Hecate sat in the stands, her old beater's bat 'Lucille' in her hands, eyes fixed on the bludgers. Humphrey and Salvatore were only second years but they were good beaters, Greingoth was an great Keeper, Shepard was a very good seeker, Anderson, Wattsfay and Kim were talented chasers... all in all Slytherin had a great team.

Hecate held the bat downwards, between her legs and against her seat. Her seat. She sat in the same spot since she became a spectator. There was a dent in it from the beater's bat hitting it everytime the game wasn't going the way she wished.

"YES!!!!! GO SHEPARD!!!" She yelled wielding the beater's bat over her head in excitement.