A/N: This is a collection of drabbles written for the Setting Boot Camp (#02 - extensive).
What's Quodpot?
a collection of quidditch-related drabbles
"What are you doing, Johnson? You call that flying? To me, it seems more like flailing around with absolutely no sense of control!" Oliver shouted at Angelina, who scowled at him fiercely.
"Have you even noticed the ridiculous wind right now? It's dangerous as hell for us to even be out here and you know it!" the chaser screamed back, as yet another gust of wind almost blew the willowy girl off her broom.
"Players have to be prepared to play in any conditions!" Oliver yelled safely from the ground.
And, at exactly that moment, Angelina tumbled off her broom completely, saved from injury due to a lucky catch by George. The two of them, along with the rest of the team, shot Oliver the dirtiest looks they could muster.
"I could've died," Angelina growled.
"Er, guess you all are dismissed then. Work harder next time!" Oliver said as he sprinted away, not willing to take any chances with his pissed teammates.