~26th of March…
Things are getting insanely hectic here in Hogwarts. First, the news of all of those peoples getting petrified got out, including the ones who died, which sparked insane anger.
Principal Salazar left the school for a few weeks to deal with these 'mobs' who protested to close the school, and to everyone's surprises, these 'mobs' actually stopped. I don't know what he did, but I know he did something horrible.
"Jamieson, you ready?" Devin asked, strapping on the last few bits of his protective gear.
I nodded, "Yeah, let's go win back the cup." I grinned, standing up confidently with the other team members. Oliver seemed like he was ready to take on the world, and beyond perhaps. Meanwhile, Ceilan seemed like his usual I-will-kill-everyone self.
Even though there's a giant petrifying snake roaming around, we're still gonna act like it'll be all fine and dandy.
~Hazel Granger's P.O.V
"Right, everyone already paired up?" I asked, looking around the junior-filled room. Everyone nodded in response as they each stood next to their partners.
"Right so, remember our tasks. Find out whoever looks like they're chanting the broom jinx and distract them by any means," I instructed, earning silent nods from everyone else.
Professor McGonagall tasked me and Rafe to find students, specifically ones outside of Slytherin, to help in investigating the 'Quidditch Incident'. She's been suspecting sabotages among the spectators, where they use the broom jinx to throw whatever team is against Slytherin off of their brooms.
Honestly, when I first saw Jamieson and his team match up against Slytherin in a friendly match, I had a suspicion someone was messing with his broom. I didn't know whether someone bewitched it or something back then though.
"Okay so remember, listen to what they're chanting. They might be trying to counter-jinx the brooms, if they are, don't distract them. I already taught you guys how to listen carefully for the broom-jinx's words," I instructed, seeing them nod before splitting up and leaving for the bleachers.
"C'mon Hazel, the match is starting," Rafe said, grabbing my wrist and pulling me to where Sebastian Malfoy sat, along with his lackeys. "Please welcome, Team Gryffindor!" The announcer yelled with the help of the voice-enhancer ever so excitedly, almost deafening the rest of us.
"Let the games begin!" She continued, and as soon as she said that, some peoples flew off, the seekers began seeking the golden snitch while the goalie readied themselves.
"They're not doing anything?" Rafe whispered, looking at the Slytherin trio. "Oh no, looks like Javier's wand is trying to throw him off of it!" The announcer gasped, everyone else equally as shocked as the broom flailed furiously, while Javier clung onto it for his life.
I nodded at Lydia, who along with Newton, immediately got up and walked away, then under the wooden bleachers where they just sat. Even though I was far away, I was able to see one of the Slytherins mouthing something. Suddenly, he jumped up in panic as his robe was set on blue flames, which he extinguished quickly.
As soon as he broke eye contact with Javier's broom, the broom stilled. "Looks like Javier gained control of his broom once again!" The announcer stated, everyone else cheering.
So that's how they've remained undetected with the broom jinx. They split up and perform it in numerous places!
"This is not good! It looks like Jamieson and Ceilan's broom are getting out of control as well! Oh, and Reginald as well!" The announcer gasped once again. "What's going on with their brooms?" I heard someone gasp in shock near us, "This always happens!" Another one groaned in annoyance.
I looked in-front of us and spotted Sebastian's lackeys mouthing something. "C'mon Rafe," I whispered, pulling him and running under the bleachers. "Ready?" I asked, earning me a nod from him. "Incendio," Both of us whispered in unison, setting both of their robes on fire.
Oddly enough, Sebastian didn't perform the broom jinx… I saw someone else's robes get set on fire in the distance, which told me Sebastian actually didn't do anything…? I thought he'd be the mastermind behind all this.
Something's not adding up, actually.
Now that I think about it, every time we run into Sebastian, it's always his lackeys that overreact and challenge us, he speaks up only when required.
Except for a few times where he's actually acted like a Malfoy, but usually, he just stays back…
Probably because he's scared of Oliver and Ceilan.
For the rest of the Slytherin vs Gryffindor match, our little duos had to run around and set a lot of robes on fire and remain undetected, because no matter how many robes we set on fire, there's always another guy or girl performing the broom jinx!
"Jamieson Potter has caught the Golden Snitch! For the second time in decades, Gryffindor wins and makes it into the finals for the Hogwarts Cup!" The announcer yelled, this time, I could feel my ear drums ripping. "You could tone down on your voice y'know," The guy next to the announcer whispered.
