Playing Quiditch

Once Hedwig arrived, they all agreed to join in the owl quiditch game. There was a small problem that they had brought an odd number of owls, but since Cron avoided light, and it was still day, he agreed to sit out.

Hedwig was put on Larsome's team, and Gylfie on the opposite team. Then they had to pick a role. "Wait. . ." Hedwig said. "I thought there were only seven Others on a team, don't we have more than that?"

"Well yes." Larsome agreed. "But that's who the Others do it. In our version, so long as there's only one seeker we can have as many players as we want."

Hedwig made a noise that showed she thought this was amusing. A barn owl added, "And the seekers are already taken. Me being one."

It was no surprise the owl with the best hearing here was a seeker. Gylfie tried to think about what she knew on quiditch. Pigwidgeon, Hedwig, and Elna had all known something about it, so she had a vague idea. "What's the one . . . where you guard the goals?" she asked.

"The keeper. You want that?" Larsome asked.

A great horned on Gylfie's team looked skeptical. "Are you sure that's a good idea?" he asked.

"This is because I'm small isn't it!" Gylfie snapped.

"Well . . . uh. . ." The owl sighed. "Yes."

"I can handle the role of keeper perfectly. You should not be so judgmental of owls based of size. That is hardly their fault."

The owl swung his wings widely in surrender. "Okay, okay. Sorry."

Hedwig turned to Larsome. "I'll be a chaser."

Larsome nodded. "Alright everyone, let's get started!" He tossed the quaffle into the air. Hedwig zipped after it.

Gylfie flew over to the hoops. The great horned owl was sitting on one. Gylfie landed next to him. "You're the keeper too then."

The great horned owl nodded. They sat in silence for a while, but Gylfie quickly realized she'd picked a boring job. The quaffle rarely came close to them. "I'm Gylfie by the way." She introduced.

The great horned owl nodded. "I'm Thorsum."

Almost while he was saying it, Gylfie saw the quaffle come towards them. Gylfie jumped down, spreading out her wings, and lifted her talons to catch the quaffle. She caught it, but she was shoved back from the momentum, and slammed into the hoop.

"Gylfie!" Hedwig called. She flew over. "Gylfie, are you alright?"

Gylfie nodded. She could tell she didn't look alright, so she added, "Just . . . got the breathe . . . knocked out of me."

"Well I think that was great." Thorsum complimented.

Gylfie offered a weak smile. Then she tossed the quaffle to an owl on her team and it began again. Gylfie flew back up to guarding the hoop and watching the game. Hedwig wasn't bad, she snatched the quaffle from Gylfie's team mate, only to drop it to avoid a bludger. A short eared owl hit the bludger away. And it continued this way for a while. In the end, Hedwig's team won, because they had the barn owl seeker.

The owls all flew towards each other once it was over. "Woo!" Gylfie cheered. "Can we do it again?"

Larsome shook his head. "Afraid not. The Others will be showing up to see the real game any minute."

Gylfie looked up. Sure enough, it was getting late. Cron had flown out. "Well then, let's stick around. I kind of want to see how the Others play this game."

(Sorry if a spelled some of the things wrong.)