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Twenty-Three

Quidditch Oneshot 1
   In which you are a Chaser from
   any house but Gryffindor...

     "Ladies and Gentlemen, I'm pleased to welcome you to the final match of the season: Gryffindor vs. (Y/H)!" Julius Jordan's voice rang out across the pitch.
     Taking a deep breath, you lead your team out onto the Quidditch Pitch.
     Gryffindor came out, lead by James.
     Sirius made a face. You rolled your eyes back.
     "Captains, shake hands. I want a clean game from both teams," Madam Hootch scrutinized the teams.
     James gripped your hand and muttered a good luck. You gave him a grimace. You were nervous.
     "The Quaffle is released..." Julius announced. Everything went in what seemed like slow motion. Hootch threw the maroon ball into the air. The crowd waited with bated breath. You positioned yourself on your broom. As a chaser, you made sure to keep your eyes on the Quaffle, and the Quaffle only; yet you found yourself making eye contact with Eddie Cho and Richard Corner. They both smiled reassuringly.
     "... and the game begins!"
     You sped ahead, grabbing the Quaffle out of the air, and urged your broom forward. You threw it to Rich, who, in turn, tossed it to Thomas Ollivander. The grandson of the famous Wandmaker was a surprisingly good Quidditch player, and scored against Gregory Wood, the Keeper for Gryffindor.
     "A goal for (Y/H)! That's ten to zero," Julius narrated animatedly.
     You zipped past Tommy and gave him a high-five.
     "(Y/N)! Bludger!" Rich yelled. You turned just in time to see a bludger rocket past your head, ruffling your hair. 
     "That was close," you muttered.
     "And it seems that James Potter has already spotted the snitch!" You whirled around, watching James streak through the sky, his arm outstretched. You knew he wanted to be a Chaser, but damn he was good.
     "Hit it!" You heard Richard roar to one of the Beaters. You watched as they swung. James was thrown off-course, and the snitch vanished.
     Thank god.
     "The snitch has been spotted by the (Y/H) Seeker Eddie Cho!" Julius warned the teams.
     "Go Eddie!" You called, opening your arms to catch the Quaffle. You caught Sirius's eye almost lost your balance, nearly dropping the Quaffle.
     He laughed. You glared.
     You sped towards the goalpost, seizing the opportunity of Eddie's distraction, and scored.
     "Twenty to zero, (Y/H)."
     "Nice one, (Y/N)!" Rich grinned appreciatively.
      "What's this? James Potter is pulling ahead... and he's caught the snitch! Gryffindor Wins!" Julius roared. The stadium erupted in cheers, the audience flashing maroon and gold. You sank to the ground, your mood dropping with the altitude.
     You lost the Championship. 
     Ugh.
     "Hey! (Y/N)!" You heard Sirius yell. You glanced behind you to see him running towards you.
     You groaned and kept walking.
     "Oy! I wanted to tell you-"
     "Not now, Sirius. I get it. You won! Congratulations," you said drily. Sirius' face fell. 
     "I just wanted to tell you that you played really well today," he said quietly. I had to strain to hear him over the screaming fans flooding the field.
     They lifted James above their head and cheered loudly.
     "I lost, Sirius," you said glumly.
     "That doesn't necessarily mean you played poorly," he lifted your chin, forcing eye-contact, and genuinely smiled.
     You begrudgingly smiled back, the weight of defeat not so heavy on your shoulders.
     He leaned closer.
     "You do know–when you're over this, that is–I won't stop teasing you about it, right?" You shoved his chest and glared at his figure, shaking with laughter.
     "You're such a git!" You accused.
     "And you're such a treasure," he joked. At least, you thought he did.