A/N: I'm so sorry that I took so long getting this chapter up. And I'm sorry it's so short. I've had a major case of writer's block and WAY too much homework. If any of you have suggestions or requests for future chapters, please review! It would make me very happy. Enjoy!
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I bounced up and down in my seat, impatient for the game to start. It was the first Quidditch match of the year, and the first one I'd ever been to at Hogwarts. Ian laughed at my antics and pulled me back down. "It'll start soon," he said patiently, used to my hyper attacks by now.
"Yeah," agreed Thomas, a Hufflepuff in our year. We were friends, though not really that close, and he had came to sit with us in order to avoid another Hufflepuff who was apparently stalking him.
"Look, there they are!" said Meghan, looking down at the field. I craned my neck to see, and sure enough, there they were, a collection of scarlet robed teenagers. Even from far away I could see the bright head of turquoise hair that was Teddy.
Madam Hooch, our flying teacher, though she was getting on in years, came out onto the pitch and released the balls. She tossed the quaffle up in the air and the game began. "And it's Trent of Gryffindor with the quaffle. He passes to Lupin, who dodges a bludger from one of the Slytherin beaters, and passes to Clarke. She streaks down the pitch and – oh! The quaffle is taken by Young of Slytherin."
The game continued, becoming more vicious with each passing minute. After another twenty minutes, Gryffindor was fifty points up, and each side had earned close to ten penalties. I watched Teddy, who was, I had to admit, a very excellent flyer. Anyone who saw him would say he was a natural. But I knew he wasn't. I remembered him telling me about going to Uncle Harry's house and spending hours practicing. He would come over to my house flushed and excited, wanting to play a game of Quidditch to show me his new skills.
I wasn't that bad on a broom myself, as I had proved at last week's flying lesson. It's a bit strange, I mean, I can't walk on a flat surface without tripping, but I could easily toss around a ball fifty feet in the air without falling or hurting myself. Hmmm, maybe I would try out for the team next year. I would love to be a chaser, like Teddy, and I think that Justin Trent is leaving next year.
A loud cheer woke me from my thoughts. I looked and saw that Trevor Goldstein had just made a spectacular save. He tossed the ball to Teddy, who took off toward the Slytherin goal, dodging expertly around bludgers and Slytherins. Two of the Slytherin chasers stopped in midair in front of Teddy, blocking him. Teddy didn't even pause. He dropped the quaffle, which was caught by Meredith Clarke, and moved around the Slytherins, catching the quaffle as it was passed back to him. Teddy streaked down the rest of the field, and tossed the quaffle through the goal before the Slytherin keeper could react.
The Gryffindor side of the stands, along with most of the Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws, erupted in cheers. I found myself screaming along with them. "Whoooooooooooooooo! Go Teddy!" I yelled, jumping up and down while my friends laughed at my enthusiasm.
As the game continued, more and more spectacular goals were made, mostly by Teddy, and it seemed as if Trevor was incapable of missing the ball. The Slytherins were falling farther and farther behind, as the Gryffindors gained another seventy points. Emily Taylor, the seeker for Gryffindor, continued circling the game from above, searching for the snitch. I glanced at her and suddenly she went into a fast, steep dive, straight towards the grass below. She pulled up a few yards above the ground, the tiny fluttering snitch clutched in her hand. Gryffindor had won!
Everyone rushed onto the field to congratulate the team, and I found myself, along with Meghan and Ian, being pushed along by the crowd to Gryffindor tower, where a party was starting to celebrate. I saw Teddy sneak off as the team reached the portrait hole, a piece of parchment clutched in his hand. He returned a few minutes later with armfuls of sweets and other food.
The party was fun, though very loud. When I saw Teddy return with the food, I rushed over to congratulate him. "Great job!" I exclaimed, hugging him tightly.
"Thanks," he laughed, returning the hug. "Were you cheering? I thought I heard you."
"C'mon Teddy, there's no way you could have heard me. There were tons of people cheering, and you were far away anyway."
"So you were cheering!" he exclaimed. I laughed at him and went off to get some food. I was just picking up a cookie when Lorelei, one of my dorm-mates came over. We talked for a while, but I kept looking over at the Quidditch team. They all looked ecstatic, especially Teddy, who had turned his hair bright orange. I wondered if he would mind giving me some flying lessons. Yes, I was definitely going to try out for the team next year.