Divine Violence

The Quidditch Match

The Quidditch Match

"Prissy, we are going to be late!"

"Yeah, come on, P. Harry's not gonna be happy if we aren't at the game," Hermione added on as her and the boy stood in front of Priscilla on the couch in the common room.

"I can't believe we are going, do you see the weather outside?" She threw her arms in the direction of the large window. "First off, there is a freaking hurricane out there! Second, it's freezing."

"This is why I charmed your rain coat, I'll keep you warm," she threw the black jacket at the girl.

"Ugh," she threw her head back. "Fine, Harold better know how much I love him."

"There's the spirit," Ron grabbed her hand, yanking her to her feet and dragging her to the exit.

The moment the three got outside, they all were regretting going to the Gryffindor versus Hufflepuff quidditch game. Rain fell sideways as the wind almost took them away, and it didn't help it was now winter.

"It's hailing!" Ron wavered walking any further out.

"It doesn't matter, if the team can fly in this we can sit and watch them!" Hermione backfired, pushing the backs of her friends out further into the storm.

Soon enough, they were in the bleachers cheering on the Gryffindor team even though no one could see what was happening through the rain. Priscilla's whole body shook, the rain jacket wasn't doing the girl any good as she looked like she just took a dive in the Black Lake.

"Harry's not going to be able to find the snitch in this, I'm going to go help," she got up from her seat.

"What are you gonna do?" Ron tilted his head, asking what he and Hermione were wondering.

"Just fixing things to make his life easier," her teeth shattered.

Making her way down to the pitch, she waited until someone called for a time out before appearing to her house team.

"Look at little Black, come to give us some luck?" Fred Weasley announced her presence, puckering up his lips as he bend down to be face level with the girl.

"In your dreams, Weasley. I'm here to see Harry."

"What's wrong, Dove?" Harry walked up to her, checking her over for any sign of harm.

"Nothing, give me your glasses," she smiled at his worry.

He didn't hesitate to give them to her, watching with curiosity along with the whole team as to what she was up to.

"Impervius," she spoke out, waving her wand above the circular shaped spectacles before giving them back.

"That should help. It's a charm to repel water, you'll be able to see the snitch easy now," she explained. "And please, find it quickly. I'm cold and soaking wet."

"You're truly brilliant, you know that?" Harry gleamed.

"What he said," the Weasley twins nodded in agreement along with the rest of the team.

"I could kiss you, Black!" Oliver Wood yelled out.

Harry mindlessly stood in front of the girl with an irritated expression at his captain.

"Just kidding, thanks Priscilla!" Wood put his hands up in defense. "Our time out is about over. Let's get back out there!"

Turning back around, Harry looked down at the girl fondly.

"Well, better get back out there. Good luck Har," she got up on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek. "I'll see you after the game."

Harry stood shocked with reddened cheeks as he watched her go back up the stairs to the bleachers. His stomach twisted in knots and he couldn't figure out why.