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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
Quidditch Trial 11 by RayeofsuMikella sat on her broom, her fingers clutching the handle, her eyes set. She watched the referee, and watched the Quaffle hungrily.
Mikella was not used to this sport. Not only was she a Mudblood girl, and played soccer and football, but she was American. She was used to Quadpot for the few years she was at an American Wizardry school, until her muggle parents met a recording publisher out in England, and decided that they want their daughter somewhere near them, even if she was in a castle that they could not see.
But in America, Wizards played quad pot. It was similar to Quidditch, except they had 22 people in the air, 11 for each team. But, instead of three goal hoops, they had one big pot on each side. And instead of a Quaffle, they had a smaller ball called a Quad. This quad was different, because it could explode in your face at any moment. Whoever's hands it was in when it exploded, that player was out of the game. Well, it would be fine if M
All Here For A ReasonI turned onto a shady, well-manicured driveway that, for all intents and purposes, looked harmless enough. Maple trees lined both sides of the street, and a parade of Canadian geese marched across the road to a wide duck pond with a flamboyant fountain. There were blooming crepe myrtles and rose-of-sharons, and as I grew closer to my destination, neatly trimmed gardens with neatly trimmed bushes.
I stopped to let the geese pass. They looked at me; one hissed. I honked my horn and moved around them.
At the end of the road sat a collection of grayish buildings and a number of signs directing me to the appropriate parking lot. "Welcome to Ten Creeks Hospital," said one of them. "Please enjoy your stay." I parked in the visitor's lot. Surely I wouldn't be staying.
I was shaking when I got out of my car. I had spent the morning getting high. One foot in front of the other, flip-flop noises, hot sidewalk. Mulberry and magnolia trees, freshly shaved grass. A bench and pan for smokers. A set o
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