Chapter 15 Quidditch
Cate walked up and down the room nervously. She didn't know why, but she was. She wasn't as round as a beach ball either.
There came a knock to the door and she looked up quickly. Bellum came in the living room, dressed as Sherlock Holmes with a pipe that blew bubbles. Cate stared. "Bellum, dear, why are you dressed so?" Cate asked, in an English accent she didn't usually use. She rubbed her throat and shook her head.
"I think you should answer the door, my dear Watson. And my name is Sherlock Homes, not Bellum or what ever funny name you have just said." Bellum said. Cate cocked her eyebrow at him and then, suddenly, realized she was dressed as an old English man. She was speechless. Her eyes troubled, she left to get the door. She clicked her fingers, as to change, but it didn't work.
She opened the door and there stood Meagan and Harry. Meagan was grinning and she looked as if she'd never been better. Cate wrinkled her nose. "Come in." She said snootily. She turned around and led them into the living room.
Harry saw Bellum and snarled, an angry look on his face. Bellum gave Harry an equal look of hatred. "What ever is the matter, Gordo?" Meagan asked. "Nothing, Lizzie." Harry replied, in an American accent. Cate's eyebrows shot up. Ethan? Lizzie? Those were the names in the popular children's TV series Lizzie McGuire.
This happening was startling Cate. Was she actually frightened? No, no, the word for it was startled. Was this actually happening?
Then, Harry and Bellum started to act like animals, barking at one another and snarling. They both started to foam at the mouth. Meagan put her head in her hands. "Here they go again…" she said.
They started to attack each other while Cate stood and watched in horror. "Bellum! No!" She screamed. Bellum didn't stop. "Sherlock Holmes! HEAL!" She bellowed. Bellum whimpered and hid behind the couch like a dog. Harry smiled triumphantly. He barked and began to rub himself against Meagan's legs.
"Cate… I love you!" Meagan exclaimed, coming up and hugging Cate. Cate looked at Meagan in horror and pure terror. She screamed.
~*~
Cate sat up abruptly. She was in bed. "Oh my god, what a dream." She murmured, rubbing her forehead. She felt along the scar on her forehead. She rubbed it and looked out the window, where the sun was just raising.
What she didn't know was that Meagan, too, was having a bizarre dream.
~*~
Meagan and Harry were dancing. Meagan had a long white dress on that was tight all thee way down to the waist, where it fluffed out like a wedding dress. She wasn't round either. She twirled around gracefully, grinning. Harry was the one twirling her, and he too was very graceful.
There was a spot light dancing and everything was normal… Except for the song. The song was, in fact, the Itsy-Bitsy Spider.
They danced to the song as if it were a fast, jazzy song. Meagan was puzzled. Why was she dancing to this? She swung around and landed on Harry, who looked as puzzled as she.
Suddenly, the room flooded with light. Meagan looked around as she heard people clapping. There sat Marykate, Ron, Cate, and Bellum. Marykate had her hair in a bun with a blouse, tie, and very short skirt on. Her legs were crossed and she was clapping politely.
How odd, Meagan thought, Mk would usually make a shrew remark. Ron was sitting there in an oddly polite fashion to, as were Cate and Bellum (much to Meagan's horror.) "Very good, Meagan." Cate said. Meagan looked at Cate in surprise. It was so surprising, in fact, Meagan woke up.
~*~
(A/N: Sorry people, I couldn't think of anything better!) Meagan sat up. She wiped her forehead and slipped out of bed. "What was that about?" She asked.
~*~
Crystal peered through the curtains of her window. It was late November and it was very cold. "SNOW!" She shouted, running around her dormitory. Hearing her shout, most of the girls in her dormitory woke up. Felicity threw a pillow at her.
"Its just snow." Mumbled Ginny, rolling over. "Shut the curtains!" Groaned Georgia. "Shut up!" Felicity moaned, taking another pillow and throwing it at Georgia. Georgia was suddenly wide-awake. She took the pillow Felicity had thrown at her and beat her over the head.
