Quidditch
Harry put on his robes and headed out to the field. There were rumors flying around the teams that Harry would be the next captain, but he didn't want to get his hopes up. Besides, just being seeker was hard enough with all the people after him.
Buffy and the others, including Ron and Hermione, had the best seats in the place. Buffy and Willow were grinning ear to ear. He'd promised them broom flying lessons later, and even Xander and Oz wanted in on the action, although Giles sniffed disdainfully at the thought and that snobby prude Cordelia sneered and made some horrid comment about her hair.
The players took positions in the air, and Madame Hooch blew the whistle for the start of the game. Meanwhile, Buffy and the others were happy as clams in the stands.
"Wow," said Xander. "I could be all athletic here. It's just... wow!" He was clearly impressed by it all.
Willow was still in talk-a-thousand-words-a-minute-in-a-cheery-tone mode. "Isn't this so great? It's just so great! And we get to fly the brooms... Ohmigod, I get to fly a broom! This is just the best thing ever," she said as fast as she possibly could, making it extremely difficult to understand her. She continued on in that manner.
"Will, shut up," Buffy said. Willow looked at Oz, confused.
"You are distracting people from the game," Oz told her.
"You mean it started?" Willow said, entering a state of catatonia.
"Willow the vegetable," Buffy said lovingly.
"I don't get it," Cordelia whined. Xander gave her a kiss. Giles cleaned his glasses.
"It's fascinating, isn't it?" he said, beginning on one of his watcher-speeches. "I've read up on it, and—"
"We know!" Buffy said. "No speeches now. It's all blah blah blah, demons, blah blah blah, I know everything, blah!" She sighed. "Let us have fun here, kay Giles-y?"
"Well, yes, I do suppose that," Giles said, trailing off. He sat back and began to regress the memory.
"What's he doing," Ron asked as Giles cleaned his glasses rhythmically.
"Forgetting that Buffy told him to shut up," Oz explained.
"Look, it's Filch and someone else," Buffy cried, pointing. Filch and another person were standing on the sidelines.
"It looks like a woman," said Xander. "And, an ugly one."
"She's writing something down," Buffy noted. So Filch had an accomplice. But who could she be?
Harry put on his robes and headed out to the field. There were rumors flying around the teams that Harry would be the next captain, but he didn't want to get his hopes up. Besides, just being seeker was hard enough with all the people after him.
Buffy and the others, including Ron and Hermione, had the best seats in the place. Buffy and Willow were grinning ear to ear. He'd promised them broom flying lessons later, and even Xander and Oz wanted in on the action, although Giles sniffed disdainfully at the thought and that snobby prude Cordelia sneered and made some horrid comment about her hair.
The players took positions in the air, and Madame Hooch blew the whistle for the start of the game. Meanwhile, Buffy and the others were happy as clams in the stands.
"Wow," said Xander. "I could be all athletic here. It's just... wow!" He was clearly impressed by it all.
Willow was still in talk-a-thousand-words-a-minute-in-a-cheery-tone mode. "Isn't this so great? It's just so great! And we get to fly the brooms... Ohmigod, I get to fly a broom! This is just the best thing ever," she said as fast as she possibly could, making it extremely difficult to understand her. She continued on in that manner.
"Will, shut up," Buffy said. Willow looked at Oz, confused.
"You are distracting people from the game," Oz told her.
"You mean it started?" Willow said, entering a state of catatonia.
"Willow the vegetable," Buffy said lovingly.
"I don't get it," Cordelia whined. Xander gave her a kiss. Giles cleaned his glasses.
"It's fascinating, isn't it?" he said, beginning on one of his watcher-speeches. "I've read up on it, and—"
"We know!" Buffy said. "No speeches now. It's all blah blah blah, demons, blah blah blah, I know everything, blah!" She sighed. "Let us have fun here, kay Giles-y?"
"Well, yes, I do suppose that," Giles said, trailing off. He sat back and began to regress the memory.
"What's he doing," Ron asked as Giles cleaned his glasses rhythmically.
"Forgetting that Buffy told him to shut up," Oz explained.
"Look, it's Filch and someone else," Buffy cried, pointing. Filch and another person were standing on the sidelines.
"It looks like a woman," said Xander. "And, an ugly one."
"She's writing something down," Buffy noted. So Filch had an accomplice. But who could she be?