The Quidditch Pitch was chilly, despite it being the middle of September. The grass was wet with dew on this early Saturday morning, and wind was blowing casually through the trees. It was the perfect day for a Quidditch match.
The stadium was packed with students, all wearing their house colors. The first match of the season was Hufflepuff vs Ravenclaw, and tensions were high. Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff had always had tense rivalry, but it wasn't as well-known as Slytherin and Gryffindor's.
Harry Potter crept into the Chamber of Secrets, now alone. He was determined to save Ginny and stop the monster petrifying muggleborns, such as myself.
"I love this book," chimed a girl to Cassy's right. She had on a Ravenclaw scarf, and her blond hair was crimped. She was reading The Scandal Behind the Spectacles, by Rita Skeeter.
"You're reading Rita Skeeter?" said Cassy, eyebrows raised.
"Yeah. I love how she just digs past all of the lies and sugarcoating and tells the truth."
Cassy let out a snort, and the girl frowned. "Rita Skeeter has less truth in her than a boy around veela."
"And who are you reading?" asked the girl snootily.
"Harry Potter: A Biography by Hermione Granger."
"Oh, I hate her. She's so full of herself! And I mean, come on, everyone knows that Harry just blamed the petrifications on that giant snake thingy."
Cassy merely rolled er eyes and turned away. That girl was not worth her time.
Cassy was interrupted from her thoughts as the crowd screamed. The players had rose into the air and begun to play. Cassy kept her eye on John, who was searching for the Snitch. The broom seemed to be doing quite well so far, so Cassy decided to sneak a look at her book.
Harry's eyes widened as he saw a figure lying motionless on the floor ahead.
"Ginny!" he called.
The crowd yelled again. Cassy looked up. John was going into a long dive, only to pull out of it just in time. As he grinned at the crowd, he suddenly slipped off of his broom, landing on the wet grass. The crowd gasped, and Cassy ran out of the stadium to go retrieve her broom. She passed Madam Pomfrey, and gave her a wink. Cassy had told Madam Pomfrey about her revenge the day before, assuring her that no major injuries would occur.
Cassy ran down onto the pitch and picked up her broom.
"Oh no!" she said. "I guess he slipped off. Maybe the broom was too slippery."
"It wasn't too slippery! It bucked me off! Like a horse!"
The team looked at John like he was crazy. Madam Pomfrey rushed over to the scene and examined John.
"Tut. Sprained wrist. he can't play."
"What?! But Madam Pomfrey, we'll have to forfeit without me!"
"Tough cookies, son." And she led him away.
"You there. Quidditch-Hater." said the Captain to Cassy. "You play in his place. Maybe you can operate the broom if you built it."
Cassy shrank back. "Oh, I don't think so-"
"I'll pay you ten Galleons."
How could she say no to that? So she got up onto the broom while the Captain signaled to the ref for time in. The team rose into the air, and the ref threw the balls into the air and the players circled the pitch, while Cassy began to search for the Snitch.
A bludger flew right for Cassy's head, but she dodged it just in time. She really had made the broom right. She moved like a rocket at the slightest touch. It was brilliant.
Suddenly Cassy caught sight of something gold, flitting near the ground. She zoomed into a dive, rushing towards the ground at the speed of light. At the very last second, she snatched at the air and pulled up from the dive. When she opened her palm, in it lay the Golden Snitch, motionless.
Cheers erupted in the stadium. Cassy was numb. She had won the game. And ten Galleons. A grin appeared on her face. She dismounted the broom and walked over to the Captain, who smiled at her, and extended his hand.
"Welcome to the team."
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