A Quidditch Match
(Disclaimer: Quidditch and anything related to Quidditch belongs to Rowling. Not me. :: points at Rowling :: It's all her fault there is Quidditch, not mine.)
(Author's Note: There is no names. If you were expecting names, too bad. You have to fill it in your self. -- This is my first bit of fan fic. -- This is only a one part thing. That is, unless I get around to writing more when I'm bored. -- A review would be helpful. -- If you're thinking this is a bit odd, it is. I sort of based it off of the feeling created from something I played in band when I was 11. And I think it was supposed to be describing something in California. So, yeah.)
Two teams from Hogwarts filed out on to the Quidditch field. One was dressed in scarlet and gold, Gryffindor. The other was dressed in green and silver, Slytherin.
Today would not be the best for either team. The sky was dark with storm clouds. Rain splattered the ground noisily. It had a steady beat, the rain. Calming though exciting. Which was how both teams felt. Very calm, but very excited.
Thunder sounded as the game began. Gryffindor made a mad dash for the Quaffle. Slytherin contented themselves with chasing and hitting Bludgers. They were in for a very interesting game.
Ah! Gryffindor had scored a goal. Slytherin quickly realized this and unseated a Chaser of Gryffindor.
Both team captains yelled at each other. Slytherin with "We'll win!" and Gryffindor with "You only dream!" was the short yelling conversation.
A piece of excitement ran through. Calm was there. How odd it seemed for both teams to be excited and calm at the same time.
And then.. The Snitch! Slytherin had noticed it first. Gryffindor then saw the flying piece of shimmering gold. It was too soon in the game. A chase wasn't needed yet.
The Seekers from opposing teams kept their position and eyed each other. There was nothing else to do.
A Chaser from Gryffindor were near the Slytherin goal post. The Chaser shot the Quaffle, hoping to get it in. The aim had not been good and the ball was knocked over to the Slytherin Chasers.
The Slytherin Chaser sped off down the field. Gryffindor Beaters were trying hard to beat the Bludger in Slytherin's way, but Gryffindor had failed. Slytherin and Gryffindor were now tied, both with ten points.
Everyone held their breath and stared. Slytherin had the Quaffle. It was shot. And Gryffindor had knocked it out of the way. Now they had it and went down the field with Slytherin tagging close behind.
Excitement flooded through both teams. Another Chaser had been unseated in Slytherin by a Bludger. The same Bludger helped in unseating a Gryffindor Chaser.
Again.. The Snitch was seen! Now was the chance!
Slytherin and Gryffindor took off at the same time. The both were near each other. And, in the blink of an eye, the Snitch was gone.
Both sighed. The rain was getting thicker. Neither would ever get the Snitch.
Or maybe they would! The Snitch fluttered in the distance.
There was a mad chase for it. Both went around the Gryffindor Beaters who were in the middle of the field and the only seated Slytherin Chaser.
Both reached out to grab it. Somehow both managed to grab a wing. How odd.. It was going to be awfully hard to determine the winner now...
(Disclaimer: Quidditch and anything related to Quidditch belongs to Rowling. Not me. :: points at Rowling :: It's all her fault there is Quidditch, not mine.)
(Author's Note: There is no names. If you were expecting names, too bad. You have to fill it in your self. -- This is my first bit of fan fic. -- This is only a one part thing. That is, unless I get around to writing more when I'm bored. -- A review would be helpful. -- If you're thinking this is a bit odd, it is. I sort of based it off of the feeling created from something I played in band when I was 11. And I think it was supposed to be describing something in California. So, yeah.)
Two teams from Hogwarts filed out on to the Quidditch field. One was dressed in scarlet and gold, Gryffindor. The other was dressed in green and silver, Slytherin.
Today would not be the best for either team. The sky was dark with storm clouds. Rain splattered the ground noisily. It had a steady beat, the rain. Calming though exciting. Which was how both teams felt. Very calm, but very excited.
Thunder sounded as the game began. Gryffindor made a mad dash for the Quaffle. Slytherin contented themselves with chasing and hitting Bludgers. They were in for a very interesting game.
Ah! Gryffindor had scored a goal. Slytherin quickly realized this and unseated a Chaser of Gryffindor.
Both team captains yelled at each other. Slytherin with "We'll win!" and Gryffindor with "You only dream!" was the short yelling conversation.
A piece of excitement ran through. Calm was there. How odd it seemed for both teams to be excited and calm at the same time.
And then.. The Snitch! Slytherin had noticed it first. Gryffindor then saw the flying piece of shimmering gold. It was too soon in the game. A chase wasn't needed yet.
The Seekers from opposing teams kept their position and eyed each other. There was nothing else to do.
A Chaser from Gryffindor were near the Slytherin goal post. The Chaser shot the Quaffle, hoping to get it in. The aim had not been good and the ball was knocked over to the Slytherin Chasers.
The Slytherin Chaser sped off down the field. Gryffindor Beaters were trying hard to beat the Bludger in Slytherin's way, but Gryffindor had failed. Slytherin and Gryffindor were now tied, both with ten points.
Everyone held their breath and stared. Slytherin had the Quaffle. It was shot. And Gryffindor had knocked it out of the way. Now they had it and went down the field with Slytherin tagging close behind.
Excitement flooded through both teams. Another Chaser had been unseated in Slytherin by a Bludger. The same Bludger helped in unseating a Gryffindor Chaser.
Again.. The Snitch was seen! Now was the chance!
Slytherin and Gryffindor took off at the same time. The both were near each other. And, in the blink of an eye, the Snitch was gone.
Both sighed. The rain was getting thicker. Neither would ever get the Snitch.
Or maybe they would! The Snitch fluttered in the distance.
There was a mad chase for it. Both went around the Gryffindor Beaters who were in the middle of the field and the only seated Slytherin Chaser.
Both reached out to grab it. Somehow both managed to grab a wing. How odd.. It was going to be awfully hard to determine the winner now...