Extra large packet of jelly slugs open, Selena's popcorn caught in her mouth and not her hair, everyone being given enthusiastic waves back (Dora got a kiss). Alice was READY, see? She tugged her mike closer and tapped it to make sure it was working, being awarded with a loud SQUEAK for her efforts. One last look at the crowd, just to make sure no one was being disruptive, and then turned back to her commentator. "You can do the rosters, yeah?" And she knew to say certain names extra loudly, too, so.

And then the Quaffle was up. Loads of stuff happened, things occurred, more people passing the Quaffle, Thinsley sco- certain players hair looked REALLY nice today, was she allowed to say that into the mike?

"Ravenclaws in possession! Castell sweeps half the pitch with the Quaffle, unblocked- Snakes, where are you? Don't give her free range!" Were they letting her take it? THEY COULD STEAL IT COME ON, SHE WAS LOOKING AT YOU, ASCANIUS. "Odessa and Kinsley attempt to cut her off, but she's quick with a backhanded pass to Barrington. He ducks under Stark's arm, chucks the Quaffle to Branxton, who is lingering near the hoops.." NOTICEABLE PAUSE. Was he going to score? Like, yeah, Slytherin and all, but GO MO. Invisible blue pompom wave over here.

And. "He shoots, and Hudson dives for the Quaffle, her fingers missing the catch by centimeters. BRANXTON SCORES for Ravenclaw!" Yay. Alice shot a LOOK at the crowd to make sure they were applauding him (they were, weren't they? Excellent shot).

She chewed on a jelly slug distractedly, eyes still glued to the pitch. "Slytherin has the Quaffle, Thi-KINSLEY in possession. Three quarters down the pitch, he passes to Stark, who's right by an unguarded hoop. He raises his arm to shoot, and.. drops the Quaffle." Was he freezing up? Now? REALLY, Ascanius? "DON'T LOOK DOWN, SCANY, IT'S JUST A THIRTY FOOT DRO- I mean. Ahem." Alice cleared her throat, remembering that she was supposed to be professional. "Odessa to the rescue, flying by his fellow Chaser and catching the Quaffle with his head. He headbutts it into the hoop, and McCarthy dives just a SECOND TOO LATE. ODESSA SCORES FOR SLYTHERIN." MENTAL FISTPUMP. YEAH. "WASN'T that an excellent shot, everyone?"

Most definitely. Alice was BEAMING. "Score 30 to 10 in Slytherin's favor." That was a really good shot. She was just going to eat another slug and reflect on it, okay? Your turn, Penelope.