appeared to be thinking the same thing... neither of them were used to that level of intensity. The whole crowd was watching them anxiously... The team that won this game between Gryffindor and Slytherin, could, going by history, say that they had one arm on the Quidditch Cup already.
Sharpre edged closer and close to the Snitch.
There would be a Quidditch Cup this year at Hogwarts, even if the majority of top players in the school wouldn't be allowed to compete because of their entry in the Tournament.
The Tournament itself would be at the International Quidditch Stadium of Britain, where the Quidditch World Cup was held 12 years ago. Sharpe had gone to this year's Quidditch World Cup on the outskirts of Paris. The host nation France had made the semi-finals and then lost to a Japanese side quickly gaining fans and a reputation for success. This reputation was rather cemented when they became the first eastern country to win the World Cup in over 200 years. There had been national mourning in the streets of France for a week when they lost. England had only just made the top 8, Sharpe sighed.
The Snitch was so close, and Rowena was almost flying on top of him so she could get past him easier. He would only have one opportunity to catch the Snitch... and it was now.
His outstretched right hand swung around, and was so wild that it almost made Sharpe fall off his broom and Rowena dodge to get out of the way.
The Snitch had plenty of time to get away, and it flew sharply to the left...
... right into Sharpe's left hand. It never failed; it certainly hadn't in the World Cup Final. The move, perfected by the Toyohashi Tengu, the most celebrated Japanese club team. It was the Tengu Twister; the one Seeker's move that was intended not to dummy the opposition Seeker, but the Snitch itself.
The green and silver crowd cheered as another 150 points were added to Slytherin's total. In all the confusion, Sharpe realised that he had no idea whether Gryffindor's last scoring attempt had been successful...
... he turned around to take a look at the scoreboard.