*Urghhh...I've been studying for the whole afternoon and I needed a break, so here you go...the game.
This is the first time I ever tried describing a match...so I'm really sorry if it isn't action-packed. I made Roger a chaser because I didn't know which position he played. I don't think anybody does but if you do please tell me.*
Oliver looked out the window of the locker room, sighing in relief. The day was sunny and clear, unlike the last season's weather. He gave the team his usual pep talk and ushered them out of the room. He lingered behind with Katie and gave her a small kiss on her nose. She frowned, " That's all? Leaning closer to Oliver, she kissed him deeply on his lips. "Good luck." Oliver nodded. "Be careful." They laced their fingers together and joined the rest of the team on the field.
" Captains!" Madam Hooch called. As Roger Davies and Oliver Wood shook hands, the tension in the air was electrifying. Satisfied, Madam Hooch blew her whistle and as the players took off on their broomsticks, she released the quaffle, followed by the bludgers and snitch. Both teams encircled the pitch, passing each other in a flash of blurry colours and cloth. Angelina reached the quaffle before the others and immediately raced towards the other end of the pitch, only to be blocked by Michael Bloome, Ravenclaw's chaser. She threw the quaffle to Katie who had come to her assistance. Katie caught it neatly and scored a spectacular goal, helping Gryffindor take the first lead by ten points. Harry was circling the pitch, eyes wide open looking for the snitch, with Cho trailing behind him. Michael had gotten possession of the quaffle and was speeding towards Oliver. He stopped a few feet away and whacked the quaffle hard, aiming for the goal. Oliver, the good keeper that he is, managed to duck the oncoming bludgers sent by the Ravenclaw beaters and catch the threatening quaffle at the same time. Smiling in relief as the Gryffindor supporters down below erupted in cheers and shouts of encouragement, he threw the quaffle back to Alicia who was forced to pass it to Angelina when Roger tackled her. Angelina almost scored when a bludger came rocketing towards her, almost knocking her off the broom, making her drop the quaffle into the waiting hands of Richard Harold. Katie flew determinedly towards him, accompanied by the cheering crowd below her. She could faintly hear Roger's voice shouting instructions to Richard. She speeded up, robes billowing behind her. However, just before she reached him, Richard swiftly passed the quaffle to Roger. She disappointedly pulled to a stop, deciding to leave Alicia and Angelina to deal with Roger. They responded to the challenge willingly and flew after him. Unfortunately, none of them reached him in time.
Roger faced Oliver. His normally handsome face was contorted with fury and hatred. Oliver, with a look matching Roger's, was clutching his broomstick tightly, his jaws clenched. This was the moment he had feared, Roger's vengeance. Now however, he was willing to face his opponent, to get it over with, to claim victory over the cheating bastard. The crowd below and the rest of the players had faded into the background, even Madam Hooch was nowhere to be seen. It was a one on one match between the two raging captains. They were not only fighting for the game, they were fighting for a personal reason, Katie. Roger held the quaffle, pulling back his arm to make the throw. Oliver was waiting calmly, ready to move into action once Roger releases the quaffle. One by one, Roger's fingers let go of the quaffle, as if in slow motion, his muscles rippling as he inserted all his strength in that one single yet vital throw. Before the quaffle fully left his grasps however, a scream interrupted them, a bloodcurdling, spine-chilling scream, terrifyingly familiar bloodcurdling, spine-chilling scream.
* I tried and tried to make this chapter longer but didn't succeed...so sorry. Anyway, please leave a review...*
This is the first time I ever tried describing a match...so I'm really sorry if it isn't action-packed. I made Roger a chaser because I didn't know which position he played. I don't think anybody does but if you do please tell me.*
Oliver looked out the window of the locker room, sighing in relief. The day was sunny and clear, unlike the last season's weather. He gave the team his usual pep talk and ushered them out of the room. He lingered behind with Katie and gave her a small kiss on her nose. She frowned, " That's all? Leaning closer to Oliver, she kissed him deeply on his lips. "Good luck." Oliver nodded. "Be careful." They laced their fingers together and joined the rest of the team on the field.
" Captains!" Madam Hooch called. As Roger Davies and Oliver Wood shook hands, the tension in the air was electrifying. Satisfied, Madam Hooch blew her whistle and as the players took off on their broomsticks, she released the quaffle, followed by the bludgers and snitch. Both teams encircled the pitch, passing each other in a flash of blurry colours and cloth. Angelina reached the quaffle before the others and immediately raced towards the other end of the pitch, only to be blocked by Michael Bloome, Ravenclaw's chaser. She threw the quaffle to Katie who had come to her assistance. Katie caught it neatly and scored a spectacular goal, helping Gryffindor take the first lead by ten points. Harry was circling the pitch, eyes wide open looking for the snitch, with Cho trailing behind him. Michael had gotten possession of the quaffle and was speeding towards Oliver. He stopped a few feet away and whacked the quaffle hard, aiming for the goal. Oliver, the good keeper that he is, managed to duck the oncoming bludgers sent by the Ravenclaw beaters and catch the threatening quaffle at the same time. Smiling in relief as the Gryffindor supporters down below erupted in cheers and shouts of encouragement, he threw the quaffle back to Alicia who was forced to pass it to Angelina when Roger tackled her. Angelina almost scored when a bludger came rocketing towards her, almost knocking her off the broom, making her drop the quaffle into the waiting hands of Richard Harold. Katie flew determinedly towards him, accompanied by the cheering crowd below her. She could faintly hear Roger's voice shouting instructions to Richard. She speeded up, robes billowing behind her. However, just before she reached him, Richard swiftly passed the quaffle to Roger. She disappointedly pulled to a stop, deciding to leave Alicia and Angelina to deal with Roger. They responded to the challenge willingly and flew after him. Unfortunately, none of them reached him in time.
Roger faced Oliver. His normally handsome face was contorted with fury and hatred. Oliver, with a look matching Roger's, was clutching his broomstick tightly, his jaws clenched. This was the moment he had feared, Roger's vengeance. Now however, he was willing to face his opponent, to get it over with, to claim victory over the cheating bastard. The crowd below and the rest of the players had faded into the background, even Madam Hooch was nowhere to be seen. It was a one on one match between the two raging captains. They were not only fighting for the game, they were fighting for a personal reason, Katie. Roger held the quaffle, pulling back his arm to make the throw. Oliver was waiting calmly, ready to move into action once Roger releases the quaffle. One by one, Roger's fingers let go of the quaffle, as if in slow motion, his muscles rippling as he inserted all his strength in that one single yet vital throw. Before the quaffle fully left his grasps however, a scream interrupted them, a bloodcurdling, spine-chilling scream, terrifyingly familiar bloodcurdling, spine-chilling scream.
* I tried and tried to make this chapter longer but didn't succeed...so sorry. Anyway, please leave a review...*