The first Quiditch game of the season was Hufflepuff versus Gryffindor.

The air felt maginificent from the Commentator's box. It smelled like grass, the Greenhouse dirt and, most importantly, it smelled like defeat - for the Gryffindors. The whole field was in view; the bleachers were full of students, waving flags, banners, and wearing their House colors proudly. The teachers were somewhere in the stands as well, quietly hoping that their favorite team of the two would win, as any favoritism would be seen as unfair.

I cleared my throat and flipped my hair over my shoulder. The magically-charmed microphone sat in front of me, waiting. I tapped on it twice and grinned like a complete loon while my body buzzed with excitement.

"Witches and Wizards, Ladies and Gents!" I announced loudly, the microphone amplifying my voice a hundred-fold, "Let's hear some applause for the first game of this season!"

The roar from the stands was so lively, it was infectious. I couldn't help but smile. "As we're all very excited, I'm not going to take any longer! Here they are! The Hufflepuffs!"

Running onto the field, striped in yellow and black, the seven players filed themselves into a neat line.

"Thimble! Everett! Lynton! Godfrey and Godfrey! Appleby! Grant!"

The part of the stands that had a black-and-yellow banner of a badger exploded. Arms flailed, holding smaller banners and flags; voices grew hoarse and raspy; and feet stamped against the floor, giving the cheering some sort of rhythm. "The Hufflepuffs are in great shape, I must say!" I leaned forward, peering through my binoculars. "Can someone tell me the difference between the Godfrey twins? I get those two mixed up every time!"

The students laughed. It was obviously easy to tell the twins apart, but it was more fun to get the two riled up. Someone from the stands helpfully played along, shouting the difference between the two. "Thank you, random Hufflepuff!" I crooned, "Jared's the blond and Nico's the brunette. Got it."

Two figures on the field waved their brooms at me with mock-anger. I waved back cheerily at the Godfrey twins and put my binoculars away. "And here we have the Gryffindors!" From the opposite direction, the team ran to their places, streaking the fields in their scarlet-and-gold uniforms.

"Holmwood! Victors! Simmons! Potter! Black! Terrell! Ellsworth!"

The girls launched themselves into screaming fits at the mention of the one and only James Potter and Sirius Black. "Ladies, ladies!" I chuckled into the mic, "Control yourselves! Potter and Black are still single, right?"

The stands erupted, partly into loud laughter and girlish screams.

James yelled back something that didn't quiet reach my ears. "James has his eye out for one specific girl, but so far, he's had no luck!" I relaxed against my chair. "I'm pretty sure Sirius is still on the market though."

Once again, the girls squealed and I heard someone cough from behind me. I straightened and found Professor McGonagall looking pointedly at me. I held the mic away from my mouth, "Sorry, professor. Just hamming up the crowd."

"Miss Blue," the Professor started, "We are here to enjoy a game of Quiditch; not to discuss Mr. Potter and Mr. Black's eligibility." There was something, amusement maybe, twinkling behind her glasses. I nodded my head obediently, smiled sheepishly.

On the field, as I peered through my binoculars, Madam Hooch was giving the team a run-over of the rules. Through the lens, I could see the players lined up.

Ugh, I felt horrible, ogling at Sirius. But, the boy was drop-dead gorgeous, and you just couldn't help it. The way he smiled, the way his hair flowed in the wind, the sound of his melodious laugh, the way his cheekbones complimented his pearly white teeth -

I snapped out of my daze and brought my hand across my own cheek. The slap was effective and I was back to commentating. Madam Hooch blew her whistle. The quaffle was thrown up in the air and I grabbed my binoculars.

The game went on, the ferocity and excitement building up with each pass, miss, and score. After seven penalties and having witnessed Nico Godfrey and Austery Holmwood almost fall off their brooms, the game finally ended with Gryffindor winning, a hundred-seventy to ninety.

Students waving banners and flags ran out onto the field, screaming loudly. The team hoisted James onto their shoulders as they attempted to make a lap around the field. I got up and left the commentator's booth. Walking down to the field, I caught snippets of conversation about a victory party in the Gryffindor common room.

"Ava! Hey! Commentator lady! Over here!"

I turned my head towards the source of the voice. The hyperactive human projectile that was my best friend, Kassidy Knox, barreled into me, her arms wrapping around my neck. "GRYFFINDOR WON!" She screeched into my ear.

I pushed her away, laughing. "Yes, I know, Kass. I saw the whole thing."

Kassidy was an attractive girl, with silky straight brown hair and a million-watt smile. I hypothesized that she spent at least eighty-five percent of her life smiling, giggling, grinning or all of the above. She was an incredibly optimistic person. I wish I could say the same for myself.

"Are you going to the party?" Kassidy asked. Word about the party was clearly going around faster than I expected.

I smiled crookedly. "Sure. I've got nothing better to do tonight."

Kassidy cheered, clapping her hands as she jumped up and down. While she chattered on about what she expected the party to be like, I took the chance to get one final look at the field, hopeful that he would still be there.

Sirius was indeed still on the field, hovering a foot off the ground. The stands were almost empty, only a few stragglers left. Coincidence of not, he caught my eye. Or I caught his. Not entirely sure but it made my stomach do backflips anyway.

He waved and winked, looking roguishly handsome and making me want to melt into a puddle of goo. However, no matter what the love-sick school girl inside me wanted to do, I winked back and pursed my lips, delusionally thinking I actually looked flirtatious.

Kassidy blinked twice. "Can you stop playing along? It's like you and Sirius have this - I don't know - sexual tension?" She didn't sound sure.

I rolled my eyes good-naturedly. "Kass, when in Rome do as the Romans do. He knows I'm just joking around."

Kassidy looked dubious but she led me away nonetheless, saying how hungry she was. I nodded along, excited about the party.

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