Slytherin to victory!

Then stood in the spectator stands watching the Slytherins fly gracefully on their brooms. While he wasn't a fan of their house, he had to admit, they flew well, and he respected it. He watched as they threw the quaffle in the hoop and then had his attention drawn to the bludgers knocking people off their brooms. He wished he had a broom. He sat eating his chocolate frogs when he noticed something. He had forgotten his badge! He ran off the field and reclaimed it, panting as he returned. It had belonged to his father, and it was one of the few things he had left. He resumed his watching of the players. His hands were trembling, though, as he thought of how close he was to losing it. It was very important, and he knew his mother would have killed him had he lost it. But those thoughts left his mind soon, as he began to think about what broom he wanted. He wanted a firebolt, but of course, those would be out of his price range. Perhaps a nimbus, or if he must, a clean sweep. He supposed a bluebottle could work if all else failed, but he really didn't want that one. He finally took one last look at the pitch, where the Slytherins were still flying. It was going to be hard to beat them.