A/N: Written for the Setting Boot Camp for setting: the Quidditch Pitch and prompt: 019 – December.
The Quidditch Pitch
Drabble 13: A Christmas Tree Makes for a Good Target
Somehow, it was odd, and intoxicant inviting, to see a Christmas tree lying on the middle of the Quidditch Pitch.
It probably wasn't intentional, but Sirius was tempted to grab his broom and beater bat and see how many Bludgers he could whack at the boroughs before the groundskeeper caught him. It would be well worth the detention, probably scrubbing the infirmary pans or writing lines or one of the more disturbing punishments that were the causes of several outrages in Hogwart's Muggle Population.
It was tempting, particularly as James was watching him with an equally eager grin.
'Up for it Pads?'
'Need I remind you who the resident Beater is?'
James, chuckling, tossed him the keys. 'Go fetch then pup.'
'Hmmph, just because you're the Captain this year…'
'Well, what can I say? I'm just that good-looking.'
'Then why haven't you got Evans yet?'
James' mood quickly plummeted. 'I'm working on that,' he said. He was soon brought around by the wild Bludgers though, hit happily by Sirius as he whacked a little more haphazardly at the black balls (being a Chaser, he didn't have a whole lot of experience at hitting). And, when an angry McGonagall caught them and dragged them into her office, they had to admit the essays they were assigned were well worth it.
Their one-match ban on the other hand was not, but at least it was against Hufflepuff.