Find that inner calm, Alinsky, like Pops said.

Breathing out slowly, I methodically scan the pitch, looking for the nasty little bugger.

There!

Dodging a Bludger, I zoom in on the fragile, yet flighty Snitch, the Gryffindor Seeker tailing me.

Not today, Potter.

Closer and closer, memories of past seasons flash in my mind. Joyous victories, tearful sorrows, a team forged through blood. The words Captain Moore left me.

"You've got a good head--use it. Bring home the Cup."

I smirk.

Don't I always?

Flip, shove Potter, reach, and...snatch.

"Aubrey Alinsky's got the Snitch! 150 points for Slytherin!"

"Slytherin wins!"