Felicity gave a howl and jumped out of bed, grabbing another pillow. She swung it at Georgia, missed, and hit Crystal. Crystal laughed and picked up another pillow. She hit Felicity in the side. Felicity shrieked in anger. She swung at Crystal, who ducked. It hit Ginny, who was still in bed with the covers pulled up over her head.
Ginny gave a muffled shout and fell out of bed. Trying to look angry (and failing) she took her own pillow and hit Georgia in the side. Georgia was knocked to the floor, laughing her head off.
Felicity could not find out how Crystal, Georgia, and Ginny found this amusing. "C'mon, Lissy!" Shouted Ginny. Felicity glared. No one but her friends and family called her that. Felicity swung the pillow at her. Hard.
Ginny, seeing how hard it was, quickly created a shield around herself, making the pillow off her harmlessly. Then, Felicity laughed. She couldn't help it. She just had to laugh. It felt good, too. It made her feel all tingly inside.
She gasped for breath and hit Crystal in the behind. Crystal fell, as she didn't have time enough to brace her legs. She fell and landed on Georgia. "Whoooooa!" They both shouted. There was a flurry of feathers as one of the pillows exploded. Crystal and Ginny looked at each other and burst into hysterical laughter.
Felicity swung at the two unexpected girls. Crystal ducked just in time, making it hit Ginny in the face.
Suddenly, the door to the dormitory burst open. Everything went quite. Professor McGonagall stood in the doorway, her face red and her lips drawn into a thin line.
"Uh-oh." Crystal said. Professor McGonagall stood there, abashed and outraged. "What do you think you were doing!?" She shrieked. "Pillow fight?" Crystal asked. This was not the thing McGonagall wanted to hear.
"Five points from Gryffindor!" She shouted, and left. Crystal wiped her forehead. "Not so bad." She said.
"Yeah, we're really l-." Felicity began to say, but then stopped as she saw the faint lightning bolt scar on Crystal's forehead. "What's that?" She asked, pointing to Crystal's forehead.
"Nothing." Crystal said, quickly pushing her bangs over her scar. Felicity suddenly realized who she talking to. She was shocked. Rubbing her own forehead, as if she had a headache, she stumbled down the stairs.
~*~
Crystal hummed to the song she was listening to. It was classical music. Everyone listened to it now. Even Felicity liked it. It was the "coolest thing."
She tapped her foot to the rhythm and sat back to relax. She loved listening to her music. She took a deep breath and sunk deeper into the couch that was currently located in the common room.
It was a Saturday and there was nothing to do…
'CRYSTAL CLAIR POTTER!' A voice said, breaking all her thoughts. "Gaaa!" Crystal shouted, falling off the couch. "C'mon, we have a Quidditch game." Fred said, trying to hold back an evil snicker.
"Ha, ha, FISHTALE." Crystal said. Fred wrinkled his nose and said no more.
Minutes later, Crystal was in the locker room. She had put on her robes, which were fuchsia/hot pink.
"I cannot believe you got us to wear pink." Brain said, ambling out of his locker room. Fred, looking as if he was about to be sick, ambled in after him. George followed, his ears bright pink. Bill's face was red.
Both Georgia and Ginny were both grinning. They took one look at the boys and burst into fits of hysterical laughter.
"And here comes Crystal's Crushers!" Shouted the announcer, Kevin Jordan, Lee Jordan's son.
"Black! Weasley! Weasley! Weasley! Weasley! Weasley! Aaaaand POTTER!" Shouted Kevin. The crowd screamed its approval as "Crystal's Crushers" flew onto the field.
"And here is the opposing team, the Slytherin Snakes!" Kevin shouted, his cheerful voice not so cheerful anymore.
