p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; background-image: initial; background-position: initial; background-size: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial;"strongspan style="color: #1a1a1a;"Rose/span/strong/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; background-image: initial; background-position: initial; background-size: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial;"span style="color: #1a1a1a;" /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; background-image: initial; background-position: initial; background-size: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial;"span style="color: #1a1a1a;"November arrives and with it, the first Quidditch game. I'm sitting with the Gryffindor house, and next to Ron, Hermione, and Hagrid. I finally get to see my first Quidditch match. In previous years, I've avoided the games even though I've wanted to be there. It was just simpler that way, not having to worry about sitting alone./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; background-image: initial; background-position: initial; background-size: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial;"span style="color: #1a1a1a;" /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; background-image: initial; background-position: initial; background-size: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial;"span style="color: #1a1a1a;"The game starts off without a hitch. I switch from looking at Oliver, defending all three hoops without breaking a sweat, it seems, and staring at Harry. For whatever reason, my eyes keep being drawn to him. I'm not sure why. It definitely feels to be more than just due to the fact that he's a celebrity in the wizard world, though. I've never been one to put much stock in celebrities./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; background-image: initial; background-position: initial; background-size: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial;"span style="color: #1a1a1a;" /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; background-image: initial; background-position: initial; background-size: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial;"span style="color: #1a1a1a;"Harry stays above the rest of the game, looking for the Snitch. He's a good three or four hundred feet in the air when his broom starts bucking back and forth. He leans forward on his broom, hugging it with his legs and arms, while trying to stay on. I don't take my eyes off of Harry for a second, not even when I hear Hermione mutter to Ron something about Professor Snape and jinxing. I just watch Harry, my hand on my wand, ready to help him if he falls. Fred and George are circling beneath him as well, and Oliver flies next to Harry, getting ready to pull him onto his broom if needed./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; background-image: initial; background-position: initial; background-size: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial;"span style="color: #1a1a1a;" /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; background-image: initial; background-position: initial; background-size: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial;"span style="color: #1a1a1a;"At one point, Harry slips off, holding onto his broom with both hands. He tries to swing himself back up, but the broom is moving too much for him to get back up. Oliver tries to fly beneath Harry, but Harry's legs are moving too much for it to be of much help. After what seems like an eternity, but was probably only a couple minutes, Harry's broom stops bucking, and he is able to climb back up. I breathe a sigh of relief along with him. Play resumes, but shortly after it does, Harry plunges downward. Harry speeds towards the ground, pulling up at the last second and speeds towards something… I can only assume it's the Snitch. Harry reaches his arm out… the tip of the broom drags along the grass of the Quidditch pitch, and Harry goes flying. When he sits up, he opens his mouth and the Snitch pops up, folding its wings neatly in his palm, and the Gryffindor side of the stands goes crazy, and I along with them./span/p
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p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; background-image: initial; background-position: initial; background-size: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial;"span style="color: #1a1a1a;" /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; background-image: initial; background-position: initial; background-size: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial;"span style="color: #1a1a1a;"November arrives and with it, the first Quidditch game. I'm sitting with the Gryffindor house, and next to Ron, Hermione, and Hagrid. I finally get to see my first Quidditch match. In previous years, I've avoided the games even though I've wanted to be there. It was just simpler that way, not having to worry about sitting alone./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; background-image: initial; background-position: initial; background-size: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial;"span style="color: #1a1a1a;" /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; background-image: initial; background-position: initial; background-size: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial;"span style="color: #1a1a1a;"The game starts off without a hitch. I switch from looking at Oliver, defending all three hoops without breaking a sweat, it seems, and staring at Harry. For whatever reason, my eyes keep being drawn to him. I'm not sure why. It definitely feels to be more than just due to the fact that he's a celebrity in the wizard world, though. I've never been one to put much stock in celebrities./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; background-image: initial; background-position: initial; background-size: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial;"span style="color: #1a1a1a;" /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; background-image: initial; background-position: initial; background-size: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial;"span style="color: #1a1a1a;"Harry stays above the rest of the game, looking for the Snitch. He's a good three or four hundred feet in the air when his broom starts bucking back and forth. He leans forward on his broom, hugging it with his legs and arms, while trying to stay on. I don't take my eyes off of Harry for a second, not even when I hear Hermione mutter to Ron something about Professor Snape and jinxing. I just watch Harry, my hand on my wand, ready to help him if he falls. Fred and George are circling beneath him as well, and Oliver flies next to Harry, getting ready to pull him onto his broom if needed./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; background-image: initial; background-position: initial; background-size: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial;"span style="color: #1a1a1a;" /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; background-image: initial; background-position: initial; background-size: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial;"span style="color: #1a1a1a;"At one point, Harry slips off, holding onto his broom with both hands. He tries to swing himself back up, but the broom is moving too much for him to get back up. Oliver tries to fly beneath Harry, but Harry's legs are moving too much for it to be of much help. After what seems like an eternity, but was probably only a couple minutes, Harry's broom stops bucking, and he is able to climb back up. I breathe a sigh of relief along with him. Play resumes, but shortly after it does, Harry plunges downward. Harry speeds towards the ground, pulling up at the last second and speeds towards something… I can only assume it's the Snitch. Harry reaches his arm out… the tip of the broom drags along the grass of the Quidditch pitch, and Harry goes flying. When he sits up, he opens his mouth and the Snitch pops up, folding its wings neatly in his palm, and the Gryffindor side of the stands goes crazy, and I along with them./span/p
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