The first score. It couldn’t have been more perfect, and Marcus could feel his confidence setting back and a bit of cockiness coming over him. This was going to be a hell of a match that was sure. Especially with the teams being near evenly matched. Aside from chasers. Marcus had to admit, that even though it was bruising his pride, and he would never admit it aloud, he and Bell made a damn good team. He had played with Pucey before. They fell into an old groove, but Marcus used to terrorize Bell on the pitch. She surely was more vicious now though… And she had been vicious then too.


He didn’t have much time to reflect though as the game continued, and with a fair bit of force and some tricky broom work, he managed to get behind the chaser with the Quaffel. [s]Seriously he would need to learn their names at some point in time.[/s] It was pure adrenaline coursing through him, and he managed to see the seekers in an all-out war for the snitch. Merlin, had it been a long time since he witnessed this form of Quidditch. No one on Tutshill gave a shit. They all knew they wouldn’t go anywhere unless they quit. The only reason he didn’t get blackmailed for quitting was because they had nothing on him.


Nothing.


He pulled up quick on his broom to dodge a bludger hit his way and then snaked past and managed to ram the quaffel holder hard enough to take possession again. His initial plan had backfired and he ended having the same done to him relatively close to the hoops, but once the quaffel was thrown, he managed to reach up a long arm and barely knock it back down to himself and take off in the other direction as fast as he could, but he could easily tell it wasn’t fast enough.


He managed to pass off to Pucey, but he soon got bombarded with it seemed like the entire other team. Perhaps it was because he was flying to close to damn near all of them, so he chucked it back and Marcus knew he wasn’t close enough to make so he chucked it as hard as he could, seeing Bell possibly had a shot. God let her make the shot again, and once he turned his head he could see the seekers were damn near neck and neck with the golden snitch and they flew directly under him.


In ten minutes he went from not seeing them at all to seeing almost too much of them, but it was a relief oddly enough. This was Quidditch. This was [i]real[/i] Quidditch.