"Blick! Malfoy! Flagnare! Crabbe! Goyle! Flint! Aaaaand… Pugnare!" Kevin shouted as the "Slytherin Snakes" flew onto the field.
The two teams flew around the field. "Be prepared to loose, Potter." Snarled Felicity. "Don't cry when we win." Crystal said, her eyes red. "Remember my mother and father have beaten your mother three times at the world cup." She said. "Well, my mother won twice." Felicity said.
"I've got genes that give me strong Quidditch skills. Both my parents were on the Gryffindor team, remember?" Crystal said, satisfied that Felicity's face was turning red.
A whistle blew and the two teams hovered above the ground. Cate opened the Quidditch ball box. "On my whistle." She said, putting a silver whistle to her lips. She released the balls and blew hard on the whistle.
Crystal hurtled into the sky, closely followed by Felicity. "Well, if you really don't think I could win, why, for the love of Quidditch, are you following me?" Crystal asked Felicity coolly. Felicity only smiled.
"And the game swings into action as Bill captures the Quaffle! Oooh! Nice Bludger work by Malicia Flagnare! It narrowly misses Bill Weasley and he drops the Quaffle! Slytherin Snakes in possession! And a Bludger comes out of nowhere, almost knocking Ariana Malfoy off her broom! Nice work, Fred! Or are you George? Anyway, the Crushers regain possession and…. If he can get past Hector Flint…! CRUSHERS SCORE! GREAT JOB " Kevin shouted, while the stands erupted.
Suddenly, Crystal went into a dive. Felicity, seeing this, dived after her. The two Lightnings that they rode were side by side. Crystal had a satisfied smirk on her face. She loosened her grip on her broom and slowed. Felicity sped into the lead, hurtling closer to the ground. "I'm gonna get the Snitch before you!" She shouted triumphantly. "What Snitch?" Crystal replied, pulling up.
Felicity's eyes became wide. Crystal had been Feinting! Felicity looked at the onrushing ground below her. She careened sideways and pulled up. Her leg hit the ground and there was a nasty cracking sound. Her eyes watered in pain as she pulled up and went in a zigzagging line across the field. She looked down at her leg and saw that it was sticking out at an odd angle. It was broken.
Crystal was proud of herself. It was the first time she had ever managed a Wronski Feint. She scanned the field. "And right now the score is 50-40, folks! The Chasers are getting murdered out there! The Seekers better get a move on if they don't want they're team to be murdered!" Kevin observed.
Felicity was still flying in a zigzag path across the Quidditch field. She was wincing in pain. She could barely see. There was one thing numb in her mind, though. Crystal was dead meat.
A flash of gold caught Crystal's attention. She whirled around and her eyes widened. Below her, just above Hector Flint's eyebrow, was the Snitch. She dived straight down. The Chasers stopped what they were doing to watch. Flint looked up, saw Crystal and the Snitch, and flew away just in time to escape Crystal.
Crystal's eyes were purple and sparkling. Her hair and robes were fanned out behind her. The fierce joy of the wind in her hair, the excitement of flight, and the glory of her dive was enough to keep her going no matter what. She went up and down, following the quick and nimble Snitch. She deftly rolled over, just missing Brian, who shouted, "Go Moonlight!"
She flew over Barry Crabbe and below Craig Goyle. Then, she saw with horror, the Snitch was headed towards Felicity. Crystal narrowed her eyes and flew as she had never flown before. She glowed in an aurora of soft, yellow light. Her magic surged into the broomstick, making it fly faster. She barley knew what she was doing. She could barley control the broomstick. She leaned forward and shot toward Felicity and the Snitch.
Felicity turned around and saw a beam of light darting straight at her. Felicity gave a yelp and careened out of Crystal's way. Crystal hurtled forward, her hand outstretched. Then, a Bludger flew out of nowhere. She rolled over on her broomstick, loosing sight of the Snitch.
