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Chapter 14: the best Quidditch match
Karista slowly walked out to the quidditch pitch. The sun was smiling over the glimmering post and stands in the distance.
"I'm playing this one for you," karista said hazily to herself, looking up at the light clouds moving across the sky. Off in the distance she could make out the rest of her team coming towards her. She headed down into the locker rooms and started to change. "I am doing all this because you would have wanted me to Auntie."
***
"And now, welcome to the field the Gryffindor Lions!" Bellowed commentator/prankster Jordan Lee into the microphone to enormous applause and shouts. "R. Weasley- keeper, F and G Weasley- beaters, Flannigan, Spinnet and Johnson-chasers aaaannnnddd POTTER! SEEKER!"
The stands were almost going to come unglued as the 7 players zoomed around the stadium. Harry was relieved to see that Karista had on her same mischievous smile and was racing Harry around the field; he obviously beat her.
"Alright team," Harry said as they all had thudded onto the ground at the same time. "I wanna see you kick their asses!"
"YEAHH!" bellowed Fred and George, throwing their new brooms into the air. They had gotten nimbus 2001's from the money their pranks had gotten them. They had also promised the rest of the team (except Harry and Karista) new brooms.
"Let's get em!" Karista shouted, glaring at the Slytherins who were crossing the field.
"Captains, come forward and shake hands," Madame Hooch chortled, holding the large crate in her arms. Malfoy stepped forward.
"Eat dirt, Potter," he spoke, the roar from the crowd deafening.
"In your dreams, Malfoy," harry said, trudging away.
"Kick off!" Madame Hooch yelled as she kicked open the crate and the different balls soared into the air. Harry immediately went above the action, Malfoy hot on his trail.
"Spinnet in possession-Flannigan-Johnson…watch that bludger there, Karista- Flannigan…goal posts coming nearer-"
Karista had the chaser in a death grip. The keeper, a burly 7th year, was grinning maliciously at her. She ducked her head just as George zoomed over her. She threw her arm back and snapped the quaffle at the posts.
"FLANNIGAN SCORES! 10-0 Gryffindor!" Jordan Bellowed, McGonagall yelling her approval.
Harry, who had been soaring around the match, thought he saw the snitch, but it was Angelina's earrings. He was watching as Karista picked up the quaffle and dodge a bludger when he realized that Malfoy was watching her. He had an idea.
"Time out!" harry called, as he sped towards the ground.
"We're up, Harry! 60-0, Flannigan is killing them!" Fred shouted happily, wondering what Harry was up to.
"I've had an idea. Malfoy is on my tail, yet he keeps watching Karista. I think we can work this out. Can you two score on top of the slytherin keeper alone?" Harry asked, looking straight at Angelina and Alicia.
"Yeah, he is so easy!" Alicia shouted a bit over enthusiastically.
"Alright then. Karista, you glance at me every few seconds. When I give you a peace sign, you go up and talk to Malfoy, distract him. I will do that when I spot the snitch…this will not only make Malfoy look like an idiot, it will also give me a head start on the snitch…not like I need it, okay?" Harry said, a smile on his face.
"Will do," Karista smiled mischieviously, kicking off hard and taking the quaffle in her hands.
"Alright, back to the game…Flannigan in possession-Spinnet-Johnson…Spectacular hit by George Weasley…maybe Fred…one of the two…Oh dear! Harry's in a dive!"
Harry had taken a steep dive straight to the ground. Malfoy, thinking he could catch up, followed, gaining on him. Right before Harry had hit the floor, he pulled up, leaving Malfoy to crash terribly into the ground.
"THE WRONSKI FEINT! FLAWLESS!" Jordan screamed amidst the howls of laughter from ¾ of the stands.
Malfoy was back in the air, looking a bit shaken up.
"80-0," Jordan bellowed. Karista suddenly looked up and saw Harry give the peace sign. She saw Malfoy and flew over.
"Pleasure seeing you up here," Karista murmured, batting her eyes.
"Why, Karista…its…um nice to see you too," Malfoy said, a grin appearing on his face.
"I must say, it was rather rude of me a while back not to accept your apology. Forgive me?" She murmured playfully, pretending to flick a piece of dust of his chest.
"Yeah, sure…um…yeah," Malfoy stuttered, overwhelmed with love. Suddenly, a sharp whistle pierced the air.
"GRYFFINDOR WINS! 230-0! THE WORST SMASHING OF SLYTHERIN IN THE HISTORY OF THE SCHOOL!" Jordan shrieked as he and professor McGonagall danced around the top box. Snape, who had turned purple, now shook his finger at Malfoy.
