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09 | the harry potter hunger games

{Look at my baby. LOOK AT HER}

"Teams, welcome to the Quidditch Pitch."

Our team stands on the field in what I can only assume counts as work out clothes, getting ready to start our game of Quidditch. Unfortunately we lost the bug challenge to Graham and his team. But if there's anything I'm good at, it's anything to do with Harry Potter.

I'm dressed in a black tee shirt and some grey shorts, a pair of white sneakers laced on my feet. And to top it all off, my hair is pulled into a high ponytail using a scrunchie with the word Castiel written on it. Yeah, I'm a dork. Sue me.

"Let's have a good clean match, Nooglers." Sid says before blowing the whistle. Our team joins up into a huddle as the rules are explained.

"Okay, rules," Lyle starts. "The Beaters toss the Bludgers at the Chasers then get the Quaff le through the ring. No blagging, blatching, bumphing, haversacking, or Quaff le-pocking. No Imperius Curses or Confundus Charms. In the unlikely event of a Dementor attack, use a Patronous charm. I personally recommend the stag."

"Lyle," I say. "These trees have no idea what you're talking about." I say, jutting my finger in the direction of Billy and Nick. "Use your Muggle words."

"Geez, you're making me feel like I'm back in math class. Just say game on and let's play!" Nick whines.

"Fair enough. Version 2.0. Peg them with kickballs before they throw the volleyball through the hoop." Lyle says. "Brooms in, people. Hufflepuff on three."

We all put the ends of our brooms in the center of the circle. "One, two, three, Hufflepuff!" We chant before breaking the huddle.

"Yeah, son! Let's get it!" Lyle says with excitement.

I stand with Stuart on the other side of the field, getting ready when I notice him staring at me. "What?"

"Have I ever told you how good you look in shorts?" He smirks.

I roll my eyes. "Don't be a douche."

"Me? Never." Stuart grins, bumping my hip with his own and making me smile.

"Tips down!" Lyle shouts, and we all oblige.

"Brooms up!" Sid calls, and we're off.

The Harry Potter Hunger Games.

"Stuart, toss me the ball!" I shout across the field. He tosses it in my direction but before I can get my hands on it, Graham is swooping in and snatching it from me.

"Sorry bout it, love." He smirks before taking off.

"Oh, dick move, ass hat!" I scream, resisting the urge to chase him down and tackle him. They get the volleyball into the hoop and go into a immediate celebration, shouting and jumping up and down like a bunch of proud 10 year old kids.