American Witch
A/N: Hiya, peoples! Woo-hoo! I'm on Chapter 7. Chapter 7. I've never gotten this far on a story without it going even more pointless than it was at the beginning or me giving up…Wow.
I only got to Chapter 5 on the last one I tried to write on Fanfiction.net. Just shows that this isn't quite as pointless. Not quite, but getting there…^_^
Okay, I feel no need to say anything else before I start this chapter…so…enjoy! If you can…it's probably going to be exceedingly pointless…
Disclaimer: I own almost everything, but not EVERYTHING. Because, as you can see, EVERYTHING is a big word…and therefore a strong word. Ha ha….no. Not funny, I say. But oh well…
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Chapter 7: The Quidditch Match
10-6-02
Hola! So, how are you? You do not know because you are a journal. Never mind.
The tree outside is making an awful racket, bashing against the walls. I wish there wasn't so much wind. The wind makes this queer whistling sound too. I don't like windy days…
Anyway, I started writing to say…I don't know. This is rather pointless. Goodbye.
10-30-02
Oh yay! Halloween tomorrow! I can't wait for Halloween! Yip yip HOORAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
By the way, apparently, they don't trick-or-treat at Hogwarts. Dang it. I liked that particular tradition, although my mom said I was getting too old for it anyway. Maybe I could go to the nearest Muggle town and trick-or-treat as a witch…No. Nearest town's too far away.
Although there is a feast. Yum. Good food.
11-1-02
Halloween was yesterday! Yay!
It was great. There were floating candles, and the Great Hall was all decorated. And Peeves insisted on leading a band of ghosts to sing, and that was bad. Half of them sounded like dying cows…*shudder*
And the food was EXQUISITE!!!!!! There were cakes, and ice cream, and stuff…and more stuff….and more, and more, and MORE!!!!!!!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!! Okay, going crazy there…
Oh, and I found out when the first Quidditch game was!
November 3rd. Day after tomorrow. I'm a bit nervous…
That's nothing to Kira though. She's all scared because she's Seeker, and she's talking about the whole game depending on her and stuff…
She's getting me more nervous than I would be normally, just by saying she's so nervous…
11-3-02
Okay, how about…I write about the Quidditch game.
Well, I felt really nervous at breakfast this morning. I could barely swallow my food. Kira was even worse. She said she couldn't eat. Didn't touch anything except her water.
Elena, on the other hand, was grinning and eating great portions of food. Slightly paler than she usually is, but still grinning and eating even more than she usually did.
"What are you grinning for?" I asked, bewildered.
"Oh, I think you'd rather not know at the moment," she said sweetly, still grinning.
I stared. "You haven't done something to my food, have you?"
"No." She burst out laughing.
"Okay, I don't think I'm going to believe that. Say this with a perfectly straight face--"
"This."
"You know that's not what I meant. Now, say, 'I have not done anything to your food,' with a perfectly straight face."
"You have not done anything to my food."
"No! Say, 'You have not done anything to my food,' if you're so anxious to reverse it."
"You have not done anything to my food."
"Argh!" I gave up, exasperated, thinking I'd find out what she'd done later.
When we'd finished our breakfast and we had a couple minutes until the game, we changed into our Quidditch robes. We were playing Slytherin. I thought of that as a good thing. I wouldn't have wanted to play Hufflepuff, for example, since that would be playing against Amanda.
Then, we went to listen to Billy Small tell us the game plan. He told Kira to just circle around and keep her eyes open for the Snitch. Then, go toward it as fast as she could. If the other Seeker noticed, use some kind of diversion.
He told Elena, Belle Wray and I, the Chasers, to defend one Chaser each and score as many times as we could. We were all supposed to help the Seeker if Kira was in need of any help.
And of course, the Beaters knew their job. Hit the Bludgers as hard as they could toward the people in green.
We went out onto the Quidditch field. Billy and Marcus Fletcher shook hands, then the balls were released and we rose into the air.
I saw the Quaffle hovering temptingly in front of me, so, without thinking, I grabbed it. No one on the Slytherin team had decided to defend me yet, so I zoomed off, unguarded for the moment.
"And they're off!" said Ben, one of the boys in my year in Ravenclaw, who was commentating. "Kara Ramirez snatches the Quaffle--transfer student from the US--and she flies toward the goal posts. There's Marcus Fletcher to stop her!"
Hearing that Marcus Fletcher was on his way to stop me, I looked around me, still flying. He was behind me, and gaining on me rapidly. I looked for someone to pass to. There was Belle on my right, looking toward me. I passed with some force and hovered in the air, hoping that it would be too fast for a Slytherin to catch.
My hopes were denied.
"Ramirez passes the Quaffle--and Fiskits snatches it!"
Apparently Anton Fiskits had a brother in Slytherin. Not surprising. He wanted to knock me off my broom, evil boy. My thoughts returning to the game at hand, I flew after Fiskits. He was going pretty fast. It took all my Firebolt's speed to catch up to him.
"Fiskits' got a Ravenclaw Chaser on either side--he'd better watch out--and Belle Wray snatches the Quaffle and passes it to Elena Greenweld--another transfer student--and Greenweld races toward the goal posts with Smith from Slytherin hot on her tail. Greenweld stops--what's she doing?"
I stared at Elena. What was she doing? The Slytherins would all catch up with her!
"Oh, good move! Greenweld passes the Quaffle under the Slytherin Chasers to Wray and Wray races up the field. The Slytherins have noticed that Greenweld doesn't have the Quaffle and are going after Wray, Wray passes to Ramirez and RAMIREZ SCORES!! 10-0 in favor of Ravenclaw!"
