Chapter 30
Pulling the Ol' Switcheroo
Meagan grinned as fierce joy leapt inside her. The Firebolt II was amazing! Here... There... No, over there! The wind whipped her hair as she flew about the Quidditch field. "THIS IS AWESOME!" She yelled diving. "DON'T CRASH!" Harry yelled in reply as she hurtled towards the ground. "I won't, I won't, don't get your pants in a bunch!" Meagan replied, pulling up so that her feet skimmed the grass.
Harry sighed, shook his head, and dived also, though he didn't come as close as Meagan had come to hitting the ground. He came down about an inch off the ground. "I can't wait for the Quidditch match tomorrow." Said Harry, grinning.
Meagan then looked up at him with pleading eyes. "Can I be the Seeker next match?" She asked. "Yea- WHAT?" He asked, shocked at what was just asked of him.
"Okay, I'll repeat it slower, Can-I-be-the-Seeker-next-match?"
"B-but why?"
"I haven't been Seeker for years. Can I? For just this match? Please?"
"Fine, but only for this match." Harry said. Meagan jumped up and down then kissed him. "Thank you!" She said, then ran away singing, "Malfoy Got Run Over by A Reindeer."
~*~
Meagan stood in her Quidditch gear, ready for the match. She flexed her arm muscles. "And here they are!" Shouted Hermione, the new Quidditch commentator. "The Gryffindor Quidditch team: Potter! Potter! Weasley! Weasley! Finnigan! Satis! Satis! And the Slytherin team: Malfoy! Crabbe! Goyle! Parkinson! Bulstrode! Bret! Hanson!" Hermione shouted.
The players flew out onto the field. News that Meagan was to be Seeker at this match had spread quite quickly. The Gryffindors were applauding loudly. "GO MEAGAN! GO HARRY! GO RON!" Shouted Lupin, standing on his seat again. Sirius, quite irritably, pulled him down. "Remember what happened the last time you stood on your seat?" Sirius hissed. Lupin went red and sat down.
"Now, I want a nice game, all of you." Said Madame Hooch. Meagan spotted Malfoy leering at her from behind. "Now, on my whistle, three... two... one..." There was one, quavering blast from the whistle and the game leaped into action.
Ron pelted a Bludger at Malfoy's face the moment the game had begun. However, Crabbe got it in the face as he flew stupidly around. Ginny, it turned out, was an excellent Chaser. She got it past Millicent Bulstrode easily. Harry, not used to the Quaffle, fumbled about with it clumsily. However, he got a few goals.
Ridere was a great Keeper. "As good as Wood." Harry put it afterwards making Meagan laugh at the two rhyming words. Ferre, though, was the third best Beater Gryffindor had ever had (The Weasley twins were, by far, the best). She pelted a Bludger at Malfoy and this one hit him. He almost fell off his broom.
Meagan, laughing, flew past him singing "Malfoy Got Run Over By A Reindeer." He turned pink and wiped his bloody nose fiercely.
The match continued on as it normally does. Then, the Firebolt II gave a wild jerk. Meagan, thinking it the wind since that day was a very windy day, continued on. It gave another wild jerk that almost dismounted her. Her eyes became wide and yellow.
In the stands, Marykate saw what was going on. She looked around the stands and saw no one that was doing it. Then, it hit her... Literally. Something stuck her across the face. She looked around wildly and saw no one there. "There is nothing you can do to save Meagan now!" Laughed Cate's voice. Then there was another slap to her face and the voice was gone.
Marykate ran down the Ravenclaw stands wildly. She had to get to Michael. He was the only one that could stop it now.
The broom gave another wild jerk. Meagan flew off the front of her broom. She gasped and hung on with bother her hands. She squeezed her eyes shut. The broom gave another attempt to free her grip. She was thrown forcefully upward and then dangled off the broom with one hand.
"Michael! Do something!" Marykate panted as she reached Michael. It appeared that he was already doing something for his hands were raised and he was muttering under his breath. It did nothing.
Then, the broom gave another buck to release Meagan's grip. This time, it worked. Meagan screamed. She fell through the air. Two hundred feet... One hundred feet... Fifty feet... The broom also fell after her, as though released by a giant grip. Her eyes were orange with fear. She saw Harry go into a dive. "Harry!" She shrieked. She was only ten feet from the ground. Her eyes became wide at the ground that was rushing towards her. She lost sight of Harry. She closed her eyes and waited for the crash... Only five feet left now... Any minute... Any second... Then-
She fell into someone's arms. She looked up and saw Harry. She quickly reached out her hand for the now un-jinxed broom. She kissed Harry briefly and jumped onto her broom. She spiraled upward. Then, below her, she saw Malfoy diving. She dived. The Firebolt II easily caught up with the Nimbus Two Thousand One. In a matter of seconds, they were neck-to-neck. The tiny golden ball hovered only inches away from them. The ground was coming closer...
Malfoy pulled up so as to not hit the ground. Meagan, her eyes narrowed, her hair being whipped back by the strong wind, caught the snitch. Without having time to pull up, she hit the ground with a sickening crack. She raised her dirty hand triumphantly. "We won." She said thickly, and fainted.
~*~
Cate grinned. Even though her plan of throwing Meagan off her broomstick had failed, Meagan had still crashed anyway. Her brown eyes gleamed as she saw the crumpled Meagan lying in a heap on the Quidditch field. Cate laughed triumphantly. "Who has the last laugh now, Meagan?" She asked.