"Wha-wha?" Malfoy stuttered, looking around.
"You know, maybe you should pay more attention to the game rather than pretty girls on Firebolts," Karista said, shaking with laughter. She sped to the red ground. People were flocking form all over the place to congratulate the team.
"RON! EXCELLENT! NOT A POINT!" Fred and George bellowed, hugging their brother so tightly that his hair stood on his head.
"Ron, excellent job!" Hermione said, kissing Ron on the lips.
His ears and nose turned pink as he tried to hide the redness on his face.
"KARISTA! KARISTA!" Harry said laughing. "DID YOU SEE THE LOOK ON HIS FACE?"
Karista was grinning from ear to ear, laughing also.
"That," Karista said, a tear rolling down her cheek. "That was all for my family."
Harry grabbed her into a hug.
"You are the best chaser I've ever see-," professor McGonagall was looking down at her, a big smile on her face. "You could compete with Potter's father, you know?"
Harry laughed as Karista blushed furiously. The crowd parted slightly to see Snape cursing Malfoy furiously, removing the captain button from Malfoy's robes. The team looked like they were about to hang him.
"The cups in the bag…" Harry murmured in Karista's ear.
"I know," Karista murmured back, releasing her hug.
"This is quite possibly the best match we have ever had," harry said, his team and himself walking off the field amid gales of applause and cheers.
***
"I have a guitar and a music box for entertainment," Karista smiled through the crowd in the Gryffindor common room. Fred had just come back from the kitchens while George went to Hogsmeade and gotten bags of sweets. The room was full of maroon and gold stars and everyone was waiting for Karista and the music.
"Okay, this is muggle music," she muttered, hitting the play button. Immediately, Sugar Ray started belting out a song. The crowd loved it. They all started dancing a singing along. Even Karista, Harry, Ron and Hermione were dancing, that is, on the table.
"I haven't had this much fun in a long time," Karista yelled, jumping down off the table. The music had stopped and everyone was waiting.
"Sing us something," Fred and George said, piling for things onto another table.
"Yeah Karista!" Hermione said, clutching Ron closer.
"Slow or fast?" she mumbled, taking out her guitar.
"Funny Fast," Harry said.
"Okay fine," karista said, thinking for a moment. "Here it goes…it's a song by Weezer."
Fred and George snorted with laughter at the name of the band.
"I'm me
Me be
Goddamn
I am
I can
Sing and
Here me
Know me
If you want to destroy my sweater
Hold this thread as I walk away
Oh no
It go
It gone
Bye-Bye
Who I
I think
I sink
and I die
If you want to destroy my sweater
Hold this thread as I walk away
Watch me unravel I'll soon be naked
Lying on the floor, I've come undone
If you want to destroy my sweater
[I don't want to destroy your tank-top]
Hold this thread as I walk away
[Let's be friends and just walk away]
Watch me unravel I'll soon be naked
[Hate to see you lyin' there in your Superman skivvies]
Lying on the floor, I've come undone
[Lying on the floor, I've come undone]
At the end of the song, everyone laughed. They had all been singing it, and couldn't control themselves.
"More! More!" Fred and Angelina bellowed, who had been singing the loudest.
"Alright, here is a slower song then," She said, taking the guitar back into her arms.
So I looked in your direction,
But you paid me no attention, do you.
I know you don't listen to me.
'cause you say you see straight me, don't you.
On and on from the moment I wake,
To the moment I sleep,
I'll be there by your side,
Just you try and stop me,
I'll be waiting in line,
Just to see if you care.
Did she want me to change?
But I change for good.
And I want you to know.
But you always get your way,
I wanted to say,
(Chorus)
Don't you shiver? Shiver, Shiver
I'll always be waiting for you,
So you know how much I need ya,
But you never even see me, do you?
And this is my final chance of getting you.
On and on from the moment I wake....
Did she want me to change?...
(Chorus)
Sing it loud and clear.
I'll always be waiting for you. (x3)
Yeah I'll always be waiting for you.
And it's you I see, but you don't see me.
And it's you I hear, so loud and clear.
I sing it loud and clear.
And I'll always be waiting for you,.
So I look in your direction,
But you pay me no attention,
And you know how much I need you,
But you never even seen me.
The whole common room started clapping loudly as she finished the song.
"That was so good!" Parvati Squealed, holding onto Seamus's hand once Karista had finished. Many people had been dancing. Harry had been watching her the whole time, a look of admiration glazed upon his face.
