>>*scratches his head* What's Quidditch?
>
>Imagine soccer, played on flying broomsticks.
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>By two mixed teams of cricketeers, baseball outfielders, and hockey
>players.
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>With four flying balls, two of which want to kill you, and one of
>which keeps running away and hiding.
>
>And it's played in an ancient Aztec ball-court, and the air above it.
>
>With a scoring system that makes tennis look logical.
>
>That should help you begin to imagine Quidditch.
>
What's so illogical about the scoring?

1 goal = 50 points.

capturing the snitch = 3 goals and ends the game.

Team with the most points wins. Makes as much sense as any other game out there.

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Vaughn doesn't know I exist. I guess this explains why the rest of reality keeps ignoring me as well. >_<