A/N: Here we go again! :D #2 of 250 or 1000. Enjoy!
Prompt #423: Turned the Tide
Turning the Tide
Roxanne Weasley stared in horror as the Ravenclaw chaser, Quaffle in hand, flew straight at Jennifer Richards, the Gryffindor Keeper, dove wildly, and hurled the Quaffle into the middle hoop.
"NO!" she shouted in frustration, kicking the air angrily. The Ravenclaw students cheered excitedly; they were up two hundred to one hundred and twenty, and the snitch was nowhere in sight.
Gritting her teeth, she swooped through the air, waiting for the Quaffle to be thrown to her. Ducking a bludger that her cousin James—one of the Gryffindor beaters—batted towards the Ravenclaws, she flew past Owen, her fellow chaser, just close enough that he could see her in his peripheral vision. A moment later, he hurled the quaffle behind him with all his might.
Roxanne saw it coming and, swerving spectacularly around two Ravenclaw chasers, she went into a dive and grabbed the Quaffle with her right hand, almost tumbling off of her broom in the process. Her heart pounding, the gasps and cheers of the crowd roaring in her ears, she took off towards the hoops, grinning as the fans began chanting loudly, "WEASLEY! WEASLEY! WEASLEY!"
And then, out of nowhere, a Bludger streaked in front of her eyes and knocked her left hand off her broom. She shrieked as she slipped sideways on her broom, flailing for the handle.
"ROXY!" James shouted, terror in his voice. She was headed straight for the hoops—she couldn't stop, she was going to crash right into them—
In a last ditch effort, she hurled the Quaffle blindly, aiming for abandoned hoop above her…
And impossibly, it flew through.
She grabbed the handle, hanging upside down on her broom like a sloth on a branch, and yanked it to the left. The broom jerked away from the hoop she had almost smashed into, but the swerve nearly swung her feet loose. Teeth bared with effort, she hoisted herself into a sitting position, gripping the broom with her knees as she repositioned her hands.
The crowd roared with excitement and she grinned excitedly at James and Owen.
Moments later, the Gryffindor seeker, Ethan Davis, after an intense chase against the Ravenclaw seeker, closed his fist on the wildly flapping golden Snitch to the joyous screams of the Gryffindors, and Roxanne touched down on the grass of the Quidditch pitch.
They had won.