Quidditch


Spring was shyly setting at Hogwarts. It was still quite chilly on the grounds, and a light mist raised from the lake. It was like, for this year, the school was too dark and too cold to let the least warmth settle inside its walls.

Dean and Seamus were fighting the morose atmosphere, and they were courageously defying the cold wind blowing on the Quidditch Pitch. They proudly wore their Gryffindors uniforms and desperately attempted to make use of the Quaffles. They imagined themselves in the middle of a match against Slytherin, destroying meticulously their opponent's defence.

"Mr Thomas and Mr Finnegan! I order you to land immediately!" The Professor Alecto Carrow was shouting at them.

It was like, for this year, each and every joyful moment had to be annihilated.

"This is a promise, mate," he had murmured. "We will resume this training exactly where we stopped, when this school will be finally cleaned."

.oOo.

Dean and Seamus hold each other in their arms. They had not believed it was still possible. Darkness had muffled all their hopes to live that again. And yet, they were both again on the Quidditch Pitch.

The Castle of Hogwarts could still be seen on the horizon but is was no more than a ruin flooded by the light of summer's sun.


Wordcount : 219

"Challenge Through the Universe" from The Golden Snitch (where I am a proud student of Tawartet, Uadagou) : (129) Perihelion — (settings) spring, summer.