Albeit he was whispering, everyone was able to hear him.
We watched from far as everyone flew off of their brooms and jumped onto Jamieson, hugging him tight.
~Jamieson H. Potter's P.O.V
"Devin! Devin we did it!" Once everyone actually let me breathe, I immediately ran towards Devin and hugged him tight, with the snitch in my hand. "We really did it!" He cheered excitedly, hugging me even tighter. I didn't mind his lung-crushing hug.
"They jinxed the snitch! They must've!" Slytherin's Quidditch team leader yelled angrily at the referee. The referee tried to calm down the furious leader, only to fail miserably.
I watched as Hazel, Rafe and a few other juniors walked up to where the announcer stood and whispered something to the announcer. "Hazel Granger of Gryffindor would like to make an announcement," The announcer stated before handing the voice-enhancer to her.
"Slytherin accuses Gryffindor of bewitching the snitch, which we all know is impossible. But what they don't want everyone to know, is that they're the ones who caused the other team's brooms to go wild," Hazel paused, glaring at the leader.
"What are you even talking about? Do you have proof?" The team leader asked with a smirk. "Oh, you want proof do you?" She asked as Newton, Lydia, Prima and a few other students literally dragged one of the Slytherin juniors towards Professor McGonagall.
"Professor, can you check what spell he last casted?" Hazel asked, handing the voice enhancer to Professor McGonagall, who was somewhat confused. Something tells me she's not really confused though.
I watched as she mouthed something once the tip of her wand was on top of the Slytherin student's wand, then some sort of weird white glowing mist formed on top of them. The misted took form of a broom flinging wildly before disappearing.
"You casted the broom jinx, haven't you." She lowered her glasses, giving him the deadliest glare. "No!" The student replied, scared. "Professor Snape, get me veritaserum." Professor McGonagall instructed. How was I able to hear all of this?
Well, mainly because Hazel pointed the voice enhancer at Professor McGonagall and the boy the entire time, so everyone was able to hear them.
Even Principal Salazar.
Professor Snape disappearing in the same manners Devin and I did two months earlier, then re-appeared about 20 seconds later with a small vial in his hand. "Speak, boy, unless you want this potion down your throat." Professor Snape threatened, which surprised me.
I thought he'd defend a student from his house. Guess I was wrong.
"I didn't jinx their brooms!" He cried, his body shaking. For a second there, I pitied him, until I realized the consequences of his actions. He could've hurt a lot of peoples, had my teammates not have iron grip.
Professor Snape gripped the student's jaw and forced the potion down his throat, "Did you or did you not jinx their brooms?" Professor McGonagall asked. For a few seconds, there was silence.
"Yes," The boy answered, earning shocked gasps from pretty much everyone else. "Who else jinxed the riders?" Professor Snape asked and the boy whispered a few names into their ears. "Thank you, you may return now," Professor McGonagall said, letting the boy go back to where he was.
"Forgive us for delaying the results," Professor McGonagall announced, Hazel handing her the voice enhancer beforehand. "The students whose name are called out, please come see me and Professor Snape in my office, immediately," Her voice strict. She began calling names out one by one before leaving the field with Professor Snape.
"Right, now let us continue to the match between Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw! This match will determine which team is up against Gryffindor in the finals round in May!" The announcer yelled into the microphone, completely changing the atmosphere from a tense one to that of a raging, excited one.
"Jamieson!" Oliver yelled, hugging me tight by my waist, picking me up and spinning me around like a mannequin. "Please- stop," I said, faking a gag. "Sorry," Oliver grinned as he let me down. "JAMIESON!" Ceilan yelled, his voice even more excited than Oliver's.
He did the same thing Oliver did, except he spun faster and way longer. "Ceilan!" I cried, this time, actually gagging. "Whoah, put him down before he actually pukes all over you. All over us in fact!" Emily, one of our chasers grinned as she pried me off of Ceilan's hand, only to fail. "Never," Ceilan growled playfully.
"Well you're different today," Sage, another chaser, grinned as he ran towards us. "Of course I am, we finally make it into the finals after four years of failure." Ceilan smiled, letting me free. I immediately ran towards Devin, who was smiling widely. "Hi," He greeted once I hugged him tight.
"Four years for you guys, six for me." Emily smiled widely as well. "You guys were broom-jinxed for a long time and none of you noticed it?" I asked, once everyone was present.
"Well, some of us noticed it but… You can't really do much if the principal, an evil one at that, is siding with your opponent." A guy sighed, everyone else nodding in agreement.
