Chapter Four
On The Qudditch Pitch
Esmé stood out on the Qudditch pitch, broom in hand, looking at the crown around her. A part of her yearned to hop on her Firebolt right now and take the exhilerating ride around the perimeter of the pitch, but Esmé pushed it aside. He short-sleeved black robes had been fluttering in the breeze as she stood there, wine-colored lips slightly parted, her long, blond hair tamed into a braid and wrapped as a crown around her head.
Welcome to the first game of the season, Slytherin versus Gryffindor!"
The sound of Lee Jordan's voice snapped Esmé back to reality. In fact, the teams had already cleared the large bay doors that lead to the lockerooms and were flying eagerly about the perimeter. Esmé took a better hold on her broom, and walked over to wehre the box was waiting for her, in the center of the pitch.
As Professor Shelly neared the box, the chasers circled up and the other players began hovering anxiously nearby. Setting her broom down, Esmé opened the box, pocketed the Snitch, and released the catches on the Bludgers with her foot. Hefting the Quaffle, she looked up at the players above her.
"Play fair and no dirty tricks." Esmé glanced between Harry and Draco Malfoy. "And that means you, Malfoy!"
Professor Shelly tossed the Quaffle into the air and the game got started. Esmé mounted her broom and rode for a bit, before taking out the Snitch and throwing it like a fast-pitch softball. When that was done, Shelly turned to the game at hand.
Trying to get a grasp of the situation, Esmé looked around at the game. Except for the fact that it was beginning to appear that there wasn't much game to see. By the looks of the scoreboard and the players, the next words out of her mouth would be "Gryffindor wins!" That is, of course, unless Malfoy pulled some stunt to shift the win to Slytherin.
As she went to get a better look at how the seekers were doing, Shelly had to exictue a fancy spin. Darn Bludgers didn't seem to know the difference between a player and a referee. Suddenly, the crowd gasped. Esmé did a tight turn on her broom to see what was the matter.
Apparently, Malfoy had pushed Potter out of the way when they were going after the Snitch. Malfoy had the Snitch in his hand, and Shelly saw Potter crash to the ground out of the corner of her eye. She would get Malfoy for this.
"Slytherin wins!" Esmé shouted. Then, to the players, "Johnson, Bell; get him to Pomfrey. 50 points from Slytherin for disobeying the referee. You are dismissed."
The two Gryffindor chasers took Harry by the arm and began helping him to the castle, while Slytherin slunk away. Shelly would have to talk to Snape. This had to stop, and was quite enough.
On The Qudditch Pitch
Esmé stood out on the Qudditch pitch, broom in hand, looking at the crown around her. A part of her yearned to hop on her Firebolt right now and take the exhilerating ride around the perimeter of the pitch, but Esmé pushed it aside. He short-sleeved black robes had been fluttering in the breeze as she stood there, wine-colored lips slightly parted, her long, blond hair tamed into a braid and wrapped as a crown around her head.
Welcome to the first game of the season, Slytherin versus Gryffindor!"
The sound of Lee Jordan's voice snapped Esmé back to reality. In fact, the teams had already cleared the large bay doors that lead to the lockerooms and were flying eagerly about the perimeter. Esmé took a better hold on her broom, and walked over to wehre the box was waiting for her, in the center of the pitch.
As Professor Shelly neared the box, the chasers circled up and the other players began hovering anxiously nearby. Setting her broom down, Esmé opened the box, pocketed the Snitch, and released the catches on the Bludgers with her foot. Hefting the Quaffle, she looked up at the players above her.
"Play fair and no dirty tricks." Esmé glanced between Harry and Draco Malfoy. "And that means you, Malfoy!"
Professor Shelly tossed the Quaffle into the air and the game got started. Esmé mounted her broom and rode for a bit, before taking out the Snitch and throwing it like a fast-pitch softball. When that was done, Shelly turned to the game at hand.
Trying to get a grasp of the situation, Esmé looked around at the game. Except for the fact that it was beginning to appear that there wasn't much game to see. By the looks of the scoreboard and the players, the next words out of her mouth would be "Gryffindor wins!" That is, of course, unless Malfoy pulled some stunt to shift the win to Slytherin.
As she went to get a better look at how the seekers were doing, Shelly had to exictue a fancy spin. Darn Bludgers didn't seem to know the difference between a player and a referee. Suddenly, the crowd gasped. Esmé did a tight turn on her broom to see what was the matter.
Apparently, Malfoy had pushed Potter out of the way when they were going after the Snitch. Malfoy had the Snitch in his hand, and Shelly saw Potter crash to the ground out of the corner of her eye. She would get Malfoy for this.
"Slytherin wins!" Esmé shouted. Then, to the players, "Johnson, Bell; get him to Pomfrey. 50 points from Slytherin for disobeying the referee. You are dismissed."
The two Gryffindor chasers took Harry by the arm and began helping him to the castle, while Slytherin slunk away. Shelly would have to talk to Snape. This had to stop, and was quite enough.