Finding the Magic (a Clexa hogwarts au)

Quidditch

AN: Hi again, it's Rose! Thanks for all of the awesome feedback on the last chapter, and I hope everyone enjoys this next update just as much! Please remember to vote and/or comment if you enjoyed my story and follow for future updates. I loooove hearing from you, so feel free if you'd like to send me a message! As you can probably tell from this chapter's title, this one will be a little more fun than the last few. Anyway, enough from me, enjoy!

"You know you can't keep running from your problems, right?" Lexa asked, heaving the broom to her other shoulder.

"Technically I'm not running," Clarke huffed, three steps ahead of Lexa.

"Flying, whatever!" Lexa said, her voice rising in exasperation.

Clarke and Lexa reached the quidditch pitch. They had asked Professor Roan if they could use it to practice, since none of the house teams had begun their training yet. They both knew first years never made the house teams, but it never hurt to start practicing early. Clarke was using the time to get thoughts of the prophecy out of her head. Lexa was just following along to make sure she didn't do anything stupid.

It was an early fall day, the sun finally peeking its rays around the clouds to warm the school grounds. Lexa could glimpse the trees of the Forbidden Forest waving in the wind, which now tore at her hair and clothes. A warm, earthy smell filled her nostrils, promising rain in the evening.

Lexa looked up at the tall wooden stands surrounding them. Her mind tried to picture hundreds of students standing up there, cheering. Cheering for her. The banners denoting which house belonged where were faded and threadbare, stained with an occasional muddy patch. Lexa shook her head and returned her attention to Clarke, who stood in the middle of the field next to a large box, waiting for Lexa. Taking one last look at the stands as the cheers faded from her mind, Lexa hurried over to Clarke.

"You know all about quidditch, right?" Clarke asked, her brow furrowing as she knelt down next to the box.

The Hogwarts crest emblazoned on the top of the box was scratched and dull. The sides were decorated with each of the house's animals and colors. Lexa's eyes roamed the silver scales of the Slytherin snake and the emerald background behind it. It appeared to represent waves or a storm, Lexa couldn't quite tell. She tore her eyes away from the box and focused them on Clarke before answering.

"Yes, do you?"

"Now," Clarke responded, the dark circles under her eyes and unkempt hair revealing she had probably spent most of the night studying the sport with the pile of books she had checked out of the library.

"Excellent, so what do you want to do, since there are only two of us?" Lexa's eyes wandered up the three goal hoops on one side of the field.

"Part of me really wants to practice being a beater. You know, so I can hit something really hard. But I don't really see the benefits of releasing the bludgers right now, especially with two inexperienced players. Let's just throw the quaffle around, or one of us can be a keeper and another one can try to score," Clarke suggested.

Lexa's lip quirked up slightly as Clarke rambled, trying out the new words she had learned. She noticed the way her mouth wrapped around the world "quaffle," as if she wanted to say "waffle," but remembered the q at the last second.

"I'll be the keeper," Lexa said.

Before she had even gotten the second syllable of "keeper" out, Clarke was already wrestling the quaffle out of its pocket. Once Clarke got something into her head-- or tried to get something out of it-- there really was no stopping her. She was on her broom in an instant, kicking hard off the ground and flying into the air, the quaffle tucked under one arm.