Sorry guys, there was a misunderstanding about the last chapter. Ravenclaw is NOT playing in todays match, ok? But they are mentioned, don't you worry!
The Match:
Stellan sat himself down in the bleachers, wrapping the Slytherin scarf tighter around his neck. He didn't like Quidditch that much, but this was going to be the biggest match of the year, against Slytherin and Gryffindor. After a moment, Liam joined him. "Big game, eh?" He sighed, sitting himself down beside the thirteen year old boy. Stellan murmered in reply, shoving his hands in his pockets to keep them warm. "Yeah, we're going to win. We've got a hell of a team, I can tell you that." He added, watching as the players swooped around the Quidditch pitch, practicing.
"You only say that cause Belle's on the team." Stellan chuckled, watching the brown haired pixie zoom around the field, laughing as she stole one of the beaters clubs and smacked Rebecca lightly in the back of the head. Liam blushed, sinking lower in the bleacher. "Ha. Told you." Stellan smirked victoriously, flipping his hair to the other side of his head. Liam playfully shoved him, chuckling lightly.
"You better watch yourself, Montgomery!" Rebecca growled, throwing the quaffel after the small seeker. Yaribelle let out a high pitched giggle, racing across the field, and above the boys heads.
"Hey, Alex!" Stellan grinned, motioning the brown haired boy over. Alex calmly made his way over to the Slytherins, hands stuffed in pockets, scarf loosley wrapped around his neck. "I didn't think you guys came to matches that didn't involve you." Stellan teased, making room for Alex, who just shrugged his shoulders, his emotionless eyes staring out into the field. Liam warily looked at him, lifting an eyebrow. There was something weird about this kid. He never talked, and he didn't have many emotions. Kinda creepy... He thought to himself.
As the three of them sat there, a few Ravenclaws passed by. Among them was Hayden Core, Raven Hellwarth, and Crystal Hawthorn. Crystal longingly looked at Alex, biting down on her lip nervously. She caught a glimpse of Stellan, and her eyes darkened. She didn't like him, not one bit. Raven and Liam fist pounded, saying few words as Raven sat down next to him. Hayden looked down at the group for a moment, grabbed Crystals hand, and led her away from them. Though she was ok with Raven and Alex, she didn't trust Slytherins much at all. Last year, she had beaten Crabbe and Goyle up, and had almost been sent home from Hogwarts because of the state she had left the boys in. She took Crystal to sit with her and Luna, who greeted the two with a warm hello.
As soon as everyone had gotten settled into their seats, and Professor Dumbledore had made his speech, Madame Hooch had blown her whistle and the match had begun. Gryffindor had caught the ball first, and they raced all around the field, passing it from Hugo, to Lily, to Jeslyn. As Lily advanced farther onto the goal, she attempted to score, but the back of Rebecca's broom had just barely hit the quaffel out of the way, and sent it flying towards Marcus Flint. "Oh, and that was a close one for Gryffindor!" Lee Jordan shouted, standing at his place by the score board.
"Val, look out!" Alicia hissed, diving her broom towards her fellow beater. Taking her bat, she swung, sending a flying bludger away from Valentina, who hadn't been paying attention. "Where's your head? Keep your focus." Alicia warned, looking worriedly at her friend, who shrugged.
"Oooh, that would've been fun." Liam snapped his fingers, sorry that the bludger hadn't hit her. "A game always needs some blood, or a broken arm, you know?" He added, looking at his friends. Stellan agreed, chuckling darkly. Yaribelle's eyes darted around the pitch quickly, trying to spot the impossibly quick snitch. it wasn't anywhere to be found. She could see Harry Potter looking for it as well, his eyes more focused on it than the bludgers around him. The game had suddenly come to a pause when Marcus Flint had flung the quaffel out of sight.
Every stood there for a moment, until...four peircing cracks were heard, and some bodies had fallen off of their brooms. Down went Hugo, Jeslyn, Lily, and Rebecca. The game didn't stop, as Marcus and the other Slytherin chasers continued to look for the quaffel. "Lily!" Fred hissed, sitting up from his place on the bleachers. Without a moments hesitation, he made his way down to the field, despite the Proffesor's warnings.
"TIME!" Madame Hooch called, blowing her whistle. The flyers stopped mid air. The crowd died down instantly, watching the four players on the ground. Rebecca clutched her shoulder desperatly, squeezing her eyes shut, while some blood streamed from the top of her head. Nobody could tell the blood from her loud red hair. Hugo and Jeslyn both had tears streaming down their face, their mouths and noses bloody. Lily silently lay in the dirt, not moving. Fred anxiously bit down on his lip, praying that she was ok. After a couple of moments, she stirred slightly, but cried out in pain as she tried to roll onto her back. Something was definitely wrong.
A bludger had hit the four of them. In the next couple of moments, Arya had seated herself between Luna and Crystal, covering as much of her skin as possible. It was just on the start of winter, and it wasn't safe for her to be out here. But she had decided to take Alex's advice. Why sit in school when literally everyone of her friends was going to be out here? Despite the fact that she hated Quidditch, being stuck in the castle and studying didn't exactly seem to be the best way to spend her afternoon off from classes.
Nervously looking around at her team mates, Alicia quickly flew down to the ground, jumping off of her broom and rushing to her friends aids. Soon enough, the rest of her team, and the Slytherins, had all flown down to help their respectful teammates. Just then, both Yaribelle and Harry caught sight of a small, glimmering gold ball, zipping through the air. Both stared each other down, looking from the snitch to their injured friends.