"Well, that's the past now. I say we celebrate tonight!" Oliver yelled happily, leading everyone out of the room and into the halls, where the rest of the Gryffindors were waiting with big smiles. Devin and I stayed behind, "Whatd'ya wanna do?" I asked before we began walking to the exit.
"Mmm… I dunno. I honestly just want a break, feels like I've been flying for 2 months straight without break. Which is not a good feeling," He grinned as we approached the entrance. "I suppose a long nap in our dorms will do?" I grinned as Devin walked beside me in a slow pace.
We made our way to our dorms in silence, enjoying each other's company since everyone else is either in the Quidditch field, the library, in the great hall or buggering off somewhere.
I heard Devin let out a small sigh of relief once he kicked off his shoes and took off his guarding pads, along with his heavy Quidditch clothes, leaving him in a pair of black pants and a white singlet. It was the first time he's gotten this comfortable near me, and I gotta say, I love the view.
Who knew someone so young could be so built!
"Scoot over, I wanna cuddle." I grinned, seeing his face burn slightly red as he kept his eyes closed. "Go nap on your own bed," He frowned, not moving an inch. "Either you scoot, or you don't." I grinned, hoping he wouldn't move.
"Nope," He stubbornly said, putting both hands behind his head. "Fine, you asked for it!" I grinned, quickly taking off all of my Quidditch gears, leaving me in short black pants and a white tee, before pushing him aside and laying on the bed, behind next to him. "Cuddle," I grinned, wrapping an arm around his waist and pulling him close.
"J-J-Jamieson, get off of me!" He cried, trying to wiggle out of my grasp. "Not in a million years," I smiled, tightening my wrap around him slightly. "I stink, okay?" I could tell he was frowning and blushing. Well, his entire head was practically red…
"I don't mind," I added, feeling fatigue slowly take over.
I slowly drifted off into dreamland, letting his scent take over for a short while, and feeling his body warmth. I also felt his palm above mine before shutting my eyes completely and falling asleep.
~Ceilan Diggory's P.O.V
Today literally could not get any better.
We've finally made it into the house cup's finals, after 4 years of hard work, intense training and pure torture, I was slowly losing my mind with Quidditch. I wanted to just abandon it, in fact, were it not for Oliver and his passion towards Quidditch, I would've left the team about 2 years ago!
"Ceilan," Oliver called out before jumping onto my back, both of us stripped off of our Quidditch gears in our dorms. I was only wearing my red boxers, while Oliver still had a black tee and white pants on.
I was stinking like crazy, with sweat and all that, but Oliver…
He smells like he just sprayed 10 bottles of pure testosterone on him, which is actually somewhat intoxicating.
"Oof, what?" I asked, mocking annoyance as I grabbed both of his leg, helping him stay behind me.
Well this is a first.
"We've finally made it," He said with a proud voice, his mouth near my ears and his arms wrapped around my neck, his hot breath sending pure delight down my spine. How I wish we could stay in this position forever…
Actually, no. That would be tiring as heck!
"Yep, four years of it." I smiled, walking towards the balcony with Oliver behind me. "We really need to thank those four, especially Hazel and Rafe." He grinned as he talked.
"Actually, Jamieson and Devin should also get a huge amount of appreciation. Devin managed to get the quaffle through the hoops 5 times! And Jamieson, had it not for him and his seeking skill, we wouldn't be here. In fact, they were the ones who suffered the broom jinx the most," I explained, earning me an understanding nod from Oliver.
I felt him hop off of me, then put his head on my shoulder with both arms around my waist. I had to use 200% of my willpower to fight back the blush.
He seriously needs to stop being so touchy with me, because I'm slowly losing my control. I might just slip soon…
"I guess," He smiled, breathing down my neck as he kept his head on my right shoulder. He's shorter than me, so I have no idea how he's able to put his head on my shoulder.
"We should give them a surprise," Oliver smiled again before turning around and going back into our room. "I'm gonna shower first," He yelled, "Sure," I replied.
As he showered, I watched the somewhat intense match between Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw, both team scoring shots after shots…
I was extremely surprised when the announcer said, "It's 255 vs 255! Who will catch the Golden Snitch? Which team will go up against Gryffindor in the finals? We'll find out after this 30 minute break," They've scored 255 points?!
That's insane! In these four years I've been here, I've never seen any team score above 150 points, let alone 200! Usually the match ends at around 125~150 points…
We are gonna have an insanely intense match this May.