"OOOH! Too bad there, Crystal! As I always say, try, try again! That was a great shot, Malicia!" Kevin shouted, "Although you could use a brush and some makeup! HAW, HAW!" Professor McGonagall glared at him, and he took one look at her. "Sorry, Professor, won't happen again, Professor," He said.
Malicia smiled satisfaction at Crystal. She had done her job. She flew away to try and stop Georgia from.
Crystal wiped her nose. Blood was pouring down from her broken nose that the Bludger had given her. She scowled and flew up high again to search for the Snitch.
Fred and George were as angry as Crystal was, and decided to show their feeling. She both flew up beside Malicia, who looked at the coolly. Suddenly, a Bludger swooped down their way. George swung the bat at it so hard his broomstick twirled around where he was. The Bludger hit Malicia in the arm, breaking it. She gave a howl and backed away.
Brian, meanwhile, was trying to save the Bludger with the one arm he had. He swung from side-to-side in a confused din as the Slytherin Snakes' Chasers scored left and right. His left arm was broken and he could barley so anything. Brian suddenly swung into the pattern that the Slytherin Snakes' Chasers were using. He was actually saving the Quaffle!
Ginny and Georgia both had black eyes and bloody noses from the Bludgers that Blick and Malicia pelted at them. But they kept on scoring, as if life had no other purpose than to play Quidditch. Bill had two black eyes and a broken shoulder blade and helped Ginny and Georgia when he could.
"The score is 110-90, Slytherin Snakes' in the lead! Those Seekers better get the Snitch before their team has to withdraw due to injuries!" Kevin shouted, then added, "GO CRYSTAL'S CRUSHERS!" McGonagall didn't seem to notice. She was watching the game intently. Kevin looked at her, and then to the field. "IT LOOKS LIKE THE SNITCH HAS BEEN SIGHTED!" He shouted.
Crystal and Felicity were diving again. Felicity's teeth were gritted in pain as she raced against Crystal. Blood flew from Crystal's nose as she urged her broom to go faster. And then it happened again. That fierce joy you could only get from flying. She started to glow again. Her broom started to edge in front of Felicity's, but Felicity wouldn't have it. She banged into Crystal's side and gave a yelp of pain as she hit her broken leg.
Crystal gasped. Then she made a choking sound and clutched her throat. She leg go of her broom and she dived to the ground. Felicity looked around her wildly for a sign of the Snitch, but it hidden from sight. She swore loudly and flew away. She was beginning to get used to the pain in her leg, making it easier to fly.
Crystal fell off her broom five feet away from the ground. She hit the ground on all fours. Her broomstick crashed to the ground behind her. The stands watched as she clutched her stomach. Her cheeks puffed out and she looked like she was about to be sick. All of her team (except Brian, who was still trying to save the Quaffle from the Slytherin Snakes) landed beside her. Ginny knelt beside Crystal and patted her back. Crystal gave a sudden lurch and into her hand fell a small, round ball with wings. She raised her hand above her head. "I'VE GOT IT!" She bellowed.
The game ended in the confusion of both teams. The score changed from 180- 110 to 180-260. "And Crystal's Crushers win!" Kevin said, totally confused. "I guess?" He ended off shrugging.
"C'mon, Moonlight, we have to go to the hospital wing." George said softly. "I think I'm gonna puke." Replied Crystal.
~*~
All of both Quidditch teams had to spend the night in the Hospital Wing. Madame Pomfrey was shocked and kept muttering about how dangerous Quidditch was.
"Well, that's what I call a Quidditch match." Brian said hoarsely. He had broken his windpipe towards the end of the game and now, even though it was healed, it still hurt him to talk. Crystal nodded. "Ya know, that's how my dad won his first Quidditch game. He swallowed the snitch too." She said. Everyone on Crystal's team laughed.
"Well, I sure am looking forward to next match. It's against the Awesome Owls." Crystal said, and looked out the window. She didn't know what to expect next. All she knew was that Felicity was going to kill her.
