Title: Championship, V Challenge: Queerditch Marsh Word Count: 100
“Got it!” cried the Slytherin seeker, a slender young woman from the European branch of the Scamanders. The Golden Snitch fluttered in her hand, its gleaming metal the only part of girl or equipment that wasn't soaked in mud after a dive into the marsh.
“And Slytherin somehow wins the Cup,” said Lee Jordan. “On a rare clean catch by - “
“Good game,” said Xiomara, holding out her hand to Severus as someone attempted to cut Jordan's mic. “That girl has a future.”
Severus shook the muck off his glove before removing it to shake. “Indeed.”