Magus sat in the commentary box on the pitch, eating a cheese sandwich. It
was an hour away from the first game of the season, Griffindor against
Slytherin. It had been an exiting month. Ever since he had met Lee Jordan.
However, Lee was unable to comment today, due to an injury. So for the
first game of the season, Magus was flying solo.
Harry came walking onto the stand. Magus wasn't speaking to Harry at the moment, because they had both broken the same rule but Harry ended up with the spot on the team. Magus nodded to Harry. "'Lo, Harry. You're playing today. Better get going."
Harry shook his head. "Magus, I was sure we were both going to be expelled. I didn't know I would become seeker, honestly, Magus."
Magus grunted. His pride was very strong at times, and he didn't like Harry making it seem like he was the petty one. "Right. Well, Harry. You can't blame me. Honestly, you're even being lazy. Get on the pitch, man."
Harry nodded unhappily. "Ok."
Magus watched Harry leaving, wishing he could say he was sorry, but he was too proud. He sighed and stood up, getting inside the box. Oliver wood, in full uniform, came up to see him.
Oliver looked puzzled. "Where's Lee?"
Magus sighed. "Hospital wing, I'm flying solo."
Oliver nodded. "Eh, the teachers are coming. Good luck, Magus!"
Magus nodded. "Win this for us, Wood!"
As Oliver left the box, The headmaster, Hagrid, and Minerva Mcgonagall came into the box. Mcgonagall nodded to Magus. "Ready?"
Magus laughed. "I've been ready for a month."
The stadium was soon packed with students, and the players came onto the pitch. Madam Hooch tossed the quaffle, and…
"THEY'RE OFF!" Magus yelled. "Angelina Johnson has the quaffle, maneuvering with excellent control. Her broomstick is a Nimbus 1000; she just got it for her birthday. A fine broom it is too, as she demonstrates by spinning through these Slytherins as if they were nothing, she heads towards the goal, and she dives for it… FOUL! That was a disgusting Fu- umm…bloody foul by Gregory Hamilton of Slytherin, and Griffindor gets a penalty shot. GOAL!"
The game was progressing at quite a speed, Magus soon found himself out of breath.
"What's that! The snitch is by Marcus' ear!" The Slytherin grabbed for it, finding only air, as the snitch was actually in a nice little orbit around Wood's head.
Magus laughed. "My mistake, it was just his new earring. What's this? Harry Potter is headed straight for the Griffindor keeper!"
Sure enough, Harry had spotted the snitch's orbit, and he was going straight for it. He cught it just in time, and was waiting for the announcement of their victory.
Magus, however, was focused on something large in the sky.
He squeaked and yelled. "CLEAR THE PITCH!" As 5 dragons came flying down into the middle of the game.
Harry came walking onto the stand. Magus wasn't speaking to Harry at the moment, because they had both broken the same rule but Harry ended up with the spot on the team. Magus nodded to Harry. "'Lo, Harry. You're playing today. Better get going."
Harry shook his head. "Magus, I was sure we were both going to be expelled. I didn't know I would become seeker, honestly, Magus."
Magus grunted. His pride was very strong at times, and he didn't like Harry making it seem like he was the petty one. "Right. Well, Harry. You can't blame me. Honestly, you're even being lazy. Get on the pitch, man."
Harry nodded unhappily. "Ok."
Magus watched Harry leaving, wishing he could say he was sorry, but he was too proud. He sighed and stood up, getting inside the box. Oliver wood, in full uniform, came up to see him.
Oliver looked puzzled. "Where's Lee?"
Magus sighed. "Hospital wing, I'm flying solo."
Oliver nodded. "Eh, the teachers are coming. Good luck, Magus!"
Magus nodded. "Win this for us, Wood!"
As Oliver left the box, The headmaster, Hagrid, and Minerva Mcgonagall came into the box. Mcgonagall nodded to Magus. "Ready?"
Magus laughed. "I've been ready for a month."
The stadium was soon packed with students, and the players came onto the pitch. Madam Hooch tossed the quaffle, and…
"THEY'RE OFF!" Magus yelled. "Angelina Johnson has the quaffle, maneuvering with excellent control. Her broomstick is a Nimbus 1000; she just got it for her birthday. A fine broom it is too, as she demonstrates by spinning through these Slytherins as if they were nothing, she heads towards the goal, and she dives for it… FOUL! That was a disgusting Fu- umm…bloody foul by Gregory Hamilton of Slytherin, and Griffindor gets a penalty shot. GOAL!"
The game was progressing at quite a speed, Magus soon found himself out of breath.
"What's that! The snitch is by Marcus' ear!" The Slytherin grabbed for it, finding only air, as the snitch was actually in a nice little orbit around Wood's head.
Magus laughed. "My mistake, it was just his new earring. What's this? Harry Potter is headed straight for the Griffindor keeper!"
Sure enough, Harry had spotted the snitch's orbit, and he was going straight for it. He cught it just in time, and was waiting for the announcement of their victory.
Magus, however, was focused on something large in the sky.
He squeaked and yelled. "CLEAR THE PITCH!" As 5 dragons came flying down into the middle of the game.