Charmed ; lashton

First year : quidditch

2.
Luke was excited to watch his first quidditch match. Gryffindor vs Hufflepuff. He had already wished Jack, who was playing as a beater, good luck at breakfast and now sat with Calum in the gryffindor stand awaiting the game to start. "Not cheering for your brother" his slytherins friends had asked when they had made their way to the stand. "I am but I'm also sitting with my friend" Luke began adding "and it's good to try and get some tactics". "So you're like a spy" "yeah" Luke had lied considering he stuck out in his green uniform and practically has a label above his head saying he doesn't belong here. "Cool" they echo. Once out of range Luke rolled his eyes and muttered silently to himself as he climbed the steps. He had spotted Calum quickly and made his way to him.

None was yet to play him any attention but there were plenty of reasons for that. "So who do you think is going to win?" Luke asked Calum. Calum reached out to smooth his scarf which had whipped up in the wind. "Gryffindor" Calum replied confidently. "Jack said Hufflepuff has been training really hard". "Yeah but they don't have what we have". "What's that?" Luke was curious. "You'll see" Calum went, a mischievous look on his face.

Luke didn't get to press for more as a huge cheer began from the Hufflepuff tower. Hufflepuff team flying out onto the pitch. Luke stood up and gave a cheer, spotting his brother in the yellow and black uniform. He pulled out two little flags. One Hufflepuff and one Gryffidor. "You waving them both" Calum asked. "Yep and you thought I wasn't here to support" Luke joked. The cheering got even louder as the Gryffindor team flew out onto the pitch. Swirling above the gryffindor tower. Both boys cranes their necks to watch, grins matching. Madame hooch made her way out as players flew to their places. The balls released as they flew up, a silver whistle ran out across the pitch. The boys watched as the quaffle rose through the air. The game has started.

Luke was thoroughly amused at Calum's gorking expression as Hufflepuff grabbed the quaffle. It seemed that Gryffindor had underestimated Hufflepuff's new form. He waved the Hufflepuff flag as he tried to keep up with the first goal. He watched as they scored a goal. Groans and cheers happening around him. "It's only one goal" Calum shrugged. The quaffle was back in Gryffindors hands, quickly speeding its way across the pitch. Luke watched as a bludger made its way at chaser. Chaser reacting quickly to past it to another member of the team. Luke watched as the youngest looking member of the team grabbed it and shot across the pitch. Far quicker than Luke thought possible.

His eyes widening as the player avoided two blugers, one expertly thrown by Jack who seemed a little disappointed to have missed. A goal scored for Gryffindor. Cheers echoing around him. "Who's that?" Luke questioned, waving the Gryffindor flag. "Our weapon" Calum grinned. It didn't answer Luke's question but it did explain the utter confidence he had at Gryffindor winning the game. Unless Hufflepuff caught the snitch Gryffindor could win on points scored by how effortlessly the boy had moved.

As the game continued Luke kept switching up flags, pestering Calum every now and then with questions about the Gryffindor players. "Look McGuire's spotted the snitch" Calum announced excitedly. He grabbed Luke's little Gryffindor flag and shook it wildly, cheering for the older Gryffindor. They watched as the Hufflepuff seeker chased down the Gryffindor. Hufflepuff were losing but if they caught the snitch then they would win. Luke found himself lost in the excitement of the game, cheering in sync with Calum. Both boys jumping up and down.

"McGuire has caught the snitch. Gryffindor wins" the announcer called out. Luke found himself in a swirling sea of golds and reds as Gryffindors screamed with pride. Calum hugged Luke before jumping away. A grin on his face. Luke turned and watched the players congratulate each other. His eyes met the young Gryffindor player, for the briefest of moments, shy smiles exchanged before another player took his attention away. Among the shouts and people departing to congratulate friends or consolidate friends. "Calum what's his name" Luke asked pointing. His eleven year old self knew it was a bad thing but all the same he still did it. "Ashton, he's a second year". "Okay new goal we are going to make it onto our respective teams in second year". "Luke you fell off the broom only yesterday in our flying lesson".