It was a match between Slytherin and Ravenclaw. I took my place and started to fly and pass the Quaffle. Draco was still speeding for the Snitch as Samantha passed the Quaffle to me. I threw it towards the Ravenclaw side. Histeria blocked my shot, though it was a close save. She smirked at my disappointed face. "Looks like someone needs practice." Histeria replied coldly. "You're doing good." I said. She ignored. "I don't fraternize when I am focusing on winning." She said without any emotion. I zoomed to catch. All of a sudden, someone on their broom swept through me, grabbing my shirt as I almost fell. If it was not for my hands, I would be dead right now. I shouted and struggled since I couldn't move. All eyes were to me as I struggled with my broom. Then again, that very same person flew at a swift speed. My other hand lost grip and I was left with one. I was losing altitude too. I was panicking. What if I fell down? Would I die? I saw Histeria lowering her broom down, and as she neared me, she held onto my broom with one hand. "You come over on my broom." Histeria said. I was rather surprised about this act. "I...I can't." I mumbled. "Well, you must or you die." She replied. "But I can't! I am losing my grip!" I said as I looked at her. "But you must! I can't lose you!" She cried out, tears filling her voice. "Come, fast. I can't hold your broom for this long!" Histeria said as she bent low. I kept my other hand on her shoulder, and lowered myself, sliding down behind her. "Grab my waist stupid, Do you want to fall off and die?" She yelled against the wind. I followed wordlessly. "I will have to land." She replied as I saw my broom fall down. I was speechless. Histeria really had mood swings, did she? We landed and she left before I could say anything. Slytherin had won. I was filled with guilt. "Well, so much for our first game, eh?" Flint said. "No worries. I haven't got an idea who swept through you anyway." He told me. "We just need to train harder. Good job team." I didn't reply.
