Yes, it's meager. Sorry. Just you wait.

-liannimation

Ch. 2: Quidditch

"Gibbons, Fig, don't let a single bludger come anywhere near 50 meters of Cho," Roger Davies was saying to the teams' Beaters as Cho reached her team. She and Roger had gone out briefly the previous year, but he had proven to be too high-maintenance (he was a Quidditch captain, after all.) He saw her as she entered,

"Where have you been? We have five minutes 'till the match starts!"

"Sorry, I've been throwing up half my stomach for the past half-hour."

"Well, that doesn't stop you from playing. Take a seat Chang, nice try."

"Goodness, you're crazy, Davies."

She sat, and half-listened to Roger's strategy for the next five minutes. She was very green indeed.

As she entered the pitch, the loud cheering and bitter cold made her head spin and ache horribly. She staggered to the middle of the field and mounted her broom slowly. Sweeping the wet hair from her eyes, she saw Malfoy opposite her Seeker position. He smirked.

The whistle blew and Cho half-heartedly kicked off into the air. She circled the pitch and lazily blinked through the heavy rain for the Snitch. Rain seeped into her eyes and dripped down her chin. Lee Jordan's voice echoed distantly, announcing the game's proceedings.

"And Slytherin gets the first goal! 10-0 in the first 15 seconds, shame...the Quaffle is nabbed by Ravenclaw, passed to Davies, Lionel, Davies again...ouch, knocked off by Slytherin's beater…"

Glassy-eyed, Cho eventually let her mind wander. The dark clouds seemed to follow her everywhere. Ugh, I'm going to die. Why is it raining? Why do I have to fly? Why does Malfoy have to be so damn—her thoughts were interrupted as a bludger hurtled itself at her and collided with the back of her head. She felt her fingers slip from her broom and didn't even know when she hit the ground.

She woke up in time to be barraged by her rain-soaked teammates. Head swimming and dancing with stars, all she could see was a wavering blue mass.

"You should've seen it! You fell so far…"

"Good thing the ground is soft…"

Then she heard her captain's distraught voice above her, "Bloody hell, we lost. We lost to bloody Slytherin! Fig! Where were you, you twat…?"

Cho felt terrible for causing their team to lose the Snitch, but felt worse for herself at the moment; she could've sworn her head had cracked open.

"Is my head cracked open?" She thought out-loud.

"No!"

Once again, she lost consciousness.