The Morrigan, Mysterious Goddess
The Mórrigan, usually referred to with the definite article, was a great warrior-queen goddess in Irish-Celtic mythology. She was most associated with inciting war, then stirring up the fury and frenzy of battle, and...
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As they entered November, the weather turned very cold. The mountains around the school became icy gray and the lake like chilled steel. Every morning the ground was covered in frost. Hagrid could be seen from the upstairs windows defrosting broomsticks on the Quidditch field, bundled up in a long moleskin overcoat, rabbit fur gloves, and enormous beaver-skin boots.
The Quidditch season had begun. On Saturday, it would be Morrigan's first time watching a Quidditch match, the only reason she was going was because it was Gryffindor versus Slytherin. "So, what you are saying, is that if Gryffindor win, they will move up into second place in the house championship?" Morrigan questioned, as her and Regulus sat inside the Great Hall eating a warm breakfast.
It was really lucky that Regulus knew a lot about Quidditch, he had spent most of his time teaching Morrigan everything he knew. She was sure how she would have gotten incredibly lost during her first game. He had even gotten her Quidditch Through the Ages, which turned out to be a very interesting read.
Morrigan had learned that there were seven hundred ways of committing a Quidditch foul and that all of them had happened during a World Cup match in 1473; that Seekers were usually the smallest and the fastest players, and that most serious Quidditch accidents seemed to happen to them; that although people rarely died playing Quidditch, referees had been known to vanish and turn up months later in the Sahara Desert.
The Great Hall was full of the delicious smell of fried sausages and the cheerful chatter of everyone looking forward to a good Quidditch match.
"It'll be interesting to see how this game goes," Morrigan said with a gentle smile as she bit into her toast.
By eleven o' clock the whole school seemed to be out in the stands around the Quidditch pitch. Many students had binoculars. The seats might be raised high in the air, but it was still difficult to see what was going on sometimes.
Morrigan and Regulus were joined by the other first years. They were all well dressed for the cold weather, Regulus having gone the extra mile and placed a cute beanie atop Morrigan's head. She was the cutest anyone had ever seen, as her cheeks turned red from the chilly weather, her emerald eyes wide as she watched everything going on around her. She watched the way the Gryffindor's sneered in the Slytherins direction, which she wondered what truly happened for the two houses to dislike each other, she watched both Professor Snape and Professor McGonagall make a bet on who would win this match, she even watched how Ronald Weasley and Hermione Granger boast about their house.
The cheers became louder as the teams stepped out onto the field, before flying up into the air. Madam Hooch was refereeing. She stood in the middle of the field waiting for the two teams, her broom in her hand.
"Now, I want a nice fair game, all of you," she said, once they were all gathered around her. Morrigan took note that she seemed to be speaking particularly to the Slytherin Captain, Marcus Flint, a sixth year. Morrigan had point blank told Marcus Flint one night that he looked like he had some troll blood in him. He deserved it after he disrespected her for her blood-status.
