ALULA (VOL. 3)
Time to put things into perspective- into order.
When a war has begun there's no waiting for children to group up. Alula Nova Black knows this too well. The last thing needed is a government who are corrupt in thinking everything is o...
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grawp
{1996}
The Great Hall
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The final match of the Quidditch season, Gryffindor versus Ravenclaw, was to take place on the last weekend of May. Although Slytherin had been narrowly defeated by Hufflepuff in their last match, Gryffindor was not daring to hope for victory, due mainly (though of course, nobody said it to him) to Ron's abysmal goal-keeping record. He, however, seemed to have found a new optimism.
'I mean, I can't get any worse, can I?' he told Harry, Alula and Hermione grimly over breakfast on the morning of the match. 'Nothing to lose now, is there?'
'You know,' said Hermione, as she, Alula and Harry walked down to the pitch a little later in the midst of a very excitable crowd, 'I think Ron might do better without Fred and George around. They never exactly gave him a lot of confidence.'
"Hmm," Alula mumbled, making sure she was distanced from Harry as the two were not talking.
Luna Lovegood overtook them with what appeared to be a live eagle perched on top of her head.
'Oh, gosh, I forgot!' said Hermione, watching the eagle flapping its wings as Luna walked serenely past a group of cackling and pointing Slytherins. 'Cho will be playing, won't she?'
Harry, who had not forgotten this, merely grunted.
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The Quidditch Stands
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They found seats in the topmost row of the stands. It was a fine, clear day; Ron could not wish for better, and Alula found herself hoping against hope that Ron would not give the Slytherins cause for more rousing choruses of 'Weasley is our King'.
Lee Jordan, who had been very dispirited since Fred and George had left, was commentating as usual. As the teams zoomed out on to the pitch he named the players with something less than his usual gusto.
'. . . Bradley . . . Davies . . . Chang,' he said, and Harry felt his stomach perform, less of a backflip, more a feeble lurch as Cho walked out onto the pitch, her shiny black hair rippling in the slight breeze... He was not sure what he wanted to happen anymore, not after what she had done to Alula. He had made such a fool of himself and Alula wouldn't speak to him. That is what hurt the most. He felt dim without her light.
'And they're off!' said Lee. 'And Davies takes the Quaffle immediately, Ravenclaw Captain Davies with the Quaffle, he dodges Johnson, he dodges Bell, he dodges Spinnet as well . . . he's going straight for a goal! He's going to shoot - and - and - ' Lee swore very loudly. 'And he's scored.'