Cate walked up and down the room nervously. She didn't know why, but she was. She wasn't as round as a beach ball either.
There came a knock to the door and she looked up quickly. Bellum came in the living room, dressed as Sherlock Holmes with a pipe that blew bubbles. Cate stared. "Bellum, dear, why are you dressed so?" Cate asked, in an English accent she didn't usually use. She rubbed her throat and shook her head.
"I think you should answer the door, my dear Watson. And my name is Sherlock Homes, not Bellum or what ever funny name you have just said." Bellum said. Cate cocked her eyebrow at him and then, suddenly, realized she was dressed as an old English man. She was speechless. Her eyes troubled, she left to get the door. She clicked her fingers, as to change, but it didn't work.
She opened the door and there stood Meagan and Harry. Meagan was grinning and she looked as if she'd never been better. Cate wrinkled her nose. "Come in." She said snootily. She turned around and led them into the living room.
Harry saw Bellum and snarled, an angry look on his face. Bellum gave Harry an equal look of hatred. "What ever is the matter, Gordo?" Meagan asked. "Nothing, Lizzie." Harry replied, in an American accent. Cate's eyebrows shot up. Ethan? Lizzie? Those were the names in the popular children's TV series Lizzie McGuire.
This happening was startling Cate. Was she actually frightened? No, no, the word for it was startled. Was this actually happening?
Then, Harry and Bellum started to act like animals, barking at one another and snarling. They both started to foam at the mouth. Meagan put her head in her hands. "Here they go again…" she said.
They started to attack each other while Cate stood and watched in horror. "Bellum! No!" She screamed. Bellum didn't stop. "Sherlock Holmes! HEAL!" She bellowed. Bellum whimpered and hid behind the couch like a dog. Harry smiled triumphantly. He barked and began to rub himself against Meagan's legs.
"Cate… I love you!" Meagan exclaimed, coming up and hugging Cate. Cate looked at Meagan in horror and pure terror. She screamed.
~*~
Cate sat up abruptly. She was in bed. "Oh my god, what a dream." She murmured, rubbing her forehead. She felt along the scar on her forehead. She rubbed it and looked out the window, where the sun was just raising.
What she didn't know was that Meagan, too, was having a bizarre dream.
~*~
Meagan and Harry were dancing. Meagan had a long white dress on that was tight all thee way down to the waist, where it fluffed out like a wedding dress. She wasn't round either. She twirled around gracefully, grinning. Harry was the one twirling her, and he too was very graceful.
There was a spot light dancing and everything was normal… Except for the song. The song was, in fact, the Itsy-Bitsy Spider.
They danced to the song as if it were a fast, jazzy song. Meagan was puzzled. Why was she dancing to this? She swung around and landed on Harry, who looked as puzzled as she.
Suddenly, the room flooded with light. Meagan looked around as she heard people clapping. There sat Marykate, Ron, Cate, and Bellum. Marykate had her hair in a bun with a blouse, tie, and very short skirt on. Her legs were crossed and she was clapping politely.
How odd, Meagan thought, Mk would usually make a shrew remark. Ron was sitting there in an oddly polite fashion to, as were Cate and Bellum (much to Meagan's horror.) "Very good, Meagan." Cate said. Meagan looked at Cate in surprise. It was so surprising, in fact, Meagan woke up.
~*~
(A/N: Sorry people, I couldn't think of anything better!) Meagan sat up. She wiped her forehead and slipped out of bed. "What was that about?" She asked.
~*~
Crystal peered through the curtains of her window. It was late November and it was very cold. "SNOW!" She shouted, running around her dormitory. Hearing her shout, most of the girls in her dormitory woke up. Felicity threw a pillow at her.
"Its just snow." Mumbled Ginny, rolling over. "Shut the curtains!" Groaned Georgia. "Shut up!" Felicity moaned, taking another pillow and throwing it at Georgia. Georgia was suddenly wide-awake. She took the pillow Felicity had thrown at her and beat her over the head.