Pulling the Ol' Switcheroo
Meagan grinned as fierce joy leapt inside her. The Firebolt II was amazing! Here... There... No, over there! The wind whipped her hair as she flew about the Quidditch field. "THIS IS AWESOME!" She yelled diving. "DON'T CRASH!" Harry yelled in reply as she hurtled towards the ground. "I won't, I won't, don't get your pants in a bunch!" Meagan replied, pulling up so that her feet skimmed the grass.
Harry sighed, shook his head, and dived also, though he didn't come as close as Meagan had come to hitting the ground. He came down about an inch off the ground. "I can't wait for the Quidditch match tomorrow." Said Harry, grinning.
Meagan then looked up at him with pleading eyes. "Can I be the Seeker next match?" She asked. "Yea- WHAT?" He asked, shocked at what was just asked of him.
"Okay, I'll repeat it slower, Can-I-be-the-Seeker-next-match?"
"B-but why?"
"I haven't been Seeker for years. Can I? For just this match? Please?"
"Fine, but only for this match." Harry said. Meagan jumped up and down then kissed him. "Thank you!" She said, then ran away singing, "Malfoy Got Run Over by A Reindeer."
~*~
Meagan stood in her Quidditch gear, ready for the match. She flexed her arm muscles. "And here they are!" Shouted Hermione, the new Quidditch commentator. "The Gryffindor Quidditch team: Potter! Potter! Weasley! Weasley! Finnigan! Satis! Satis! And the Slytherin team: Malfoy! Crabbe! Goyle! Parkinson! Bulstrode! Bret! Hanson!" Hermione shouted.
The players flew out onto the field. News that Meagan was to be Seeker at this match had spread quite quickly. The Gryffindors were applauding loudly. "GO MEAGAN! GO HARRY! GO RON!" Shouted Lupin, standing on his seat again. Sirius, quite irritably, pulled him down. "Remember what happened the last time you stood on your seat?" Sirius hissed. Lupin went red and sat down.
"Now, I want a nice game, all of you." Said Madame Hooch. Meagan spotted Malfoy leering at her from behind. "Now, on my whistle, three... two... one..." There was one, quavering blast from the whistle and the game leaped into action.
Ron pelted a Bludger at Malfoy's face the moment the game had begun. However, Crabbe got it in the face as he flew stupidly around. Ginny, it turned out, was an excellent Chaser. She got it past Millicent Bulstrode easily. Harry, not used to the Quaffle, fumbled about with it clumsily. However, he got a few goals.
Ridere was a great Keeper. "As good as Wood." Harry put it afterwards making Meagan laugh at the two rhyming words. Ferre, though, was the third best Beater Gryffindor had ever had (The Weasley twins were, by far, the best). She pelted a Bludger at Malfoy and this one hit him. He almost fell off his broom.
Meagan, laughing, flew past him singing "Malfoy Got Run Over By A Reindeer." He turned pink and wiped his bloody nose fiercely.
The match continued on as it normally does. Then, the Firebolt II gave a wild jerk. Meagan, thinking it the wind since that day was a very windy day, continued on. It gave another wild jerk that almost dismounted her. Her eyes became wide and yellow.
In the stands, Marykate saw what was going on. She looked around the stands and saw no one that was doing it. Then, it hit her... Literally. Something stuck her across the face. She looked around wildly and saw no one there. "There is nothing you can do to save Meagan now!" Laughed Cate's voice. Then there was another slap to her face and the voice was gone.
Marykate ran down the Ravenclaw stands wildly. She had to get to Michael. He was the only one that could stop it now.
The broom gave another wild jerk. Meagan flew off the front of her broom. She gasped and hung on with bother her hands. She squeezed her eyes shut. The broom gave another attempt to free her grip. She was thrown forcefully upward and then dangled off the broom with one hand.
"Michael! Do something!" Marykate panted as she reached Michael. It appeared that he was already doing something for his hands were raised and he was muttering under his breath. It did nothing.
Then, the broom gave another buck to release Meagan's grip. This time, it worked. Meagan screamed. She fell through the air. Two hundred feet... One hundred feet... Fifty feet... The broom also fell after her, as though released by a giant grip. Her eyes were orange with fear. She saw Harry go into a dive. "Harry!" She shrieked. She was only ten feet from the ground. Her eyes became wide at the ground that was rushing towards her. She lost sight of Harry. She closed her eyes and waited for the crash... Only five feet left now... Any minute... Any second... Then-
She fell into someone's arms. She looked up and saw Harry. She quickly reached out her hand for the now un-jinxed broom. She kissed Harry briefly and jumped onto her broom. She spiraled upward. Then, below her, she saw Malfoy diving. She dived. The Firebolt II easily caught up with the Nimbus Two Thousand One. In a matter of seconds, they were neck-to-neck. The tiny golden ball hovered only inches away from them. The ground was coming closer...
Malfoy pulled up so as to not hit the ground. Meagan, her eyes narrowed, her hair being whipped back by the strong wind, caught the snitch. Without having time to pull up, she hit the ground with a sickening crack. She raised her dirty hand triumphantly. "We won." She said thickly, and fainted.
~*~
Cate grinned. Even though her plan of throwing Meagan off her broomstick had failed, Meagan had still crashed anyway. Her brown eyes gleamed as she saw the crumpled Meagan lying in a heap on the Quidditch field. Cate laughed triumphantly. "Who has the last laugh now, Meagan?" She asked.