She zoomed around on her broom, zipping between bludgers. Her hair whipping around her face, she squinted through the strands, looking for the snitch. "Bell with the quaffle, off to Weasley, clean pass to potter- nice doge of the bludger- GRIFFINDOR SCORE!" Tam was flying alongside another fellow chaser, and he grabbed the quaffle and zipped off. "Tam's got the quaffle! Alright, they're off- gryffindor keeper better keep out- bludger shoots off- ouch- better luck next time-" Sophie saw Linh holding her hands together in prayer.
Suddenly, lightning sounded. She glanced up. How could this be? It was a hot, spring day- she zoomed down to the ground. Tam had shot off in the other direction, his face surprised. He began to zip around, his face slowly turning an ashen grey as he tried to control his broom. "His broom is being jinxed," She whispered.
"And the quaffle is off to Weasley- hey, what's-" Sophie let out a strangled scream. Completely forgetting the snitch, she raced to reach Tam, who had fallen off his broom and was streaking towards the ground. She could hear Linh's moans and sobs from on her broom- she could almost imagine Biana comforting her. No, she thought.
Tam was 5 feet from the ground- she grit her teeth and put her broom into high speed. Tam was just like the snitch. A overgrown, moody, black snitch. She reached out and- grabbed Tam's arm. Smiling with relief, she flew him back up to his broom, where Rose was holding out her wand, trying to figure out what was wrong.
The next half hour was a blur- Linh had ran over, crying, and hugged Tam, rushing over to Sophie and practically strangling her. Biana looked on from a distance, but smiled at her as she held a trembling Linh in her arms. But Rose was worried. Her brow furrowed, she whispered. "It takes seriously dark magic to jinx a broom," She said to her. "I think we have competition."
Sophie nodded. "I know. But we'll be fine, right?" Rose jerked her head towards Fitz, who had begun to walk over. "We will," She reassured. She looked back at her, the worry replaced with determination. "By tomorrow, the potion will be ready."
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MAGIC IS MIGHT - or is it?
أدب الهواةIt seemed to be a perfectly normal day, but then the world decided to go cuckoo. When the Keeper crew meets the brightest witch of her age and her cousin, the son of The-Boy-Who-Lived-Twice, (Or to some, The-Boy-Who-Just-Wouldn't-Die) the tables ar...
