Bailee Potter

Intermission

(Bailee's Third Year at the quidditch game)

Bailee was sweating slightly as she waited under the quidditch stadium bleachers. Her firebolt in hand she paced back and forth. Rain pelted the red tarp above her and thunder clapped in the distance. Bailee continued to pace back and forth. She looked up to see Oliver walking towards her. He placed a hand on her shoulder.
"You gonna be alright? He asked.
"Yeah, just nervous." she replied
"Yeah... a bit of a shame the rain picked up, gonna be a nasty game."
Bailee stared at him with an annoyed look on her face.
"I'm not helping am I? He asked
"No." she responded.
"Don't worry, you always do great. Just catch the snitch quickly and the game will be over." he patted her on the shoulder and walked away.
"That's not as easy as it sounds." she whispered under her breath.
She began to hear cheering and roaring from the stands which meant it was time.
Bailee's heart was racing as she stepped out onto the field, broomstick in hand. Everyone mounted their brooms and the game began. Bailee shot upwards into the air high and higher until she got a good shot of the field. Her eyes darted around as she searched for the snitch. She saw the other seeker Cedric Digory flying around too, searching for the snitch. She always thought he was kinda cute and they were sorta friends but she didn't know how she really felt about him. She continued her search for the snitch as she zoomed around the field. Rain droplets stung her face as she zipped around the field. 5 minutes passed when a little golden streak whizzed past her ear. She flew after it, gaining speed faster and faster. Digory was right behind her flying fast but not fast enough. The snitch turned direction, flying straight up into the sky. Bailee, being determined as she was, followed it. It was just out of her reach. Lightning crackled around her. She turned behind her to see Digory's broom get struck by lightning and his hair crackle with electricity. She turned her flicks back to the snitch. Clouds swirled around her and she felt the air get eerily cold. No one could see her from all the way up here. She reached out her hand. The snitch was just beyond her finger tips. She lunged forward and caught it in her hand. 'Yes!' She thought, not realizing she was still speeding higher and higher from the ground. Just then out of the corner of her eye she saw a black mass zip past her. 'Oh shit' she thought. More dementors flew around her. Fifty, maybe a hundred more. She turned on her broom trying to get back down to the ground when she was face to face with ugly mouth of another dementor. She felt it as the happiness was sucked away from her. A chill spread all over her body. She could feel her life slowly leaving her. Her body went limp and she slipped off her broom. When she woke up again she was falling fast through the dark clouds. Wind whipped through her hair. She saw the stadium come into view. As she blacked in and out she heard screams from the stadium and the distant echo of her name.