Magic Within Us - An Ateez Hogwarts AU

Accident and Injury

San sat at the Gryffindor table and picked at the scrambled eggs on his plate. Nervousness swept up and down his body and the itchiness of his Quidditch sweater wasn't helping matters either.

He felt a hand rest on his shoulder and looked up to see Yunho smiling down at him. "San San, Nervous for your first match today?"

"Nah," San bluffed. "I've never been so calm."

"You're not fooling anyone," said Mingi as he joined them standing beside Yunho. "You look paler than a vampire."

"Yeah well I heard Vampires are really good at quidditch so I'd say that's a good thing, wouldn't you?" retorted San with a smile up at Mingi. He glanced between Yunho and Mingi to see neither was looking at the other.

"Well," Yunho patted San's shoulder again. "Just be grateful that you're not against Hufflepuff, we would cream you."

"Oh you wish." Hongjoong spoke up in disbelief from his spot next to San.

"I gotta go, Good luck!" Yunho called as he walked away and caught the attention of another Hufflepuff.

They all watched Yunho leave. San turned back to Mingi. "Is he still not speaking to you?"

"Yeah. Good luck San. You'll do great," Mingi seemed distracted as he spoke, turned and walked off in the other direction.

San watched him leave and his eyes scanned the great hall, across the room he made eye contact with Wooyoung. They both smiled briefly at each other before San turned to his eggs. He poked his fork into the eggs and shoveled them into his mouth.

His Friendship with Wooyoung was odd. Outside of their practices they didn't really speak but during the hour or two every couple evenings they had grown closer and closer.

***

"Alright team," Emmett spoke out loud to the team in the Gryffindor locker room. "Today is our first match and the weather isn't perfect, a little cloudy and windy. But that won't stop us from a win today. Warren, Sackitt, and Bafort remember our formations we practiced. Choi," Emmett called everyone by their last name. "Make sure you don't catch the snitch right away, let us get well ahead first. Head off the Slytherin seeker if you need to." He paused to look everyone in the eye. "Slytherin will play dirty, they always do, but we don't need any extra penalties so don't interact."

San grasped his broom tightly in his hand and stood up, ready to head out the flapping curtains onto the quidditch pitch. They all waited in their lineup until they heard the drum beats beckoning them out.

Emmett had been right, the weather wasn't perfect. In fact it was downright awful. The wind whipped at their robes and pulled at their brooms. The clouds overhead looked like they were about to rain any second.

"This will be fun," whispered Sean Blackburne from beside him, the other beater on the Gryffindor team.

"Yeah, fun." San chuckled sarcastically in response. Emmett was walking to the center of the pitch to shake hands with the Slytherin captain, a girl half Emmett's size who looked as if she had a bad snaggletooth that gave her a permanent grimace.

They all heard the faint whistle of the referee and they all mounted their brooms waiting for the second whistle so they could kick off and begin the game.

San could only thank Merlin that visibility was good, it was hard enough to see the snitch in good weather, in the rain it was almost impossible.

They heard the whistle and all of them shot into the air, racing to positions or towards the balls that were suddenly flying through the air.