Harry, Kat, and Spellbound ➩ Book 1 [Harry Potter] | #Wattys2016

[CHAPTER 13] Getting Dirty

(A/N: SINCE ARLIN'S A CHASER THE GAME IS A LITTLE BIT DIFFERENT THAN IT WENT IN THE MOVIE AND BOOK. OKAY, ROLL FILM!)

(AA/N: I CHANGED THE COVER, OBVS, BUT I LEFT THE FIRST COVER HERE FOR MEMORIES.)

(AAA/N: JUST KIDDING, NO MORE NOTES. YOU CAN START READING NOW. SORRY!)

When the game began, my focus was solely on Arlin and Harry, but mostly Arlin, since Harry's just floating up there like Hermione's feather in Charms class. Arlin, being a chaser, got the the quaffle passed from Angelina Johnson, and he's off. I kept cheering on him.

He passed it to Alicia, who passed it to Angelina, but got blocked off my Marcus Flint, who began soaring. He soared and was about to score, but Wood covered him. Yes!

Arlin got the quaffle, passed to Angelina, who was about to pass it to Alicia if a bludger didn't come her way. She nearly got hit and a Slytherin chaser got the quaffle, but Alicia got it from him. But then Alicia got hit by a bludger at the back of her head, and she was luckily able to pass it to Angelina before she fell down.

"That's a foul!" I yelled along with the others, as she fell to the ground, first gently, then harshly, her broom luckily not snapping into two.

We focused on the game as Angelina passed the quaffle to Arlin, which Slytherin keeper Bletchley caught. We groaned, but suddenly Arlin passed it to Angelina, and with a hard throw it got past Bletchley, and...

"Gryffindor score!" Lee announced happily. Alicia held up her fist in the air and passed by the commentator towards the other end of the field.

"Yes!" I chirped, rocking Hermione and Ron back and forth happily.

Soon Arlin rose into the air and got the quaffle, but not before a bludger from a Slytherin beater came his way, distracting him. Some chaser from Slytherin got it, then went flying for the goalposts. Lee Jordan was nearly losing it and was almost siding on Gryffindor and practically booing the Slytherin had it not been for Oliver Wood blocking the way, again. He's good at being keeper, I'll hand him that. Oliver smirked triumphantly as the said chaser snorted, flying in the other direction.

"Arlin's got the quaffle!" I yelled, making Hermione flick my head. "Now what was that for?"

"Maybe you'd like to act as commentator on the next game?" she teased, making me playfully nudge her, though a bit too hard that she went off the stands, and nearly fell off if Ron didn't catch her.

"Hey," said Ron, helping her get on her feet. I laughed, forming my hands into hearts and putting both of them at the centre of the heart.

"Aww. I ship you two," I laughed, making Hermione point her wand at me. She muttered something, and a spark appeared, but did nothing.

"Ha! Your spell did nothing!" I laughed, but then clapped my hands over my mouth. Did I just say that so loud it blends in with the cheering crowd?

"What did you do, Hermione?" I said in a whisper, but it sounded like a shout. The heck?!

"Spiny dragons, Hermione! Why did you magnify my voice?!" I yelled on the top of my lungs, though that sounded twice as loud. Hermione laughed her butt off and Ron just, well, laughed normally. I crossed my arms, nose in the air and watching the game.

"Quietus."

I turned my head around and saw, while Hermione was laughing her butt off, Arlin had his wand pointed at me. He was on his broom and stopping in front of the Gryffindor stands.