A/N: Lisa is in the zone. Go Lisa! Words: 200
Prompt: One drabble must be written in first person
I had won my last two matches and was now in the semi-finals. James had been doing great as well and was at the Ravenclaw table in the other semi-final game.
Penelope smacked her 2 of Hearts onto the smoking pile. Thomas played his 2 of Clubs gingerly, his fingers covered in soot. Lara held her 3 of Clubs by a smoldering corner and dropped it quickly.
Now it was my turn. I could tell the pile was about to burst, but I couldn't let it explode on me. I pulled out my 3 of Hearts and dropped it on the precarious pile. It wavered, the smoke thickened, and all of us jumped back wary of the explosion. Then it stopped and I let out a short breath.
Just before Penelope was to play, the pile exploded in my face. My eyebrows were singed and my face was scalded. I screamed, scrubbing at my face furiously with my blackened hands.
The Ravenclaw seventh year came and escorted me to get treated. I looked around and saw David at the empty Hufflepuff table, giving me a sad smile.
I frowned, my face still smarting and my hands sooty. I had failed.