Quidditch
I could see the confused seeker above my head. The snitch had passed him just a second before but had disappeared right after. I could see the snitch in plain sight it was beside a dark cloud. I called out to him, trying to get his attention and point him in the right direction but the wind was too strong and loud. I decided to give up and let the seeker find it for himself, but at that moment a bludger came whirling out of nowhere straight toward the confused boy. As a beater it was my duty to stop that bludger from knocking any of my team off their broomsticks but It wasn't possible for me to get to the seeker in time. It was also unlucky that the slytherin seeker had seen the snitch floating by itself. I didn't know where to go. Should I try and defend my team (which was nearly impossible as I wouldn't be able to get to him in time) or try and confuse the other team. After 30 seconds my mind was made up. I shot towards the slytherin seeker with my hands waving frantically around in the air, hoping that the hufflepuff seeker would move out of the way of the bludger. My broomstick came to a halt right next to the slytherin seeker's broom (which was of course the new, snazzy nimbus 8000) and started shouting frantically words that didn't mean any sense. Obviously the black haired, mean faced boy stopped in his tracks trying to make out what I was saying. Then I saw it. The bludger which was supposed to knock our seeker over had missed and was coming straight towards the slytherin seeker. The beaters on the other side hadn't noticed and I was trying to not make it obvious that there was a ball hurtling towards him. Then it struck. The black haired boy wasn't on his broomstick anymore. He was falling very fast from a very high height. Nobody could save him now, this would at least shatter a few bones. The gasps from the audience were immense and the teachers were trying to stop him from hitting the ground but it was no use. I knew what I had to do. I sped downwards, the icy air splitting my cheeks. I was getting closer and closer to the terrified boy. I zipped past him and tried to catch him but he was too far away. What I was about to do was dangerous, it could either save the boy or kill us both, but I was willing to take that risk. I went closer and closer to the ground until I was underneath the slytherin seeker. BAM! The boy landed with a thud onto my broomstick. I tried to control it but we were falling even faster than before. Down we went and with one big tug I stopped the broomstick. We were safe. I heard cheers; thinking that out seeker had caught the snitch but the seeker was still zooming after it. Then I realised that the audience was cheering for me! Every single player on both teams had stopped (except for our seeker) and watched me catch the falling boy. The teams came to the ground and landed on the floor.
"Let's call it a draw," said the slytherin captain.
Everyone nodded in agreement and they all turned to me and congratulated me. Six teachers including Dumbledore came rushing to the aid of the boy and me. I realised how light headed I felt and sat down.
After the game the whole school had a feast to mark the end of the quidditch season which Dumbledore held every year.
"Now to present the quidditch cup!" Dumbledore yelled. I expected it to go to the Gryffindor captain as he won it every year. All of the players of each quidditch team came onto the stage.
"This year I've decided to give the cup to someone who has shown true braveness, speed and teamwork even to people who aren't in her team," Dumbledore exclaimed and all the girls stepped forward including me, "the winner of this year's cup goes to Rachel Greenwood!"
Rachel Greenwood, that's me!