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Chapter Twelve ⚡️

Scene: Outside, day time. Marcus Flint and (Y/N) appear, carrying a trunk. They put it down.

Flint: Quidditch is easy enough to understand. Each time has seven players, 3 chasers, 2 beaters, 1 keeper and a seeker that's you. There are three kinds of balls. {picks up a red one} This one's called the Quaffle. Now, the chasers handle the Quaffle and try to put it through one of those three hoops. {Points to a faraway Quidditch pitch.} The keeper defends the hoops. {throws ball to (Y/N).} With me so far?

(Y/N): {throws back} I think so. What are those? {points to two squirming chained down balls.}

Flint: ...You better take this. {hands (Y/N) a small bat. He bends down and releases one ball. With an angry growl, it flies off into the air. The two students watch it.} Careful now, it's comin' back. {The balls comes whizzing down, and (Y/N) cracks at it with the bat. The ball soars off through a statue.} Eh, not bad, Potter, you'd make a fair beater...Uh-oh. {The ball zooms down, and Flint grabs it, wriggling to get it back in the box. He succeeds and is out of breath.} Bludger. Nasty little buggers. But the only ball I want you to worry about is this...the Golden Snitch. {hands (Y/N) a walnut sized golden ball.}

(Y/N): I like this one.

Flint: Ah, you like it now. Just wait. It's wicked fast and damn near impossible to see.

(Y/N): What do I do with it?

Flint: You catch it...before the other team's seeker. You catch this, the game is over. You catch this, Potter, and we win.

{The ball flutters out two delicate wings and jumps into the air. (Y/N) keeps an eye on it.}

(Y/N): Whoa. {grabs the snitch}

Flint: Oh and do anything you must to win and don't play easy on the Gryffindors even though your brother is the seeker.