I did a loop-the-loop without even thinking about my fear of going upside down, and flew back out into the field.
"Fletcher takes the Quaffle and flies toward the goal. Ramirez turns around to face him--she's doing a pretty good job of keeping him there--and Fletcher passes to Fiskits, who flies for all he's worth, which isn't much--sorry, Professor, sorry!" Ben said hastily to the Professor supervising him.
"Wray snatches the Quaffle--pretty vicious there--and flies the opposite way. Bludger from Slytherin Beater Gregory narrowly misses her--Wray passes to Greenweld--Greenweld puts on some speed and busts her way through the Slytherin Chasers--ought to be named Best Offensive Chaser--and GREENWELD SCORES!!! 20-0 for Ravenclaw!"
I cheered. YAYYAYAYYAY!!!!! Okay, that's enough "YAY"s…
"Fiskits takes the Quaffle down the field--and drops the Quaffle because he was hit by a Bludger from Beater Smith of Ravenclaw. Ramirez goes under him and grabs the Quaffle, speeds toward the goal posts, and is surrounded by Slytherin Chasers. Ramirez dives under them all and speeds off again, Slytherins on her trail, she passes and the pass is intercepted by Smith of Slytherin--doesn't pass fast enough, that girl--and Smith flies off--whoa! Ramirez snatches the Quaffle, must be pretty mad, and flies back to the goal posts. She shoots--oh! And the shot is blocked by Slytherin Keeper Lewis, who throws it back out to Smith. Smith flies down and passes to Fletcher--and Fletcher passes, only to have Wray intercept it. Wray flies down--then Fiskits takes the Quaffle and shoots--and oh, Slytherin scores…20-10…"
The Slytherin cheered; the rest of the school booed.
Emily passed me the Quaffle so I could take it down the field.
"Ramirez takes the Quaffle down the field--Fletcher coming up to meet her--does a little trick with her broom to dodge him--and oh! That'll have to be a foul!"
The Hufflepuffs, Ravenclaws, and Gryffindors were all screaming, "Foul! Foul!"
Fiskits had knocked me off my broom--just like his brother--and I was hanging on for dear life with one hand. I pulled myself up and sat on my broom weakly. I never want to repeat that experience again…The Fiskits are evil boys…
I said I'd take the penalty shot, and Belle Wray passed me the Quaffle. I looked around. The Slytherins were covering the other two Chasers, looking at me threateningly. I took a deep breath, and yelled, "Get open!"
Elena dived down suddenly and held out her hands for the Quaffle. I passed down to her. She caught it deftly and flew up the field, in front of all the Slytherin players. The Keeper came to cover her, and she passed it to Belle, who threw it through the goal.
"30-10 for Ravenclaw!"
Fiskits--Evil Boy--took the Quaffle down. He was making good progress and dodging all of us, when Ben, who was commentating, in case you'd forgotten, remarked, "Is that the Snitch over there?"
Fiskits looked down and saw a flash of gold beneath him, and stopped himself excitedly.
Kira saw it too and zoomed after it, looking like a blue lightning bolt. She must have an even better broom than my Firebolt. The Slytherin Seeker, Harry Rhodes, zoomed after it too, looking like a green lightning bolt. Kira dived down, reaching out her hand…and grabbed it.
The stands erupted. Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and Gryffindor were screaming in happiness; Slytherin was just scowls all over. Ben jumped up and down.
"Ravenclaw wins the match!" he said, sounding ecstatic about it. "Ha ha, you Slytherins!"
"Powell, you're never commentating AGAIN!!!!!!!!!"
"Professor McGonagall…"
"DON'T YOU 'PROFESSOR MCGONAGALL' ME!!!! NEVER AGAIN COMMENTATING, DO YOU HEAR ME?!?!?!?!?!?!?!??!?!?!?!?"
"Well, actually I was going to say, 'Professor McGonagall…someone charmed your hat to be covered with pink elephants.' "
Everyone howled with laughter. Professor McGonagall's hat was all blue with pink elephants! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!! I never found out who did that…*insert insane laughter from moi here* Of course she turned it back at once, and I could've sworn those big gray streaks in her hair got bigger than ever…Poor lady, so stressed…*insert evil grin from moi here*
Well, right now I'm lying on my bed in my dormitory, writing this and having a sudden insane urge to eat 100 candy bars (ah, the sugar!). I think I'll stop writing now, because my hand is getting so tired I think it needs a spell to hold it up…
TOODLESIES!!!!!!! (Don't you love my new word? *insert insane grin*)
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A\N: So, did you like the chapter? Please, please say you did…*puppy dog eyes* Although I don't really like it much…Hahahahahaha…
This story has no plot right now…I quote Ginny Ha-Ha: "If you have a problem with my writing, blame my muse, who really ought to be shot." It would be fun shooting my muse, come to think of it…You may shoot my muse in your review. ^_^ Standard procedure: Yell, "DIE, SOLIQUA (I think of weird names), DIE!!!!!!", like you ought to be shut up in an asylum, then shoot the little wisp of a thing with a machine gun…^_^
The actual story ought to start in Chap. 8, so don't be surprised if I give up, with loads of apologies and saying again that my muse really ought to be shot…just kdding. I'm pretty sure I wouldn't do that, just 'cause I like to annoy myself by saying to myself, "YOU HAVE TO DO IT, SOPHIE!!!! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Okay, I agree, that was a bit of an overload on the evil laugh there…^_^
So, TOODLESIES!!!! Please review! Do you like my new word?
~Hermione2
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