Chapter Four: If Sticks and Stones can break my bones, what do you think a Quaffle will do?

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Disclaimer: I think that we know what I'm going to stick here.

Yes, I know that I haven' t written a chapter in a while, but I have a lot of projects on the go right now. Deal. But read the chap and enjoy!

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"And Keeper Gillespie blocks the shot! No points for Slytherin!"

Well...here I am, at my first Quidditch game. It's been a week, and I think I'm finally getting the hang of school and this sport.  I love flying, it's so much fun!! I was a little dizzy at first, but it seems to be only an adrenaline rush.

Heh-heh… Adrenaline rush...

Sorry, I seem to be a little ditzy right now, but that's probably because I'm so high in the air, and I'm zipping back and forth… Plus, a certain Slytherin is zooming around the field aimlessly, and it's a little more than distracting. Who would have thought that a Quidditch uniform could make him so much hotter than he already is? *sigh*

Anyway, we're down fifty to thirty. Somewhere I can hear Oliver Wood screaming. Oh well...I'm trying my best.

You know, I really don't like that one Slytherin chaser. I think that he has a personal vendetta with all of the Gryffindors or something. Eep. If it weren't for the fact that he had a constant nasty smile on his face, I would have been inclined to call him attractive.

Yes, I do examine all the potential guys that I meet. After all, I'm not tied down, am I? Any-way...

"Heads up!"

I pulled a barrel roll in mid-air, spinning as a large red bludger swooped past my shoulder. As I came back the right way up, (oh, great English there... ) Leah zipped past, a large grin on her face.

"Sorryareyoualrightwellthatscooligottagofollowthattalktoyoulaterbye!"

What can I say? She was flying by, and I don't exactly have the chance to stop and have a conversation in the middle of the pitch. In return all I did was shout a probably incoherent, "Becarefulandstophittingtheotherplayerswithyourbatbecauseyouregettingustoomanyfoulsbye!"

I think that we both understood each other quite well. It's a talent. Or something...

Yeah, so...I would describe the rest of the game to you, but it's quite long, and I only saw half of it...you know, because I am the keeper...I only see the main part of the game. I don't really notice what the beaters and seekers are doing. (And it's not my fault that he's so hot!) So, to save you the boredom, and confusion, I will skip right ahead to the terrible, terrible ending. Let's go into a sort of flashback.

"And both seekers have spotted the snitch! Draco Malfoy has gone into the dive first, but Harry Potter is close on his heels. Come on Harry, you can kick his a-"

"Lee Jordan!"

"Sorry Professor McGonagall. Go Harry, go!"

Being as brand-smaking-new at this as I was, I couldn't help but stop and gawk at the two seekers. Of course, in this process, I also forgot that the chasers on the opposing team were mean and brutal, and they really didn't care if the seekers were going for the snitch.

WHAM

I was falling from the sky, half holding a quaffle. I colided against one of the tall golden rings, and a sharp pain flew through my side. I gasped and vaguely realized that I was falling from a very high height... Where the heck was my broom? No matter ...I'm going to hit the ground very soon, and it won't really matter then. Oh my.

Then the improbable happened. My guardian angel came down from the heavens and saved me from becoming a splash of red on the green grass of the pitch.

Yeah right. I don't believe in Guardian Angels, but this incident came close to making me believe. Here's what really happened.

"Somebody help her!" I vaguely heard someone cry. It may have been Ann or Leah, but I was really too occupied at the moment to double check.

A cloud of red and gold was forming around me, made solid by the fact that it was made of two people. I saw the faces of Harry and Ron. Of course. They would have the fastest brooms on the team, having the latest model, the Blue Valkrie 6000. They were slowing me down, pulling at me so that I was seated behind Ron.

Gods...that was so bloody scary. Eep.

Yeah. So that's what happened. What? Did you expect Draco to come to my rescue in a heroic dive, and sweep me away? Feh. I wish.

So now here I am leaving the hospital wing, nursing two broken ribs and some colorful bruises. Actually, I'm rather proud of those. Mme Pomfery wrapped my stomach and told me to come back in a week or so.

"We won the game, though." Ron said with a thoughtful look on his face. "Harry caught the snitch as you were hit, and we both managed to swing around and come after you."

Wow. These dudes never cease to amaze me. No wonder people call them part of the dream team. Well, the whole team also includes Hermione, but as you can see, she's not here right now.

"Thanks." I said again. I'm like that sometimes. It really catches me off guard when people so nice things for me, like, oh, save my life and whatnot.

Yeah, so I got off easy in my first game. I guess it was a sign of all Quidditch players. If they manage to get hurt in their first game, then they must be a little crazy or something. ;) It happened with Wood, and Harry. Meh. I'm doing that thing where I think too much again.

"Well, I got to go to the library. I'll see you in a bit." Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Leah chasing after Draco, waving her bat wildly. Seems that she has a bit of the after-game adrenaline. Poor Draco.

Ron shot a look at me. "You've been in there quite a lot lately. Be careful or you'll turn into Hermione."

"God forbid." Harry said with a grin.

"No kidding." I said, waving as I walked away. I really don't think that anyone could be as bad as Hermione.

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"Morgan's staff." Hermione announced, drawing my attention to a passage in a rather dusty old book. "It is said to be made of pure silver, riddled with black opals around the top. Morgan Le Fey was supposedly the half-sister of the infamous King Arthur, and forever rival of Merlin, himself. She created the staff as a replacement of a wand. It is supposed to contain all of her magical power."

                "That's pretty cool." I responded automatically. "What does it do?"

                "Do?" Hermione raised an eyebrow at me. "It's a replacement of a wand…"

                "No – I mean, what are the nifty features?" I waved my hands in the air. "Does it do something special?"

"Oh…" Hermione glanced at the book in her hand once more. "Well…it doesn't say much, but…"

"But what?" I asked, shifting from my place at a library table. I winced and quickly shifted back; damn ribs.

"But it mentions something vague about 'giving and taking the form of creatures.'" She looked up at me. "Why the sudden interest in this very old, but fascinating, powerful artefact?"

I shrugged. I wasn't too sure why, myself, so I wasn't about to feed her a half-ass lie. "Dunno. Hear the term floating around, and it caught my curiosity, that's all. Does it say if the staff still exists?"

"It's rumoured to be still around, though no one knows where. After Morgan's death, it simply vanished away."

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Yep. Not really an interesting chapp, but I wanted to do a little Quidditch, and this was convenient. LoL.

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