Disclaimer – Not a thing belongs to me… Except the DVDs and Books which actually belong to my Mum…
A/N – Random thing my mate and I came up with, she pinned the characters and I am just writing the story…
Unlikely Competitors
The students were all packed into the stands. There was an uneasy hush as the winning team, Gryffindor, filed onto the pitch. Just as bewildered as the rest of the school as to why they had been called to the Quidditch pitch in full gear, despite the season being over. They had won the cup over two weeks ago, certainly clinching the house cup for the Lions too.
Waiting in the middle of the dry grass, they could hear the familiar sound of Lee Jordan's voice echoing out over the loudspeakers.
"Hello fellow prisoners. Welcome to the Mystery Meeting of the… uhhh… I can't think of anything that begins with M to describe us!"
A wave of laughter spread through the crowd, and someone shouted something up to him that was inaudible from the ground.
"Oh yes," he continued back at his usual pace, "Magic Users! Mystery Meetings of the Magic Users! As many of you know, we were called here at the Quidditch cup feast. Professor Dumbledore promised a Hogwarts event to remember but I don't see it happening anytime soon…"
He was cut short as from the changing rooms, carrying a large gold trimmed wooden chest, a man walked onto the field. He seemed out of place among the pupils in their robes as he was wearing a black and white striped referee shirt. As the new arrival got closer to the players in their red Quidditch strip, they began to recognise the long white beard and hair.
Lee Jordan's voice yet again echoed around the stadium after his initial wonder.
"And we have the man himself. Please welcome Professor Dumbledore!"
The head raised his hand in greeting before turning to face the players. Calmly he explained what he wanted them to do, as the stadium erupted in screams.
"It's relatively simple," he told them, "You, as the winning team, get the privilege of playing against the new players around here. Normal rules apply, and I will know if any of you are cheating."
He took off his glasses and looked each person in the eye as he cleaned them on his beard. The students all fell silent as he raised his voice to address the crowd.
"And now I welcome… THE FLOBBERWORMS!"
Albus turned towards the changing rooms he had just left and put his glasses back on. The pupils half expected some fall-out league Quidditch team to march onto the pitch, but what they saw made them break into laughter...