❝How about we keep that back-up murder thing as a plan B, yeah?❞
In which the girl who just wanted a fun adventure regrets all of her life decisions.
BOOK ONE!
started: 28th july, 2020
finished: 26th december, 2022
[Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fi...
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"AND NOW, LADIES and gentlemen, kindly welcome— the Bulgarian National Quidditch Team! I give you— Dimitrov!"
Dimitrov zoomed out onto the pitch, clad in a scarlet uniform. He was like a red blur because of how fast he was soaring around the field. The Bulgarian supporters cheered as the rest of the team were called out:
The sound of the cheers grew louder still at the mention of Krum. But even over the noise, Viola could hear Ron Wealsey shout, "That's him! That's him!" as he followed Krum's figure with some odd type of binoculars held to his eyes.
"And now, please greet— the Irish National Quidditch Team!" shouted Bagman as the green side of the stadium began cheering, Viola along with them. "Presenting— Connolly! Ryan! Troy! Mullet! Moran! Quigley! Aaaaaaand— Lynch!"
The players in green zoomed out, now joining the Bulgarian players.
"And here, all the way from Egypt, our referee, acclaimed Chairwizard of the International Association of Quidditch, Hassan Mostafa!"
A small wizard wearing bright gold robes joined the others on the pitch, carrying a large wooden crate and a broomstick. After reaching the center of the pitch and opening the crate, the Quidditch balls immediately shot out, Mostafa following after them and blowing hard on his whistle.
"Theeeeeeeeeey're OFF!" yelled Bagman. "And it's Mullet! Troy! Moran! Dimitrov! Back to Mullet! Troy! Levski! Moran!"
Viola could barely keep up with it. As soon as she noticed someone catch the Quaffle, it was immediately thrown to another player. Even Bagman had only just enough time to say the players' names, they were going so fast.
"TROY SCORES!" roared Bagman after a few moments of red and green blurs speeding around each other. Viola joined in with the cheers from all the Irish supporters, shooting a quick glance at her father; he was sitting a little straighter than earlier, but he still clearly looked bored.
All of the players worked together brilliantly. It was almost as if they were all part of the same body, throwing and passing the Quaffle to each other without even needing to look around to check where their teammates were. Never before in any of the Quidditch matches she had been to had Viola seen such amazing co-operation.
The match only intensified the longer in went on, Ireland scoring twice more in the next ten minutes. The Beaters-especially on the Bulgarian team-were whacking the Bludgers as hard as they physically could at the Irish players.
