"Mcmanus passes the bludger to Weasley. Weasley knocks it straight at Wood!"

I watched in satisfaction as my bludger caused Wood to lose concentration and fail to block Applebee’s shot, making the score 20:10 in favour of Hufflepuff.

Flying around the pitch, trying to keep track of Potter and the bludger, I watched as the game progressed.

The twins, being unused to playing against such aggressive beaters like Mcmanus and I, weren't really having a big impact on the game. Sadly, the same could not be said about the Gryffindor chasers.

Only due to my interventions were we still in the lead. Using yourself as a body block against chasers wasn't against the rules after all, as long as you didn't actually touch them.

Seeing another opportunity, I did just that. I knock away a bludger the twins had prepared to trip up our keeper. It would return after a while, being aggressive was its purpose after all.

Swooping down, I flew along my beater buddy Micheal until we reached the 'flying foxes of Gryffindor'.

I saw Michael fly alongside Angelina screaming something about big butts and not being able to lie, god I loved that guy. I had told him that distracting others with your voice was allowed as long as you weren't shouting spells and the teen had decided to hit off his singing career.

Speeding along finally reaching Katie who had the quaffle I intersposed myself between her and her last teammate forcing her to throw at the goals without any of the confusing maneuvers that they preferred.

"Bugger off Weasley!" She must have been mad that Ferley our keeper had blocked her shot that easily, blowing her a kissy face I left her to stew with one last remark.

"Sorry babe the gravity field of your behind attracted me, wasn't intentional I assure you." I said whilst I imagined hearing the hamster making her brain function work overtime to understand my insult.

The pain in my eardrums a few seconds later told me that her shriek of frustration was not my imagination.

"What's this, has Potter spotted the snitch!?" Shouted the announcer.

Mentally thanking Lee Jordan I turned towards Potter to see him flying centimeters above the grass following a small flying golden ball.

I was higher up than him, my Comet 360 was inferior to his Nimbus and he was slowly gaining on the snitch.

Predicting the pathway the snitch would take, I stopped all functions in my broom and started free falling towards where I thought the golden thing would be at the moment of impact.

The adrenalin in my body reached unheard of levels, I could actually appreciate the fact this time, the high not being achieved by fighting for my life.

Grinning I saw my prediction had been right, swinging my leg over my broom I spun with the momentum of my fall and hit the ground with my beater bat swirling up a storm of earth and grass directly in the spot the snitch flew through making the enemy seeker lose sight of it.

"That has got to be against the rules! In one of the most disgusting displays of foul play ever witnessed from a Huffl-" That was the point where Mcgonagall interrupted him.

"Jordan!"

Giving Potter a smug grin, that I'm sure he saw by the clenching of his hands on the Nimbus I flew away to rejoin the game.

While the Gryffindor team had been busy cheering at their perceived win we had scored two goals bringing the score to 40:10.

That was the point where I saw how tilted the enemy team was.

If anyone had seen my face in that moment, I would have probably ended up in a mental asylum due to my maniacal smile.

You see an enemy being on tilt means they were playing badly being influenced by their emotions. This was the point where they were the most susceptible to even more tilt.

There were many ways to tilt.

Doing impossible maneuvers as a chaser, fancy blocks as a keeper and interrupting plays as a seeker.

But there was one tactic that had been the number one in my heart since I started playing video games about thirty years ago.

Focusing down one enemy until they were nothing more than an accumulation of nerves, failure and despair.

Letting my eyes sweep over my opponents of the day like a serial killer looking for his next victim I found her.

Alicia Spinnet, a third year Indian looking girl who was flying a bit shakily, from nerves or from one of my bludgers to the stomach at the start of the game, I didn't rightfully know.

Noticing my gaze she gave my a quizzical look.

I almost burst out laughing, a casual brush of legilimency told me she was on her period as well, I probably wasn't able to suppress my giggles as well as I thought, because Spinnet scowled at me and flew off towards her team.

Raising my hand I gained my partner-in-crime’s attention, my fellow beater grinned at me as I signalled our next tactic.

He had a brutal mindstyle that I enjoyed playing with, oh nothing cruel or sadistic, he just enjoyed winning way too much to not resort to some, frowned upon tactics.

Hufflepuff had just scored another goal and all the chasers were taking a bit of a break when I intercepted one of the twins bludgers to Michael who happily hurled it at Spinnet who was catching her breath from the fierce flying she'd done seconds before.

The aggressive ball hit her directly in the right shoulder making sure that any of her future throws would not be as good as some Gryffindor fans hoped.

Mcmanus and I were on the receiving end of more than a few glares after that play, but meh, I could live with myself.

And that's how it continued.

Everytime we got the bludger in our possession we would hurl it at Spinnet girl with all our might, even in situations where another target would have been better to go after.

The twins at some point had to intervene and one of them permanently put himself at her side to deflect any bludgers.

The twins had been losing the battle of the beaters already, well now that we only had to fight one twin...

Mcmanus and I took complete control of the match. After the split of Fred and George, Gryffindor had maybe twenty percent possession of the bludgers.

The number would have been even lower but I had to occasionally stop Potter from catching the snitch.

Honestly what was Diggory doing.

I sighed, not really being able to fault him, Harry just had the better broom and the build of seeker.

The game ended after two hours with the score being 470:210 for Hufflepuff. Potter had caught the snitch.

I looked over at the Gryffindor team to see Alicia Spinnet being surrounded by her teammates seemingly having a nervous breakdown, several heavy bruises probably splattered all over her body and what I was sure was a dislocated shoulder.

Had I gone to far?

Nah.

Being carried towards my common room by the Quidditch team hearing the call of "Weasley is our king!" I couldn't really bring myself to feel bad.

It's just a game brah.

In hindsight spending the entirety of the summer honing my killer instinct wasn’t really the best idea.