Felicity gave a howl and jumped out of bed, grabbing another pillow. She swung it at Georgia, missed, and hit Crystal. Crystal laughed and picked up another pillow. She hit Felicity in the side. Felicity shrieked in anger. She swung at Crystal, who ducked. It hit Ginny, who was still in bed with the covers pulled up over her head.
Ginny gave a muffled shout and fell out of bed. Trying to look angry (and failing) she took her own pillow and hit Georgia in the side. Georgia was knocked to the floor, laughing her head off.
Felicity could not find out how Crystal, Georgia, and Ginny found this amusing. "C'mon, Lissy!" Shouted Ginny. Felicity glared. No one but her friends and family called her that. Felicity swung the pillow at her. Hard.
Ginny, seeing how hard it was, quickly created a shield around herself, making the pillow off her harmlessly. Then, Felicity laughed. She couldn't help it. She just had to laugh. It felt good, too. It made her feel all tingly inside.
She gasped for breath and hit Crystal in the behind. Crystal fell, as she didn't have time enough to brace her legs. She fell and landed on Georgia. "Whoooooa!" They both shouted. There was a flurry of feathers as one of the pillows exploded. Crystal and Ginny looked at each other and burst into hysterical laughter.
Felicity swung at the two unexpected girls. Crystal ducked just in time, making it hit Ginny in the face.
Suddenly, the door to the dormitory burst open. Everything went quite. Professor McGonagall stood in the doorway, her face red and her lips drawn into a thin line.
"Uh-oh." Crystal said. Professor McGonagall stood there, abashed and outraged. "What do you think you were doing!?" She shrieked. "Pillow fight?" Crystal asked. This was not the thing McGonagall wanted to hear.
"Five points from Gryffindor!" She shouted, and left. Crystal wiped her forehead. "Not so bad." She said.
"Yeah, we're really l-." Felicity began to say, but then stopped as she saw the faint lightning bolt scar on Crystal's forehead. "What's that?" She asked, pointing to Crystal's forehead.
"Nothing." Crystal said, quickly pushing her bangs over her scar. Felicity suddenly realized who she talking to. She was shocked. Rubbing her own forehead, as if she had a headache, she stumbled down the stairs.
~*~
Crystal hummed to the song she was listening to. It was classical music. Everyone listened to it now. Even Felicity liked it. It was the "coolest thing."
She tapped her foot to the rhythm and sat back to relax. She loved listening to her music. She took a deep breath and sunk deeper into the couch that was currently located in the common room.
It was a Saturday and there was nothing to do…
'CRYSTAL CLAIR POTTER!' A voice said, breaking all her thoughts. "Gaaa!" Crystal shouted, falling off the couch. "C'mon, we have a Quidditch game." Fred said, trying to hold back an evil snicker.
"Ha, ha, FISHTALE." Crystal said. Fred wrinkled his nose and said no more.
Minutes later, Crystal was in the locker room. She had put on her robes, which were fuchsia/hot pink.
"I cannot believe you got us to wear pink." Brain said, ambling out of his locker room. Fred, looking as if he was about to be sick, ambled in after him. George followed, his ears bright pink. Bill's face was red.
Both Georgia and Ginny were both grinning. They took one look at the boys and burst into fits of hysterical laughter.
"And here comes Crystal's Crushers!" Shouted the announcer, Kevin Jordan, Lee Jordan's son.
"Black! Weasley! Weasley! Weasley! Weasley! Weasley! Aaaaand POTTER!" Shouted Kevin. The crowd screamed its approval as "Crystal's Crushers" flew onto the field.
"And here is the opposing team, the Slytherin Snakes!" Kevin shouted, his cheerful voice not so cheerful anymore.
