7. Hundreds
"C'mon James. You must eat if you want to play well for your match," the second year Remus told me.
"Yeah Padfoot, I'm with Moony on this one. I mean, it's your first quidditch match!" The young Sirius said exitedly.
He was as exited as I was a nervous wreck. I mean this was my first quidditch match. I wasn't even this nervous last year before we got sorted. At least then I knew was coming. With this game, I didn't and I could totally screw it up.
All too soon Arnold Macintosh, the Gryffindor captain, was pratically dragging me to my doom.
We changed clothes in what seemed like seconds. I could hear hundreds of students slowly making their way onto the stands.
I was not ready for this.
A/N:This sounded way better on paper but again, my muse is being a dummy & completely acting up. RD