Dylan had his eyes glued to the pitch, as Penelope and Summers were racing AGAIN for the snitch. "What is up with this snitch today. It's like every other play is popping up. It's Summers...again..."...It was annoying him for some reason...

"Hufflepuffs have come back with a score to settle here. Ellaphant seems to be on fire in front of those goal hoops..." Yes, he was proud...but STILL. "Alice Fischer and Skylar are looking particularly fierce right now. I can just SMELL the tension all the way up here." SNIFF! SNIFFFFFFFFFFF! "The Gryffindor chasers can't seem to get around that aggressive blond. Who knew she was this fierce?" The Slytherin felt stunned by it somewhat. Not that it effected him or anything. Slytherin wasn't playing Hufflepuff again...unfortunately.

"Back to that blasted gold ball with wings...It's been spotted beside the Lion Redhead."

"It's coming down to this. Summers has tied it up with snitches.........." It was intense...and Dylan was grasping the edge of the stadium seat. MERLIN!