In late February, I joined Elladora and a couple of her Ravenclaw friends to watch the Gryffindor-Hufflepuff Quidditch game. We took our seats in the stands, and Elladora pulled out the crisps and popcorn she had packed in a bag for us to share during the game. The four of us spent the time before the teams emerged chatting about Elladora's crush on our friend, who happened to be Hufflepuff's Keeper, while her younger friends were partial to Gryffindor's.
And speaking of crushes:
The teams were welcomed into the pitch one player at a time, after the announcement that Professor Snape would referee. I didn't know why he was doing the job that normally belonged to Madam Hooch, but I didn't care.
The game was soon underway, and there were cheers of excitement all around us. While I was there to support my team and my friend, I couldn't help but also keep track of the referee.
Snape undeservedly penalised Gryffindor several times during the game. It was a normal thing for him to do, though; he could be talking with someone, and if a student simply glanced at them as they walked by, he'd deduct five points from their house. His special disdain for Gryffindor, and especially Harry Potter, may have been playing in our favour until the Snitch was caught after a mere five minutes, but it still made me sigh and shake my head every time he did it.
Despite not approving of his biased behaviour as referee, I still walked away from the game with a high from having seen him, however brief the game was. But I was also experiencing a sort of withdrawals of not currently seeing him. I decided then that I was utterly hopeless.
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The Potions Master
FanfictionCarys Chambers, a seventh-year Hufflepuff student (during Philosopher's Stone), is embarrassed about her secret obsession with her favourite professor. As her time at Hogwarts comes to an end, she begins to hope for more than just mutual respect wit...
