"How could my love for her be wrong? Sure, it was odd to some people, but it was love just the same."
Since your first day at Hogwarts, there have been rumors about that strange Lovegood girl who wears mismatched clothes and talks about creatures th...
"You should come see the quidditch match tonight," George (or Fred) said to us over lunch one day. The rest of us looked at each other in confusion.
"All of you," he continued, "for Gryffindor. We're up against Slytherin." Rory stopped eating.
"Sorry, but what the hell is quidditch?" he asked.
"I keep forgetting you're muggleborn," one of the twins answers. "It's a wizard sport that involves flying about on brooms and it's loads of fun. The game starts at 4, go to the Gryffindor bleachers when you get there." I knew the basics of quidditch, I just never bothered to follow it. Our quidditch field was a little ways away from the castle, and it had four sets of bleachers, each one painted a different house's colors.
"Which position?" I ask, leaning my elbows on the table.
"Both of us are beaters," Fred (or George) says. "Rory, what's that muggle sport with a bat?"
"Uhm...baseball?" he suggested.
"Yeah, that's right. Bein' a beater is sort of like that, we have bats and we knock the bludgers away from our team and towards the other team."
"And bludgers are...?"
"A big iron ball the size of your head," I answer. "They fly about on their own, knocking players off their brooms." The twins look over at me, impressed.
"Didn't know you followed quidditch, Loesser," George (or Fred) said.
"I don't. I was part of an underground children's league when I was little, and that's about it. I was the keeper, I think." I turn to Rory. "A keeper is like the goalie on a football team." He nods, trying to understand.
"Quidditch sounds awful dangerous, what with speeding around on broomsticks fifty feet in the air and flying iron balls. Don't you worry about getting hurt?" Rory asked.
"Wounds heal, don't they?" said one.
"Yeah, small price to pay for being the most famous people in Gryffindor," the other chimes in.
"When my dad was a student here he had a roommate who broke three ribs getting hit in the gut with a bludger. Famous for almost getting yourselves killed is more like it," Ced says. Cora's eyes widen.
"Has anyone ever, like...died?" she asked tentatively.
"Not that I know of. It'd prob'ly be banned if a student died," Cedric answered.
"So are you going or not?" Fred (or George) asked us. We look around at each other and shrug; why not? The clock struck twelve and lunch hour was over, so we gathered our books and went our separate ways to classes.
"And wear red!" I hear one of the twins call after me. For the rest of the school day I can think of nothing else.
~Later~
After rooting through my trunk for an excessive amount of time, I'd decided on a red jumper I got for Christmas and a plaid skirt with a pair of boots. The snow on the ground outside was melted enough so that they wouldn't get dirty, and I'd been dying to wear them since I ordered them from a magazine. Suddenly there's a knock on my door.
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