"Excellent!" Fred bellowed, quickly showing discuss as George had just kissed Alicia.
"Thanks," Karista muttered, blushing furiously. At least they enjoyed it, she said to herself, placing her guitar in its case. It was late at night, and therefore she needed to sleep, not to mention Professor McGonagall had already come in and listened to the song, quickly making her even more embarrassed at her voice.
"I'm off to bed," Karista announced to Harry, Ron and Hermione, as they were the only ones left in the common room.
"Alright. Excellent job, Karista," Harry said, his eyes sparkling.
"Yeah, Karista. For a second there, I thought you didn't get at Malfoy."
She simply smiled and toted her guitar and music box up the stairs. She put them away and crawled into bed, where she sat gazing at the stars on her poster that was hanging on the canopy of her bed. With one last smile, she turned over and fell asleep.
"NO! I refuse to let you do magic! I absolutely refuse!" Her father bellowed, shaking the windowpanes on her house.
"Mother would have wanted me to! You said so yourself!" She shrieked back, shaking with anger. They were in her father's office at their house in New York, back when she was 10. A week before, a letter had come by owl from the New York Wizarding Institute, requesting her presence at the school. The incident played out vividly before her, as she had had this dream many times since the actual event. In the end, all that was left was broken glass and a cut above her eye from where it had hit.
"HOW DARE YOU BRING YOUR MOTHER INTO THIS!" her father screamed, picking up the glass object and throwing it at her. She ducked, luckily missing the figurine as it smashed into the wall behind her. "SHE WOULD HAVE BEEN DISGRACED!"
"NO! She would have been disgraced at YOU for hiding everything from ME!" Karista screamed back, her face still turning redder the madder she got.
SLAP. "HOW DARE YOU! LEAVE! GO! UP TO YOUR ROOM!" Her father yelled, stalking back over towards his desk. The cut above her eye she had just received was bleeding uncontrollably. Her father's engagement ring had cut her. Figures the 15-½ year old watcher muttered to herself, as she watched the younger version run off. It will never end, Karista muttered out loud, then rolled over and fell asleep. She wasn't strong, her mother was. And it was a disappointment that she wasn't her mother.
Chapter 14: the best Quidditch match
Karista slowly walked out to the quidditch pitch. The sun was smiling over the glimmering post and stands in the distance.
"I'm playing this one for you," karista said hazily to herself, looking up at the light clouds moving across the sky. Off in the distance she could make out the rest of her team coming towards her. She headed down into the locker rooms and started to change. "I am doing all this because you would have wanted me to Auntie."
***
"And now, welcome to the field the Gryffindor Lions!" Bellowed commentator/prankster Jordan Lee into the microphone to enormous applause and shouts. "R. Weasley- keeper, F and G Weasley- beaters, Flannigan, Spinnet and Johnson-chasers aaaannnnddd POTTER! SEEKER!"
The stands were almost going to come unglued as the 7 players zoomed around the stadium. Harry was relieved to see that Karista had on her same mischievous smile and was racing Harry around the field; he obviously beat her.
"Alright team," Harry said as they all had thudded onto the ground at the same time. "I wanna see you kick their asses!"
"YEAHH!" bellowed Fred and George, throwing their new brooms into the air. They had gotten nimbus 2001's from the money their pranks had gotten them. They had also promised the rest of the team (except Harry and Karista) new brooms.
"Let's get em!" Karista shouted, glaring at the Slytherins who were crossing the field.
"Captains, come forward and shake hands," Madame Hooch chortled, holding the large crate in her arms. Malfoy stepped forward.
"Eat dirt, Potter," he spoke, the roar from the crowd deafening.
"In your dreams, Malfoy," harry said, trudging away.
"Kick off!" Madame Hooch yelled as she kicked open the crate and the different balls soared into the air. Harry immediately went above the action, Malfoy hot on his trail.
"Spinnet in possession-Flannigan-Johnson…watch that bludger there, Karista- Flannigan…goal posts coming nearer-"
Karista had the chaser in a death grip. The keeper, a burly 7th year, was grinning maliciously at her. She ducked her head just as George zoomed over her. She threw her arm back and snapped the quaffle at the posts.
"FLANNIGAN SCORES! 10-0 Gryffindor!" Jordan Bellowed, McGonagall yelling her approval.
