Always Together

8. Quidditch

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Chapter 8 | quidditch

After a very nice dinner the next day, Caitlyn walked along the hallways to Professor Snape's office to check if he was feeling better about his leg. On her way there, she bumped into Harry, who murmured to himself, "Mad, that man is." She didn't understand at all. Then she got to the office, she knocked three timed at the door and opened it.

"And right when you're dealing with one of the heads, the other one comes after you and bites you! For Salazar's sake," Snape was saying.

He was holding his robes with one hand and putting a yellow mixture in his wound -- Murtlap Essence. Caitlyn had heard Hermione talk about it. Filch was also in the room, holding a flask with the rest of the essence.

Professor Snape noticed Caitlyn's presence. "Miss Montrose, what are you doing here?" He put down his robes and got up from the chair where he was sitting. "Shouldn't you be in your common room by now?"

"It's only nine, Professor," she replied, still atonished of hearing him talk about the three-headed dog.

Filch got out of the room as Caitlyn walked in.

"I was just wondering if you were better of your leg. You never explained how it happened, Professor. I'd really like to know."

The Potions Master blinked.

"I heard you speaking of someone's head and maybe I think you got injured because someone or something attacked you," she said innocently.

"W-where did you get that idea, Miss Montrose?" he asked, rubbing his hands. "But yes, I am better, thank you for asking. Now, please, if you don't mind, leave. I have some papers to go through."

She nodded and went out of the room, thinking what were the possibilities that Professor Snape had let the troll in the castle on purpose as a distraction and went to try to go under the trapdoor that the dog was standing on, but go bitten by it.

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The next morning drawned very bright and cold. The Great Hall was full of the delicious smell of fried sausages and the cheerful chatter of everyone looking forward to a good Quidditch match. Caitlyn was even chirpier about it since she had never assisted to a game of Quidditch before in her life. And besides, Harry was playing, which made everything even better -- one of her friends playing -- how exciting!

But at the moment she was involved in a rather interesting chat with Draco, Pansy, Blaise, Crabbe, Goyle, Millicent and Spencer. They were discussing the possibilities of Slytherin winning the game - it was Gryffindor versus Slytherin. Slytherin used to win, according to Draco, but there were rummors that the Gryffindor Quidditch team had improved a lot since the year before -- all thanks to Harry Potter, of course, and his new and shiny Nimbus 2000.

By eleven o'clock, the whole school seemed to be out in the stands around the Quidditch pitch. Many students had binoculars. The seats might be raised high in the air, but it was still difficult to see what was going on sometimes. Caitlyn joined Draco and his bodyguards in the North Ham fan in the top row. Then, in loud cheers, the Slytherin and the Gryffindor teams entered the pitch. They got to the centre, Madam Hooch said something, everyone mounted their broomsticks and a whistle was sounded. The fifteen players rose up in the air and they were off.