Defense Against The Dark Arts

Quidditch: The broomstick one.

31st December 2022

It's going to be weird writing 2023 for the date next year! I hope everyone has a wonderful 2023! (Lets see what disaster it brings us) Not particularly sure where Percy was going in this chapter. Because of him, I had to change a lot of my notes for the future chapters. It's going to be a wildish ride.

"There's going to be a quidditch match on Thursday," Harry mentions one day after class. "It's us against the Slytherins. You going to watch?"

"Quidditch?" I mouth to Percy

"The broomstick one," He replies back.

"Oh, yeah, quidditch. Yeah, we're free this Thursday, aren't we?" I say, meanwhile, the only thought going through my head being what sort of name is quidditch?

"Yeah, we'll be there. What time does it start?" Percy asks.

"Half five. Not sure how long it will last though," Harry replies, and quickly jogs out, having noticed that he has another class to get to.

November 2nd brings about a cloudy day, with a high chance of rain and a small chance of any sun, as I've found it often is in Britain, and everyone seems extremely excited, due to the first quidditch match of the year happening in the evening.

It's hard to miss the gigantic swarm of people at half four as they make their way down to the quidditch pitch, some looking more happy than others to watch - or for some, to play in the match.

"I mean, I can see the appeal of the game - kind of like basketball, but on a broom, but playing in the air? It's like they want to die!" Percy scoffs from next to me, as the game kicks off. We've managed to find fairly good seats, unfortunately having to be with the other teachers, but there is a good view, with no tall people in front of us to block us from seeing anything.

I nod vigorously in agreement. "And with some people hitting them with balls on purpose! These guys seem to think they are invincible!"

"They wouldn't even let us use proper javelins when I went to school. They were made out of foam," Percy comments. "Most of us just ended up hitting each other with them as though they were swords."

"That sounds very fun, Perce. Please tell me more about it so I don't have to watch this," I say, twisting around to properly face him so I can't see what's going on. Zeus dislikes us so much that he would probably smite them out of the sky just because we're near them, and I don't want to raise the odds.

Percy rolls his eyes at my attempt to distract myself from watching kids fly about on sticks, but the sound of a booing crowd is slightly more distracting than Percy's old high school. They seem to be singing a song too, but I can't tell what the words are.

"Why are they all screaming? They take this very seriously," I comment. One quarter of the school - the Slytherins, look extremely smug, whilst the rest of the school seem to be taking the goal as a grave sin.

A few goals, a lot of fouls and some extremely dodgy moves later, Harry somehow manages to catch the minuscule golden ball, known as the snitch (By now, I've decided not to be confused at any of the names the magic folk have come up with)

A whistle blows loudly, most likely magically enhanced, and the match is over.

"I don't really want to say that was a waste of time, " Percy says, "But we could have literally been doing anything else. Maybe this school should start more sports clubs for those who are rightly wary of sports in the air."

I nod in agreement, and then more shouting draws my attention to the ground, where a fight seems to have started. "Hey Perce, I think things have suddenly got a lot more interesting!"