Year Three
Quaffle
The crowd screamed as the blur of Blue and Red raced across their vision. I loved Quidditch, because even though Gryffindor had won for the year no one cared they all just played along and cheered on their team mates because they could. The game ended quite quickly, which was a shame, not even two hours on the pitch. Put Cho Chang got the Snitch and ended the game, Gryffindor led 320 points to 290 points. Ravenclaw still kicked arse.
I left the pitch with the rest of the students but instead of going to the castle I went to the changing rooms where Stephan was. He was the Ravenclaw beater, well one of them. I waited outside the changing rooms, as always he was the last one out and this time he was carrying a Quaffle. I ran up next to him and took it from his hands.
"Why do you have this?" I asked chucking it in the air and turning to him.
"I am taking it to the store room, Chambers was busy and left it behind," he said making an attempt to grab it. I pulled it away and smiled.
"But what if I don't give it to you?" I asked. Stephan shook his head.
"I will forcefully take it from you," he said so confidently that I couldn't help but laugh.
"Sorry but I own the Quaffle now," I said poking out my tongue childishly. Stephan smiled and made a quick step towards me catching me straight away.
Damn.
"You are hopeless," he laughed and took the Quaffle off me. "Maybe you will get quicker," he said hitching his bag up on his shoulder and walking towards the castle, me next to him sulking all the way.