Humbrøl

Chapter 1: First glance

POV: Ludo
I walked towards the quidditch stadium. Through the gates, and into the tunnel. The captain said something about mounting our brooms, but all I could hear was this loud voice coming from the pit.

"And in the most beautiful shade of green... KENMARE KESTRELS!!!"

Must be the commentator, I thought, Such an engaging voice...

My thoughts were interrupted as I got a hard shove in the back by one of my teammates.

"Come on! He's gonna say Wimborne Wasps soon!" He yelled through the screaming crowd, whose yells were almost deafening inside the tight tunnel.

I mounted my broom quickly and got ready to fly out. Then...

"... and it's the WIMBORNE WASPS!!!"

I smirked at the loud, almost... nice-sounding voice of the commentator, and flew as quickly as I could out into the screaming crowd.

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POV: Bjarte
I held my breath as the Wasps flew out and into the pit. They did their little fly-around the field. The crowd silenced a little for me to introduce the team.

"Wimborne Wasps, everyone!" I yelled into my microphone, "captain Herman Merman Church! Don't worry folks! Name is not race, so he won't suffocate on this engaging air!"

People roared with laughter, which gave me at least two seconds to look down at my notes.

Ludo Humbug,
20 years anniversary,
beater,

"Aaaaandd! Wimborne's own Ludo Humbug! Whom have been a beater for the Wasps for 20 YEARS, EVERYONE! Give him an applause!"

As the crowd clapped like crazy people, I looked over to the flying beater. Curly blond hair, yellow suit, bat in his hand.
Quite handsome, I thought. Strong hands, good build... not so bad, huh, Humbug?

I almost got too lost my thoughts, I missed when the judge blew into her whistle.

"AAAND WE ARE ON, EVERYONE!"

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POV: Ludo

"... And then the ghost said, 'At least I haven't got too many legs!!!'!"

My teammates laughed as I finished my joke. I smiled widely, and looked around the room. Some reporters trying to get through the flood of people, a few Kestrels players in the corner, trying to figure out what went wrong, and...

I turned all my attention the tall, suit-dressed man standing at the entrance of the bar. He looked around with a big, obnoxious smile around his mouth.
I scrunched my nose. Ugh, another reporter probably...

His tight, grey suit shifted as he looked around the big room. His eyes fluttering from person to person, his huge smile never fading. And after some time, his eyes landed on me. His obnoxious smile faded and was replaced with... a real smile.

Weird.

He started struggling his way through the thick mass of people towards me. Or at least my team and I. What does he want from us?