It's a Rough Game Quidditch
RATED M
Disclaimer: Everyone, this isn't mine.
A/N: This story hasn't gotten too much attention at all, so come on peeps! What are you doing? What happened to Pass the Word? Concrit, RnR, all of it should be done.
Chapter Three
Week Two
"Germany spent all last week sitting on their butts, while we were off winning what should be ours. Just because it's our first time in their field doesn't mean we should get worried. The game is tomorrow, so rest up. With a lot of luck, we can get a domination of over a hundred, and we'll knock France out of that spot while they sit on their butts this week and pray that everyone sucks," Gioni lectured, pacing through the tent they were given behind the German Quidditch Pitch.
"So, let's go to sleep now and get up tomorrow ready to kick some ass! Right?" Debbi asked. "Then Frederli and Cuyler can go get drunk again and have foolish hangovers all next week." She was leaning on Cuyler's shoulder, who shoved her lightly and let her resume her spot.
"If we move into the top spot tomorrow, I won't drink for a whole week," the captain dared, opening the flap of the tent a little to reveal the setting sun.
"Alright, guys, see you tomorrow," Mary announced, standing up. "I'm going to sleep." She stepped out of the bigger tent and headed toward the one she and Debbi shared.
"She's been quiet all week, Cap," Fred said, while Brandon nodded. "During practice at our field before we shipped off to here, she rarely payed attention. What's up?"
"No clue," Gioni said, shaking his head. "I haven't spoken to her since when she and Rob took me home after that one game."
"Goodnight, guys," Robert yawned, stepping farther back in the enchanted tent. "See you all in he morning."
"Greene hasn't spoken much either," Debbi pointed out quietly the five remaining. "It makes you wonder, doesn't it?" She straightened herself and stood, stretching her arms. Patting Gioni's shoulder on the way out, she bid them all goodnight.
"She's right," Cuyler said. Gioni closed the flap, making the tent go dark.
"Get to sleep, players," he ordered. "If I catch any of you asleep during the game, we all practice an extra five hours."
The game began and the German chasers had already had a thirty point lead. Gioni flew past Cuyler, screaming at him.
"What the hell?" he called, zooming around Adler, the chaser who had the ball. Cuyler shouted something incomprehensible at the moment, then ducked to protect the goal, catching the quaffle in his hands.
"Good!" Gioni shouted, receiving Cuyler's pass. He began to fly towards Bach, the German keeper. Just as he was about to shoot, a bludger hit him square in the back, forcing him to the ground fifty feet below.
"Gioni!" he heard someone scream. The referee blew the whistle for time out, and the entire United States team was gathered around their captain and a Healer. Gioni was laying on his stomach with his head turned so his cheek rested on the ground.
"He thankfully won't be paralyzed," the woman announced, as a breath of relief echoed through the teammates. "However, he probably needs to take the rest of the game off."
"What?!" the team chorused. Gioni groaned and the Healer bent down to hear him whisper.
"He says he wants Greene to take over," she told them. "He says he doesn't care if he can't finish." Mary bent down next to the older woman, pressing her ear against the ground so she could look him in the eyes.
"Are you sure?" she whispered. "We can forfeit."
"Mare, catch that snitch. We can't lose," he breathed back. "It's not fair to the team to stop because little Frederli got hurt. Rob can take over. He and Debbi can do this."
Meanwhile, Robert and the German coach Fassibinder were fighting over whether it could be counted as a penalty with the referee.
"It was a legal move!" Fassibinder was shouting, along with German swear words.
"God damn you!" Robert spat. "Our captain could have been killed! Does that look legal to you?"
"Sie sind Dreck!" Fassibinder spat.
"Same to you, pal," Robert countered.
"Penalty!" the US fans were screaming.
The referee blew the whistle and the game began without a penalty. It had been legal, no matter how lethal. He wished he could do more.
"Let's move!" Robert screamed to Debbi, and they scored ten times in a row. Mary was frantically searching for the snitch, and the US beaters had the bludgers under their control, just in case. Cuyler watched them and at any time it looked like Germany was going to get the ball, he moved.
Robert scored four more, and he looked up to Mary, who nodded. Just after he scored a fifth goal, Mary caught the snitch in her hand and the game was over.
