Written In the Stars ⭒ Sirius Black

Chapter Forty Seven: SLYTHERIN vs GRYFFINDOR

The rain battered down, thundering against the tent. Opal moved a curtain aside looking at the grey clouds as lightning struck the sky. She was hoping the game would be cancelled but no such luck.

She turned back around to the team.

"Okay despite the rain and the lightning this is a very important match. If we score four hundred points we beat Slytherin and we win the Quidditch cup." she told them. "James, Sirius I need you both to be on high alert when I throw the Quaffle you need to catch it, do not let it fall into the Slytherin's reach."

"Opes, you know we never miss the Quaffle."

"Benjy and Marls, make sure you knock as many Slytherins off their brooms, go for their chasers, less work for our team."

"You got it boss." Benjy saluted.

"Glenda, please don't let more than five goals in, I'm begging you."

Glenda nodded.

"And Nas, you need to go after the snitch after we've scored three hundred and fifty, that way we're at the top of the leader board. Make the other seeker think you've had your eyes on it the entire match, also good luck, it's quite dull out there."

Nasreen nodded.

The curtain pulled back and Killian walked in, soaking from the rain. "Hooch said the game is still on unless either team pulls out."

Opal shook her head. "We're not forfeiting unless Slytherin does."

"I don't think that's going to happen." Killian shook his head, he took a hold of her shoulder. "Listen, the manager for the Cannons is in the crowd."

Opal raised her brows. "Do you think he-"

"He's here to scout, he knows you're on the team and he knows you're a brilliant player– his words not mine."

A small worry began to grow in her stomach.

"Don't panic, just play how you usually play and you don't have to worry." he said, giving her a hopeful smile. "And it doesn't matter if you don't get onto the Cannons-"

"You played for the Cannons-"

"Yes, but there's better teams out there. Don't rely on just one, okay. You're an excellent player, and one day you'll be playing for England."

Opal grinned up at her father. "Thanks for the heads up, Dad."

"Good luck, make us proud, okay?" Killian said, before leaving the tent. "Oh and Amethyst is in the crowd as well, she wanted to watch."

"Okay, get your brooms and let's get out there." Opal said, taking the lead and swooping onto the pitch. She could hardly see Madam Hooch flying towards her with the Slytherin captain.

"Good luck, no foul play," she said as the two captains shook hands.

Moments later they were in full game mode, Opal had already gotten the Quaffle and was hurtling towards the goalposts.

"I think Wings is already about to score the first goal-" Liam McKinnon's voice echoed through the pitch. "TEN POINTS TO GRYFFINDOR!"

The fog only began to get worse, she could no longer see the crowd half an hour after the game started Benjy called for a time out.

"What's wrong, Ben? We're in the lead." Opal said, as the team made their way back into the tent.

"We can't continue, we're hardly getting any points, Marls and I can't even see the bludgers."

"If we forfeit we lose the cup automatically, I'm not willing to lose because of a bit of rain."

"Wings, one of us is going to end up injured, not just from the game, I had to avoid lightning moments ago-"