ELIXIR: A Harry Potter Fan Fiction

Seven. The Champions.

On Friday night, Caiti tied her Ravenclaw scarf around her neck and met Evelyn in the common room so they could head down to the Quidditch match together, Ravenclaw vs. Gryffindor. "I really hope we win," said Evelyn. "Sean says Gryffindor's got a good team this year. He's nervous about it."

"They'll be alright," said Caiti. "They can hold their own."

"I'd just hate to see them come second again for the cup," Evelyn said.

Caiti nodded her agreement. It had practically killed Marlowe when Ravenclaw had lost their final game last year, putting them just behind the Gryffindor team. It had been a close race all year but a few flukes had thrown everything for them. He had moped for the entire end of term.
But then, Caiti, fresh from her breakup with Theo, had been moping too so they had been well paired.

The entrance hall was full of students from all four houses making their way out to the Quidditch pitch. They squeezed their way through the crowd and out the front doors, hoping to find good seats before everyone else could take them. Caiti noticed a good number of the foreign students seemed to be headed to the match as well. She had hardly seen them since they had come to the feast. She had nearly forgotten they were there.

"Wonder who they'll be cheering for?" Caiti said, watching a small group of Beauxbatons students cross the lawn.

"Maybe they'll sit near us and we can encourage Ravenclaw," said Evelyn.

They wedged themselves into seats at the front where enough room for the two of them remained. Caiti glanced around them, but no foreign students seemed to have taken seats nearby. She found herself looking around subconsciously for Theo and then remembered he was on the team now.

"Shoot," she whispered.

"What?" asked Evelyn.

"What happens if we win? Or if Theo gets the snitch?" Deep creases formed between Caiti's eyebrows.

Evelyn frowned. "What do you mean? If we win... we win."

"No, I mean, what am I supposed to do?" she asked. "Am I supposed to congratulate him or... or... just ignore him?"

"Congratulate him," said Evelyn easily. "Nothing to worry about."

"Easy for you to say," mumbled Caiti.

"All I'm saying is you've got every right to be nice to him. Breaking up doesn't mean you can't acknowledge each other. Besides, it's not as though you won't have other people to talk to."

"Like who?" said Caiti. "You and Sean'll be plenty occupied on your own."
Evelyn looked a little pink and Caiti did not think it was from the cold. "Like Marlowe," she said with a knowing look.

"Shut up," said Caiti. Evelyn gave her a pretentious little smile. "What's that supposed to mean anyway?" asked Caiti, looking at Evelyn as though she were something unpleasant, like a squashed flobberworm.

"If you don't already know," said Evelyn, "then you're on your own."

Caiti chose not to respond to this.

The stands were almost full now. There were only a few minutes until the game was scheduled to begin. 

"God, I'm nervous for tomorrow too," said Evelyn.

"Mm, yeah," said Caiti, nodding. Saturday night was to be the feast at which the champions were selected and announced. "What do you think'll happen?"