"Blick! Malfoy! Flagnare! Crabbe! Goyle! Flint! Aaaaand… Pugnare!" Kevin shouted as the "Slytherin Snakes" flew onto the field.
The two teams flew around the field. "Be prepared to loose, Potter." Snarled Felicity. "Don't cry when we win." Crystal said, her eyes red. "Remember my mother and father have beaten your mother three times at the world cup." She said. "Well, my mother won twice." Felicity said.
"I've got genes that give me strong Quidditch skills. Both my parents were on the Gryffindor team, remember?" Crystal said, satisfied that Felicity's face was turning red.
A whistle blew and the two teams hovered above the ground. Cate opened the Quidditch ball box. "On my whistle." She said, putting a silver whistle to her lips. She released the balls and blew hard on the whistle.
Crystal hurtled into the sky, closely followed by Felicity. "Well, if you really don't think I could win, why, for the love of Quidditch, are you following me?" Crystal asked Felicity coolly. Felicity only smiled.
"And the game swings into action as Bill captures the Quaffle! Oooh! Nice Bludger work by Malicia Flagnare! It narrowly misses Bill Weasley and he drops the Quaffle! Slytherin Snakes in possession! And a Bludger comes out of nowhere, almost knocking Ariana Malfoy off her broom! Nice work, Fred! Or are you George? Anyway, the Crushers regain possession and…. If he can get past Hector Flint…! CRUSHERS SCORE! GREAT JOB " Kevin shouted, while the stands erupted.
Suddenly, Crystal went into a dive. Felicity, seeing this, dived after her. The two Lightnings that they rode were side by side. Crystal had a satisfied smirk on her face. She loosened her grip on her broom and slowed. Felicity sped into the lead, hurtling closer to the ground. "I'm gonna get the Snitch before you!" She shouted triumphantly. "What Snitch?" Crystal replied, pulling up.
Felicity's eyes became wide. Crystal had been Feinting! Felicity looked at the onrushing ground below her. She careened sideways and pulled up. Her leg hit the ground and there was a nasty cracking sound. Her eyes watered in pain as she pulled up and went in a zigzagging line across the field. She looked down at her leg and saw that it was sticking out at an odd angle. It was broken.
Crystal was proud of herself. It was the first time she had ever managed a Wronski Feint. She scanned the field. "And right now the score is 50-40, folks! The Chasers are getting murdered out there! The Seekers better get a move on if they don't want they're team to be murdered!" Kevin observed.
Felicity was still flying in a zigzag path across the Quidditch field. She was wincing in pain. She could barely see. There was one thing numb in her mind, though. Crystal was dead meat.
A flash of gold caught Crystal's attention. She whirled around and her eyes widened. Below her, just above Hector Flint's eyebrow, was the Snitch. She dived straight down. The Chasers stopped what they were doing to watch. Flint looked up, saw Crystal and the Snitch, and flew away just in time to escape Crystal.
Crystal's eyes were purple and sparkling. Her hair and robes were fanned out behind her. The fierce joy of the wind in her hair, the excitement of flight, and the glory of her dive was enough to keep her going no matter what. She went up and down, following the quick and nimble Snitch. She deftly rolled over, just missing Brian, who shouted, "Go Moonlight!"
She flew over Barry Crabbe and below Craig Goyle. Then, she saw with horror, the Snitch was headed towards Felicity. Crystal narrowed her eyes and flew as she had never flown before. She glowed in an aurora of soft, yellow light. Her magic surged into the broomstick, making it fly faster. She barley knew what she was doing. She could barley control the broomstick. She leaned forward and shot toward Felicity and the Snitch.
Felicity turned around and saw a beam of light darting straight at her. Felicity gave a yelp and careened out of Crystal's way. Crystal hurtled forward, her hand outstretched. Then, a Bludger flew out of nowhere. She rolled over on her broomstick, loosing sight of the Snitch.
