Love of Sport by cranberrymeloIt was the first game of the season, Slytherin versus Ravenclaw. Seas of blue and green filled the stadium as the game was about to start. The day was perfect for Quidditch. The skies were clear with a light breeze, and there was no cloud to rain down the field. Both teams were filing into their respective changing rooms, ready to play for their houses victory.
Leoneda stood separately from her team, who were changing into their uniforms. She was just standing by the door, hand in her hair, looking at the goal posts in front of her, wishing she could be the one guarding them.
It wasnt that she wasnt good during the tryouts, it was just that there was someone better than her. Leoneda was better suited as Slytherin beater.
It was then that her friend, fellow Slytherin Denebola came racing into the changing room, with none other than Ladon. It was strange. This was the first game of the season and Denebola would have less time changing. Yet the stranger thing was that sh
Quidditch Trial 13 by GrievousDo you know what they call Quidditch in Norway?
They dont call it Quidditch?
Then what do they call it?
There was a pause.
Why do they call it that?
I dont know. Maybe for the same reason football and soccer get mixed up in the States.
There was another pause.
So, Im guessing that youre completely freaking out, right?
Im reading a month-old magazine aloud at two-thirty-five in the morning. Yes, I think its safe to say that Im completely freaking out.
Well just wait until were out on the pitch to freak out. By then itll be too late to do anything, and everything will work out.
There are so many things that could go horribly wrong. I could write a book series about how m