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08 ✧ The First Quidditch Game and Winners

1977 November __________________ ׂׂૢ་༘࿐

"Slytherin, I expect big things from you all!" Alexander yelled loudly. "We're facing Gryffindor today, let's bait the lions from their den into the snake nest!" Everyone cheered, Alex was always rather good at making speeches, everyone acknowledged that and usually Slytherin always did better once Alex was yelling about random shit. "Let's go out there and kick some ass!"

Slytherin began whooping and roaring with excitement, the commentators did as they were supposed too and announced the teams and their captains, taking a short amount of time to explain the game - something they did quite often, as some first years were muggles who had very slim knowledge of the wizard world prior to their acceptance. 

"Good luck, Y/N." Regulus whispered to Y/N as they were flying out onto the field next to each other. 

"Good luck to you too, do you prefer Reggie or Useless?" She teased as she flew next to him, setting up their formation. 

"The latter!" He yelled while preparing himself for the game, the two laughed and heard the countdown. The game was about to begin. 

"Now, begin!" The coach from below yelled at the top of her lungs, the quaffle was released and that's all Y/N had her eyes on. As a chaser, she had one priority, getting the quaffle and shoving it up the ass of Gryffindor losers. 

She immediately grabbed one as soon as possible, weaving through the different assortments of players that were trying to gain the ball. The Slytherin beater was practically following her, as all the Gryffindor beaters were aiming for her and her alone. 

Without her noticing, a bludger came up from below her broom, she had barely any time to react, so like it was something she did often, she threw the quaffle up in the air, clutched the broom with both of her hands ever so tightly and kicked the quaffle into the hoop with both her feet. 

"There goes Y/N L/N!" A commentator yelled. "Another magnificent play from Slytherin's prized chaser!" Slytherin, Ravenclaw and quite a bit of Hufflepuff all cheered from excitement. "That's ten points for Slytherin!"

Regardless of how complicated that was to do and how proud she was, her broom snapped in half, she barely managed to miss the bludger, getting nicked in the face by its very outer edge. Her screams sounded throughout the entire stadium.

"God, you're such a klutz!" Regulus yelled as he swooped by and balanced his broom, managing to keep his composure regardless of the added weight that sudden swamped his broom. 

"My-my broom!" Y/N exclaimed, more worried about how her broom was far more messed up than she was. "I would have been okay if I got a concussion or something but not my broom!" 

"Slytherin's new seeker, Regulus Black, managed to catch Y/N L/N just in time!" The other commentator yelled, both of the boys over excited by how unpredictable Slytherin was being in the first ten minutes of the game. 

"Darling!" A familiar voice called from the Gryffindor team yelled. "Are you okay?" The voice was Sirius Black, before Y/N got the chance to answer, Regulus sped off, taking Y/N with him. 

"I'm gonna put you on the ground now." Regulus told her. "Okay?" Ignoring his brother's pet name entirely. If he dared speak about it they would end up in another argument about Regulus and his petty jealousy. 

"Just focus on catching the snitch, okay?" Y/N huffed. 

"I'll be quicker if your fat ass gets off my broom." Regulus mumbled under his breath. 

"Just because my ass isn't a pancake like yours doesn't mean it's fat, the next insult you say and I'm jumping off this broom." The H/C haired girl threatened, putting a hand to her forehead. He rolled his eyes in response, getting closer to the ground.