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Quidditch

Hi lovelys!! It's been so long and I am so so sorry!! I moved and have settled in but I have had major writers block so I hope you enjoy reading this!

Harry POV:

We all stood in a small room waiting for professor Lupin. When he strode in it made me think that it was i much nicer stride than professor Snape's stride.
"The boggart!" He announced to the class. "A dangerous beast to those who don't know how to repel it!" A few students gasped and others sneered. "Neville! How about you come up!" Neville practically shrunk at his name.
"Ok..." he said walking to the front.
"Alright Neville come up here, that's right! Now what do you fear?"
"Professor Snape" he said quietly, a few people giggled but professor Lupin seemed to engorge the giggling and said
"Ah, yes professor Snape is a threatening man, now you live with your godmother, yes, good I want you to think of her clothes, Just her clothes and say, ridiculous!"
"Uhh ok" Neville said a bit unsure. Snape came out of the dresser and then "ridiculous!" And boom there was Snape in an old dress and red handbag. Laughter rang through the room. No one was dubious of this now.
"Excellent! Now who's next?" We all got in line and slowly people began. It was super cool. Once it was my turn I stood there. Sorta ready what am I gonna see? I thought as I stood in-front of the dresser. At first Voldemort's face popped into my head. His sneering face from first year, then the cold soul sucking feeling filled my bones, the dementor. My breath caught as the cloth Bonney figure almost seeped out of the dresser. People gasped, I took a step back. Professor Lupin leaped in front of my, the boggart changed to his fear but I don't know what it was. My head was spinning but I did manage to hear professor Lupin tell us all to leave. I stumble out feeling incredibly cold. For the next few days I felt sorta strange like I was walking through a dream. Why did my life have to be so different than other peoples. Like why didn't I get something normal to be afraid of like the dark or spiders or (in Hermione's case) a failing grade. But no, I had to think of a dementor in that exact moment. Great. And right when the Gryffindor vs Slytherin match was a day away. This is great for my mental health. Just great...

Draco pov

The morning of the match was overcast and looked like it could possibly rain. Wonderful. I'm being sarcastic. Obviously. But we can beat Gryffindor in any weather. (Don't look at our past games the author has favorites we are better) we walked out on the field it was wet and cut really thin but it was still evenly green everywhere. Magic for you. Gryffindor came out after us the red portion of the crowd (it was to high up to see faces) cheered for their team and the green side boo'd. the yellow and blue stands where just a full (everyone knew Gryffindor and Slytherin had the best quidditch teams) but the cheers vs boos where more divided. How could anyone cheer for such a ridiculous team! Their captain Oliver Wood was quidditch obsessed, the Weasley twins where a joke riding on brooms built maybe a hundred years ago. The chasers where all average (for a Gryffindor) and then there was potter. My eyes drifted to him then. He looked tired like he had not slept in a week. I remember seeing him at the first dinner caught up in laughing at him for fainting I had noticed he looked thin and not in a 'natural' way but it was different than when I had seen him last year. Last year he was lean but never looked under fed. But he also always looked thinner after the summer. Hm? Well that is an idea to think about later. Now it's time to play!

Hi lovelys! I hoped you enjoyed the chapter. One yes I know Gryffindor didn't play Slytherin but I thought it would be better for the plot (I actually just forgot but it worked out!) two, how are you?
Are you drinking enough water?
Have you done something exiting recently?
Have you gotten out of bed today?
I hope you all have a great day or night!