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Twenty-Four

Quidditch Oneshot 2
In which you are a Seeker 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, the Quidditch Announcer, cheered along with the crowd. The stadium was packed.
"Captains, shake hands," Madam Hootch ordered strictly.
The Captain of your team, some jerky seventh-year named Michael Smith, shook hands with James.
"I want a nice, clean game," Hootch warned.
You mounted your broom.
"The Quaffle is released..."
The crowd held their breath...
"... and the game begins!"
You kicked off from the ground, keen eyes searching the field. You chewed on your lip, searching for a glint of gold... some hint to find the snit-
"(Y/N)!" A beater, Christopher Belbey screamed your name. You rotated just in time to see a bludger streaking towards you.
You yelped and dropped a couple of feet in your panic.
"That was a close one," you muttered to yourself.
"Too close," a voice from above nearly made you fall off your broom. You looked up to see Sirius grinning down at you.
"Wouldn't want (Y/H) to lose their Seeker, would we."
You scowled.
"Not now, Sirius. I'm trying to-"
"James Potter has spotted the snitch! I mean, it's about time, the game's only been going on for three minu-" Julius never finished his sarcastic remark.
"Jordan!" McGonagall hissed.
"Sorry professor. Got distracted, is all."
"Be sure it doesn't happen again," she narrowed her eyes.
"Y-yes, Professor. Now... where was I... oh yeah! James has caught sight of the snitch! He's chasing it down! He's almost there! He's...! He's lost it, dammit!" He swore colorfully.
"Jordan!"
"Oh, right. Sorry professor."
You smiled to yourself and looked around the pitch. The crowd's cheer and Jordan's commentary was drowned out as your eyes tunnel-visioned.

You had spotted the snitch.

You dove, dodging a bludger, two players, and the quaffle, before finally outstretching your hand...
"(Y/N) has caught the snitch! (Y/H) wins!"
You felt the wings of the small, golden ball flutter weakly against your palm and grinned.
The Gryffindors all deflated, while the (Y/H)s crowed with joy. You landed, and your team immediately hoisted you up on their shoulders, chanting your name. You beamed.
"(Y/N)! (Y/N)!" A voice hollered.
You cast your eyes downwards to lay them on Sirius. He looked dejected, but gave you a small grin.
"Nice job out there."
"You too."
"See you later, then."
"... Later it is."