"OOOH! Too bad there, Crystal! As I always say, try, try again! That was a great shot, Malicia!" Kevin shouted, "Although you could use a brush and some makeup! HAW, HAW!" Professor McGonagall glared at him, and he took one look at her. "Sorry, Professor, won't happen again, Professor," He said.
Malicia smiled satisfaction at Crystal. She had done her job. She flew away to try and stop Georgia from.
Crystal wiped her nose. Blood was pouring down from her broken nose that the Bludger had given her. She scowled and flew up high again to search for the Snitch.
Fred and George were as angry as Crystal was, and decided to show their feeling. She both flew up beside Malicia, who looked at the coolly. Suddenly, a Bludger swooped down their way. George swung the bat at it so hard his broomstick twirled around where he was. The Bludger hit Malicia in the arm, breaking it. She gave a howl and backed away.
Brian, meanwhile, was trying to save the Bludger with the one arm he had. He swung from side-to-side in a confused din as the Slytherin Snakes' Chasers scored left and right. His left arm was broken and he could barley so anything. Brian suddenly swung into the pattern that the Slytherin Snakes' Chasers were using. He was actually saving the Quaffle!
Ginny and Georgia both had black eyes and bloody noses from the Bludgers that Blick and Malicia pelted at them. But they kept on scoring, as if life had no other purpose than to play Quidditch. Bill had two black eyes and a broken shoulder blade and helped Ginny and Georgia when he could.
"The score is 110-90, Slytherin Snakes' in the lead! Those Seekers better get the Snitch before their team has to withdraw due to injuries!" Kevin shouted, then added, "GO CRYSTAL'S CRUSHERS!" McGonagall didn't seem to notice. She was watching the game intently. Kevin looked at her, and then to the field. "IT LOOKS LIKE THE SNITCH HAS BEEN SIGHTED!" He shouted.
Crystal and Felicity were diving again. Felicity's teeth were gritted in pain as she raced against Crystal. Blood flew from Crystal's nose as she urged her broom to go faster. And then it happened again. That fierce joy you could only get from flying. She started to glow again. Her broom started to edge in front of Felicity's, but Felicity wouldn't have it. She banged into Crystal's side and gave a yelp of pain as she hit her broken leg.
Crystal gasped. Then she made a choking sound and clutched her throat. She leg go of her broom and she dived to the ground. Felicity looked around her wildly for a sign of the Snitch, but it hidden from sight. She swore loudly and flew away. She was beginning to get used to the pain in her leg, making it easier to fly.
Crystal fell off her broom five feet away from the ground. She hit the ground on all fours. Her broomstick crashed to the ground behind her. The stands watched as she clutched her stomach. Her cheeks puffed out and she looked like she was about to be sick. All of her team (except Brian, who was still trying to save the Quaffle from the Slytherin Snakes) landed beside her. Ginny knelt beside Crystal and patted her back. Crystal gave a sudden lurch and into her hand fell a small, round ball with wings. She raised her hand above her head. "I'VE GOT IT!" She bellowed.
The game ended in the confusion of both teams. The score changed from 180- 110 to 180-260. "And Crystal's Crushers win!" Kevin said, totally confused. "I guess?" He ended off shrugging.
"C'mon, Moonlight, we have to go to the hospital wing." George said softly. "I think I'm gonna puke." Replied Crystal.
~*~
All of both Quidditch teams had to spend the night in the Hospital Wing. Madame Pomfrey was shocked and kept muttering about how dangerous Quidditch was.
"Well, that's what I call a Quidditch match." Brian said hoarsely. He had broken his windpipe towards the end of the game and now, even though it was healed, it still hurt him to talk. Crystal nodded. "Ya know, that's how my dad won his first Quidditch game. He swallowed the snitch too." She said. Everyone on Crystal's team laughed.
"Well, I sure am looking forward to next match. It's against the Awesome Owls." Crystal said, and looked out the window. She didn't know what to expect next. All she knew was that Felicity was going to kill her.