Just four more chapters in this year. You'll want to remember this one, it becomes important later on. :) This was, as I recall, all Random Muggle's idea, I just wrote it. If you ever have an idea you'd like to see, leave it in a review and if it fits, I'll find a place for it. Hope you all had a good Friday the 13th. We don't own Harry Potter, Enjoy!
Meeting Marcus
Mid to Late February 1992
Third Year
It was the third match of the 91-92 school year and Hufflepuff was playing Slytherin. Jo had signed up to be a substitute player for Hufflepuff again and had only played in practice this year, having played once last year. But when Hufflepuff's beater took a Bludger to the head during practice and was unable to play Jo was called in to take his place during the game. Madame Hooch refereed and as always demanded good, clean game.
Jo was hardly able to contain her glee and it showed through the grin so wide that her lips felt like they would split. She loved Quidditch; the wind through her ponytail, the feel of the bat in her hand as she whacked an offending bludger away. It was exhilarating. The game progressed smoothly until a 4th year chaser with muscles galore spotted her and with a lascivious wiggle of his eyebrows, made a kissy face at her.
Jo grinned maliciously, raised a mocking eyebrow in return and whacked a bludger, hitting the chaser in the face and breaking his nose.
Marcus Flint's nose was never the same again.