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The game was close, just as George knew it would be when Puddlemere versed the Falcons. It was close last time too. Neither team wanting to lose to the other - like most games - but this one was more intense because a sort of rivalry had been building between the teams. At least, that was the way the media had spun it.

George was a little torn between loyalties of which team to cheer for, so he opted not to wear any merchandise from either team and wear is old Gryffindor Quidditch robes (minus the padding underneath that Beaters generally wore). He was a little surprised the school robes still fit as he was sure he had put on weight since 'retiring' from the sport - but they did and it felt good to be wearing a part of his old kit again. Perhaps he and Fred should come out of retirement - maybe not to play professionally but do a one time only match or something. He didn't know - he just had the urge to jump on a broom and fly now he was wearing his uniform again.

Seeing the Falcons get the Quaffle off the Puddlemere Chasers, George let out a little bark of laughter and nudged his Twin, who was sitting beside him. He didn't bother saying anything because he knew the words would be lost in the crowd of cheers and chants for defense. He recognised the Falcons play, remembering the Slytherins adopting a similar strategy in school. He supposed, with two out of three Chasers being Slytherins a few of the old school plays were bound to creep into the Falcons' game.

Being a Beater, he knew that the best way to stop the Falcon Chasers from scoring was to knock one of them out with a Bludger. It still didn't stop his eyes from widening when one smacked into Marcus. He knew the Chaser was tough and would be able to just shake it off easily but something was not right. Marcus wasn't stable on his broom and George's hand automatically darted next to him for his Twin's when he saw the Chaser fall.

George felt helpless as he watched the scene play out before him. Squeezing Fred's hand as he saw Oliver dart out from the goal posts and try to stop Marcus from meeting a messy end as the Chaser fell. "No," his mouthed, no sound coming out. It was a part of the game George hated - the injuries - especially when it was people he cared about.

He winced when the pair of players hit the ground, all eyes in the stadium locked on the Chaser and the Keeper. emergency medical crews ran onto the pitch to treat the injured players and the game above paused. Montague still had the Quaffle and no one looked game enough to take it off the newest Falcon as he watched the crews treat his cousin. Mustering up his own Captain voice, Montague took charge of the Falcons like he took over for Marcus once his older cousin had left school. He called an official time out, otherwise game play should have continued despite the injured parties on the ground below.