Harry, who had been soaring around the match, thought he saw the snitch, but it was Angelina's earrings. He was watching as Karista picked up the quaffle and dodge a bludger when he realized that Malfoy was watching her. He had an idea.
"Time out!" harry called, as he sped towards the ground.
"We're up, Harry! 60-0, Flannigan is killing them!" Fred shouted happily, wondering what Harry was up to.
"I've had an idea. Malfoy is on my tail, yet he keeps watching Karista. I think we can work this out. Can you two score on top of the slytherin keeper alone?" Harry asked, looking straight at Angelina and Alicia.
"Yeah, he is so easy!" Alicia shouted a bit over enthusiastically.
"Alright then. Karista, you glance at me every few seconds. When I give you a peace sign, you go up and talk to Malfoy, distract him. I will do that when I spot the snitch…this will not only make Malfoy look like an idiot, it will also give me a head start on the snitch…not like I need it, okay?" Harry said, a smile on his face.
"Will do," Karista smiled mischieviously, kicking off hard and taking the quaffle in her hands.
"Alright, back to the game…Flannigan in possession-Spinnet-Johnson…Spectacular hit by George Weasley…maybe Fred…one of the two…Oh dear! Harry's in a dive!"
Harry had taken a steep dive straight to the ground. Malfoy, thinking he could catch up, followed, gaining on him. Right before Harry had hit the floor, he pulled up, leaving Malfoy to crash terribly into the ground.
"THE WRONSKI FEINT! FLAWLESS!" Jordan screamed amidst the howls of laughter from ¾ of the stands.
Malfoy was back in the air, looking a bit shaken up.
"80-0," Jordan bellowed. Karista suddenly looked up and saw Harry give the peace sign. She saw Malfoy and flew over.
"Pleasure seeing you up here," Karista murmured, batting her eyes.
"Why, Karista…its…um nice to see you too," Malfoy said, a grin appearing on his face.
"I must say, it was rather rude of me a while back not to accept your apology. Forgive me?" She murmured playfully, pretending to flick a piece of dust of his chest.
"Yeah, sure…um…yeah," Malfoy stuttered, overwhelmed with love. Suddenly, a sharp whistle pierced the air.
"GRYFFINDOR WINS! 230-0! THE WORST SMASHING OF SLYTHERIN IN THE HISTORY OF THE SCHOOL!" Jordan shrieked as he and professor McGonagall danced around the top box. Snape, who had turned purple, now shook his finger at Malfoy.
"Wha-wha?" Malfoy stuttered, looking around.
"You know, maybe you should pay more attention to the game rather than pretty girls on Firebolts," Karista said, shaking with laughter. She sped to the red ground. People were flocking form all over the place to congratulate the team.
"RON! EXCELLENT! NOT A POINT!" Fred and George bellowed, hugging their brother so tightly that his hair stood on his head.
"Ron, excellent job!" Hermione said, kissing Ron on the lips.
His ears and nose turned pink as he tried to hide the redness on his face.
"KARISTA! KARISTA!" Harry said laughing. "DID YOU SEE THE LOOK ON HIS FACE?"
Karista was grinning from ear to ear, laughing also.
"That," Karista said, a tear rolling down her cheek. "That was all for my family."
Harry grabbed her into a hug.
"You are the best chaser I've ever see-," professor McGonagall was looking down at her, a big smile on her face. "You could compete with Potter's father, you know?"
Harry laughed as Karista blushed furiously. The crowd parted slightly to see Snape cursing Malfoy furiously, removing the captain button from Malfoy's robes. The team looked like they were about to hang him.
"The cups in the bag…" Harry murmured in Karista's ear.
"I know," Karista murmured back, releasing her hug.
"This is quite possibly the best match we have ever had," harry said, his team and himself walking off the field amid gales of applause and cheers.
***
"I have a guitar and a music box for entertainment," Karista smiled through the crowd in the Gryffindor common room. Fred had just come back from the kitchens while George went to Hogsmeade and gotten bags of sweets. The room was full of maroon and gold stars and everyone was waiting for Karista and the music.
"Okay, this is muggle music," she muttered, hitting the play button. Immediately, Sugar Ray started belting out a song. The crowd loved it. They all started dancing a singing along. Even Karista, Harry, Ron and Hermione were dancing, that is, on the table.
"I haven't had this much fun in a long time," Karista yelled, jumping down off the table. The music had stopped and everyone was waiting.
"Sing us something," Fred and George said, piling for things onto another table.
"Yeah Karista!" Hermione said, clutching Ron closer.
"Slow or fast?" she mumbled, taking out her guitar.
