-November 13th, 1991-
Harry's first quidditch game was today and Petunia was just as excited as Hermione and Ron to cheer on their friend. Except one slight problem. Harry was not ready to be cheered on. Whether it was the constant jeering from the Slytherins or the huge pressure from his own house, all Petunia knew was that he was about ready to puke before even changing into his quidditch robes.
"Hey, if your gonna puke do it now." December joked, punching his arm. "Then you won't be covered in puke for the whole game."
Harry got a weak smile from that. "Thank you..."
"December." She told him with a smirk.
"December." He nodded.
"OI POTTER! STOP FLIRTING AND GET OVER 'ERE!" Oliver Wood called, already dressed and ready. Without a word Harry trotted over to the change rooms.
"Best find our seats." Ron said, gesturing to the stands. "Ladies first." With a snort, Petunia took the lead to the top of the stands. The wind was nippy and she was glad she had worn extra layers.
Her eyes scanned the crowd as they filled in the stands. The Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs mingled with everybody, their colours spread out through the crowd. But there was a clear disparage with the Slytherins and Gryffindors. They sat opposite sides of each other, jeers shouted between them. Petunia was about to look at the pitch when she spotted Snape limping along to his spot.
"What's up with Snape?" Petunia questioned. Ron and Hermione shared a look.
"He got attacked by a dog." Ron answered, glaring at Snape's back. Petunia was about to push the subject when she spotted movement down on the ground. Harry's team had come out and we're now facing off against the Slytherins. Madam Hooch stomped out to them and begin shouting the rules just out of Petunia's earshot. She blew her whistle and they kicked off. Let the games begin.
"And the Quaffle is taken immediately by Angelina Johnson of Gryffindor -- what an excellent Chaser that girl is, and rather attractive, too--"
"JORDAN!"
"Sorry, Professor."
Petunia looked up at the commentator box with a smirk. Lee Jordan, the twins best friend, was commentating with McGonagall leering over his shoulder.
"And she's really belting along up there, a neat pass to Alicia Spinnet, a good find of Oliver Wood's, last year only a reserve -- back to Johnson and -- no, the Slytherins have taken the Quaffle, Slytherin Captain Marcus Flint gains the Quaffle and off he goes -- Flint flying like an eagle up there -- he's going to sc -- no, stopped by an excellent move by Gryffindor Keeper Wood and the Gryffindors take the Quaffle -- that's Chaser Katie Bell of Gryffindor there, nice dive around Flint, off up the field and -- OUCH -- that must have hurt, hit in the back of the head by a Bludger -- Quaffle taken by the Slytherins -- that's Adrian Pucey speeding off toward the goal posts, but he's blocked by a second Bludger -- sent his way by Fred or George Weasley, can't tell which -- nice play by the Gryffindor Beater, anyway, and Johnson back in possession of the Quaffle, a clear field ahead and off she goes -- she's really flying -- dodges a speeding Bludger -- the goal posts are ahead -- come on, now, Angelina -- Keeper Bletchley dives -- misses -- GRYFFINDORS SCORE!"
Gryffindor cheers filled the cold air, with howls and moans from the Slytherins.
"Budge up there, move along."
"Hagrid!" Called out Ron, a large grin plastered on his face. December looked slightly concerned with the large man who was greeting us so fondly.
The group squeezed together to give Hagrid enough space to join them.
