My name is Armin Arlert. I live in London with my sister, Amanda, and our grandpa. Our parents died when I was 8 and they left us with a book called 'History of Hogwarts' and it talked all about magic. We spent hours reading and rereading the book...
Our game with Gryffindor came up in March. No matter who won the game, we wouldn't finish in first, so we played before the Slytherin vs. Hufflepuff game.
"30 minutes on the clock. The score is 160-0 in favour of Gryffindor."
Eren hit a Bludger to me whenever he had the chance. They kept climbing up in points because I wasn't able to get to the hoops and block the Quaffle.
"26 minutes, Ravenclaw has taken possession!"
Rico managed to grab the Quaffle before it went through the hoop and she flew to another hoop.
Eren directed his attention to Rico. There weren't any Bludgers coming his way, so he took a moment to rest. He stretched his back and wiped his forearm over his glistening forehead. He was sweaty. Really sweaty. It was a warm afternoon and our Quidditch gear doesn't have much insulation. Even after wiping over his forehead, he still was quite sweaty. But my God, he was hot.
"Chaser Rico scores for Ravenclaw!"
Eren flew over to me as I caught my breath, "You've been looking my direction a lot this game," he teased and elbowed me.
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"That's your own fault. I'd be looking at the Quaffle if you didn't keep sending me Bludgers."
"But what if I don't want you to take your eyes off of me?" he moved a little closer and asked with a smirk.
I couldn't tell if he was joking or not, but I replied truthfully, "You don't need Bludgers to do that."
He moved away a little bit and looked at me. He was flustered a little bit, but not much. I started to get flustered myself as he silently stood there, staring at me.
"Gryffindor back in possession."
I snapped back to my game mode and chased after the Quaffle.
A Bludger flew across my path and it barely missed me. I looked in the direction it came from. It was Eren, again.
"Mina scores for Gryffindor once again!"
The other Gryffindor Chaser caught the Quaffle when their Seeker made a quick acceleration.
"The snitch has been spotted!"
Even if Connie caught the snitch, we'd still lose. They were 160 points ahead.
Our Chasers flew towards Smith with the Quaffle to try to tie the scores if Connie got the snitch. I kept my eye on Eren as I made my way to the hoops. He sent a Bludger to me, but I managed to dodge it.
"Ravenclaw takes possession. Gryffindor is pulling ahead!"
Really, this was unfair. Kirstein had a Firebolt! How was Connie supposed to get to it before him?