"Funny Fast," Harry said.
"Okay fine," karista said, thinking for a moment. "Here it goes…it's a song by Weezer."
Fred and George snorted with laughter at the name of the band.
"I'm me
Me be
Goddamn
I am
I can
Sing and
Here me
Know me
If you want to destroy my sweater
Hold this thread as I walk away
Oh no
It go
It gone
Bye-Bye
Who I
I think
I sink
and I die
If you want to destroy my sweater
Hold this thread as I walk away
Watch me unravel I'll soon be naked
Lying on the floor, I've come undone
If you want to destroy my sweater
[I don't want to destroy your tank-top]
Hold this thread as I walk away
[Let's be friends and just walk away]
Watch me unravel I'll soon be naked
[Hate to see you lyin' there in your Superman skivvies]
Lying on the floor, I've come undone
[Lying on the floor, I've come undone]
At the end of the song, everyone laughed. They had all been singing it, and couldn't control themselves.
"More! More!" Fred and Angelina bellowed, who had been singing the loudest.
"Alright, here is a slower song then," She said, taking the guitar back into her arms.
So I looked in your direction,
But you paid me no attention, do you.
I know you don't listen to me.
'cause you say you see straight me, don't you.
On and on from the moment I wake,
To the moment I sleep,
I'll be there by your side,
Just you try and stop me,
I'll be waiting in line,
Just to see if you care.
Did she want me to change?
But I change for good.
And I want you to know.
But you always get your way,
I wanted to say,
(Chorus)
Don't you shiver? Shiver, Shiver
I'll always be waiting for you,
So you know how much I need ya,
But you never even see me, do you?
And this is my final chance of getting you.
On and on from the moment I wake....
Did she want me to change?...
(Chorus)
Sing it loud and clear.
I'll always be waiting for you. (x3)
Yeah I'll always be waiting for you.
And it's you I see, but you don't see me.
And it's you I hear, so loud and clear.
I sing it loud and clear.
And I'll always be waiting for you,.
So I look in your direction,
But you pay me no attention,
And you know how much I need you,
But you never even seen me.
The whole common room started clapping loudly as she finished the song.
"That was so good!" Parvati Squealed, holding onto Seamus's hand once Karista had finished. Many people had been dancing. Harry had been watching her the whole time, a look of admiration glazed upon his face.
"Excellent!" Fred bellowed, quickly showing discuss as George had just kissed Alicia.
"Thanks," Karista muttered, blushing furiously. At least they enjoyed it, she said to herself, placing her guitar in its case. It was late at night, and therefore she needed to sleep, not to mention Professor McGonagall had already come in and listened to the song, quickly making her even more embarrassed at her voice.
"I'm off to bed," Karista announced to Harry, Ron and Hermione, as they were the only ones left in the common room.
"Alright. Excellent job, Karista," Harry said, his eyes sparkling.
"Yeah, Karista. For a second there, I thought you didn't get at Malfoy."
She simply smiled and toted her guitar and music box up the stairs. She put them away and crawled into bed, where she sat gazing at the stars on her poster that was hanging on the canopy of her bed. With one last smile, she turned over and fell asleep.
"NO! I refuse to let you do magic! I absolutely refuse!" Her father bellowed, shaking the windowpanes on her house.
"Mother would have wanted me to! You said so yourself!" She shrieked back, shaking with anger. They were in her father's office at their house in New York, back when she was 10. A week before, a letter had come by owl from the New York Wizarding Institute, requesting her presence at the school. The incident played out vividly before her, as she had had this dream many times since the actual event. In the end, all that was left was broken glass and a cut above her eye from where it had hit.
"HOW DARE YOU BRING YOUR MOTHER INTO THIS!" her father screamed, picking up the glass object and throwing it at her. She ducked, luckily missing the figurine as it smashed into the wall behind her. "SHE WOULD HAVE BEEN DISGRACED!"
"NO! She would have been disgraced at YOU for hiding everything from ME!" Karista screamed back, her face still turning redder the madder she got.
SLAP. "HOW DARE YOU! LEAVE! GO! UP TO YOUR ROOM!" Her father yelled, stalking back over towards his desk. The cut above her eye she had just received was bleeding uncontrollably. Her father's engagement ring had cut her. Figures the 15-½ year old watcher muttered to herself, as she watched the younger version run off. It will never end, Karista muttered out loud, then rolled over and fell asleep. She wasn't strong, her mother was. And it was a disappointment that she wasn't her mother.