It's a Rough Game Quidditch
RATED M
Disclaimer: Duhn, duhn, duuuuuuhn. Not mine!
A/N: I was at camp, then I had some family problems, sorry it took so long! We're almost ready for an interesting twist I've been battling for a while. It's coming up.
Chapter Thirteen
Week Twelve
"I still don't believe it," Wood said, shaking his head. The team was packing up for Spain. "How the hell do you women do that?" Potter glared at him.
"How the hell do you men get so stupid?" she shot at him, slamming the team notebooks into her trunk.
"What about stupid men?" Debbie asked, fastening her trunk to her broom.
"Who cares?" Mary asked, taking Gioni's method and shrinking her trunk. "I mean, they are exactly that. Stupid men."
"Oh, we're stupid, are we?" Fred replied. "After we've been the stereotypical providers for thousands of years."
"Do you hear yourself when you talk?" Debbie asked, finishing the latch. "Seriously."
"Stereotypical, my arse," Potter muttered. Only Brandon and Cuyler were missing from the group now.
"Where'd Cuy go?" Debbie asked after a few more banters. "He was one of the first ones up, wasn't he?"
"Oh!" Gioni exclaimed. "He went to get some maintenance materials. Said it couldn't wait. Brandon went with him."
"Great," Debbie moaned. "I'm already freezing my ass off! Now we have to wait for them."
"Quit complaining," Wood threatened. "Or else everyone is getting a Cheering Charm up their arses."
"I could do with one right now," Debbie challenged, but all the same, she turned away quietly.
"What's her problem?" Gioni whispered to Mary.
"Oh, nothing major," she giggled. "Nothing you need to worry about anyway."
"Do I want to know?" Gioni asked.
"Nodda," Mary answered, winking at him. Cuyler and Brandon came over just then.
"Thanks for showing up, guys," Debbie whined, toying with the latch of her trunk.
"Hey, we're here now, okay?" Cuyler snapped, turning to the coaches. "How long 'till departure, then?"
"Eh, we don't need to be in Spain for a while, so I guess when everyone is ready we'll go over by Portkey." Wood knew the team would have loved to fly, but he wanted to get there as fast as possible to have a conference with Potter and Gioni. Cuyler nodded and went to finish packing.
"The sooner, the better," Debbie muttered. Wood turned to her.
"That's quite enough, Montz," he barked. "I don't know what crawled up your arse, but it needs to quit right now." Debbie rolled her eyes and walked over to Mary. Potter approached him.
"The Officials just sent word that we can go whenever now," she said. Wood was staring ahead.
"You know what I hate, Gin? I hate how this is the best bloody team I've ever seen, and yet they all make so many problems for themselves." He turned to the group just as Cuyler rejoined them. "We have the okay to go ahead. Are we all ready?" His eyes focused on Debbie.
"Ever so ready," she replied. Cuyler looked over, but she glared right back at Wood. This was a battle she was not going to lose.
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"Okay, so let me get it straight," Gioni muttered, taking Wood's notebook. They were sitting in a conference room in the Spanish Quidditch Office. Potter entered, a mug of coffee for each of them. "These x's are Greene and Montz, and they're going to go up like this while I hover and wait for the spike. Meanwhile, this q is Mary, and she's going to be going this way?"
"You've got it mate," Potter said. "Just explain that to your team and you'll have an amazing set up."
"Got it," Gioni said, standing to go find Mary.
"And Frederli, whatever is up with Montz, find it out and fix it," Wood grunted. Gioni's harsh face fell into confusion.
"Can't Ginny do it? She's a woman," he whined. Potter slapped his shoulder.
"That was completely sexist," she growled. "Besides, you are captain. I'm merely here to assist you in your decisions, as is Wood. The personal bullshit is yours." Gioni groaned and accepted the responsibility.
Upon returning to the hot campsite, Gioni saw Debbie and Cuyler arguing over a tent. He sighed, running a hand through his messy black hair.
"What the crap is it about this time?" he roared, and they both jumped, neither knowing that he was there.
"She's being completely unrealistic and all I did was ask a few questions," Cuyler groaned.
"He's blowing everything out of proportion and he's way too impatient," Debbie replied quietly. There was a sharp tension between the two.
"This is more than just about a tent, isn't it you two?" Gioni asked. Cuyler stared down at his feet, and Debbie nodded lightly. Gioni turned and searched for one of the others. "Hey, Smith! Come over here and set up the ladies' tent while we go for a walk." Smith opened his mouth to protest, but Gioni was already on his way, guiding Debbie and Cuyler by their arms down the street of wizarding Spain.
"This isn't neccessary, Captain," Cuyler stated, yanking from Gioni.
"I think it is, man," Gioni replied. "Okay, I don't care how personal it is, just tell me why you two are in such a crappy mood."
"He wants to date me, and I said I'll think about it, and then automatically I'm just putting it off in his eyes. That's all," Debbie mumbled. Gioni almost laughed.
"No, that's not how it went," Cuyler said. "I did ask her out, and she didn't answer, so when I presumed it was a no, she got mad at me." Gioni was prepared to dissolve in a fit of hysteria. However, he had the strongest poker face on that side of the planet.
"Honestly, you two, we all had assumed you've been dating all year," he commented. They passed a Spanish beggar woman, and when Gioni dropped a galleon into her bowl, her eyes grew wide.
"Gracias! Gracias!" she almost cried. Gioni smiled. It felt good to be good. They continued walking down the street.
"I don't really care how you two solve this, but if you don't get this settled before our game on Wednesday, I'll turn your asses over to Potter and Wood. Understand?"
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"He was right, you know," Cuyler whispered, finding a spot next to Debbie. She had been sitting alone along the beach that was located near the Quidditch Stadium.
"Gioni?" she asked, not looking at him.
"Yeah. The crap needs to end here. You need your time, so I'll give it to you." Debbie looked over at him with a smile.
"Thank you."
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"And the United States team wins, 340 to 80!" The translator was screaming, excited about the amazing match. Gioni gathered his team in the air.
"Alright, guys! Let's go home and celebrate!" Gioni roared. Potter and Wood were beaming from their spots, and the crowd was cheering. The team was now more than 2000 points in the lead.
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WEEK TWELVE MATCHES
USA vs Spain (340, 80)
Japan vs England (150, 10)
France vs. Nordic (260, 20)
Germany vs Australia (80, 250)
Bulgaria Break
STANDINGS
1. USA 4050
2. England 1950
3. Bulgaria 1830
4. Japan 1740
5. France 1550
6. Australia 1530
7. Spain 1390
8. Nordic 1310
9. Germany 1150
A/N: To Erik's Other Lover, Germany's at the bottom just to taunt you now. Muahaha. This is an advertisement to vote for your favorite country to possibly sway the standings. Just leave a comment and I may work things into your favor.