"Yes! Yes!" Debbi screamed, and they all flew down to Gioni. All except Robert. He zoomed over to the German coach.
"Wer ist Dreck jetzt?" he called, laughing.
"Gott verfluche euch!" The German team hung their heads.
"We won, dude!" Cuyler was calling. Gioni was now sitting up, smiling at his team.
"Three hundred to thirty!" Gioni was amazed. "Looks like I'm not drinking tonight."
"This week," Brandon corrected.
"All week," Fred added.
"Good thing," Mary teased, sitting next to him.
"Well, Rob, you were just voted MVP by your teammates while you were screaming at Fassibinder. What are you going to do now?" Gioni looked up at his best friend.
"Disneyland is out of the question." The group laughed.
"We won't know the standings until after results get back from Japan and Bulgaria. With any luck, Nordic and Spain smashed their asses and we'll get first." Gioni began adding numbers in his head. "We've got France beat by 240 right now, so as long as no one can beat 540 we're gold."
"Well, I need to go shower," Debbi said. "I feel like a pig." The group broke up, leaving Mary and Robert to Gioni's side.
"Are they letting you go back to the tents with us, or do they want to send you to a hospital?" Robert asked.
"Nah, they patched me up good enough," Gioni groaned as he stood. Leaning on them, he said, "That was an amazing game. You guys crushed them." They began to walk to the tents. They were leaving the next day.
"We just needed the motivation," Mary laughed. Then serious, she asked, "Are you sure you want to pull this off without substitutes?"
"This proves we don't need them," Gioni said. "You killed them! I can start in the next game, we're fine." He let go of his friends.
"Yeah, but we leave for Japan tomorrow. Can you handle that?"
"I'm fine, guys, really," he told them. "Now, get cleaned up, and we can go out to eat."
As soon as they got into Japan, the press bombarded them all.
"Captain Frederli, how are you coping with your injury?"
"Mr. Frederli, did you think it wise to abandon your team with only two chasers to score?"
"Robert Greene, what happened between you and Fassibinder?"
"Ms. Singleton, a comment."
"Montz, Sloan, how does it feel to be the two youngest players in this season?"
"Fred Smith, why didn't you stop that bludger?"
"Mr. Lee, how long do you see the team going without substitutes?"
"Mr. Frederli, Mr. Greene, are things better without your coach?"
"Ms. Montz, a word, please!"
The team pushed through the crowd, eventually ending up inside the Japanese Quidditch Office. They made their way to the front desk, and a quiet woman lead them to the head office.
"Mr. Satou, thank you for arranging rooms for us," Gioni greeted, bowing his head slightly. Satou was a tall man, with dark hair and a big smile.
"Frederli San, it is a pleasure to meet you," Satou said, bowing as well. "We just received results from Bulgaria." He handed over a folded paper.
"Thank you," Robert said, taking the paper.
"Kira will take you to your, ah, living space. Enjoy your stay," Satou told them. The quiet woman led them to a portkey, and they were transported to a building that resembled a hotel.
"If you need anything, call," the woman muttered.
"Thank you Miss, uh, pardon, I didn't catch your surname," Gioni said.
"Suzuki," she whispered, blushing. Gioni winked.
"Thank you, Ms. Suzuki." She turned and apparated.
"Open it," Debbi was prodding Robert.
"That's the captain's job," Robert told her. He held the paper over his head and passed it to Gioni, who tore it open.
"Jesus, we're first!" he cried. He hugged Robert and Debbi, then turned, and kissed Mary right on the mouth. They broke apart, and Gioni turned red, saying, "Awkward moment, time to go."
WEEK TWO MATCHES
USA vs. Germany (300, 30)
Australia vs. England (230, 100)
Bulgaria vs. Spain (40, 280)
Japan vs. Nordic (0, 170)
France Break
STANDINGS
1. USA 540
2. Australia 370
3. Spain 370
4. Bulgaria 330
5. France 300
6. Japan 290
7. Nordic 210
8. England 200
9. Germany 30
A/N: Sorry, forgot this! Here's the German translations.
You are filth!
Who's the filth now?
God damn you!