Toujours Pur | Euphemia Black

Chapter 97 | Floods, Fog & Foul Play

Recap!

- Mia has been officially disowned from the Black Family thanks to Arcturus and Henry fighting on Platform Nine and Three Quarters. Sixth year has started rather uneventfully and all characters are rather happy with the upcoming Quidditch match between Gryffindor and Slytherin causing a lot of frenzied excitement. However, when the match has come around, terrible weather conditions have ensued and now both teams are playing in a thunderstorm - is this going to end in disaster?

Unfortunately for both teams and the crowds of spectators crammed into the stands, the weather didn't cease to wreck havoc across the Hogwarts grounds once the Quidditch match had commenced, instead continuing to rage to the extreme point where even the commentator (which happened to be Edgar Bones of Hufflepuff) couldn't be heard over the deafening winds.

Torrential rain attacked the Quidditch pitch in sheets, an impenetrable gunfire that soaked both the players on the pitch and the students and teachers assembled in the stands. Dammit thought Euphemia bitterly, drawing her coat even tighter around herself as a shiver ran through her body, hugging herself around the middle as she wrapped her Slytherin scarf more around her neck to try and gain more warmth.

"Can you even see them?" Pomona nudged her, also looking absolutely frozen to the bone as her cheeks were flushed pink from the cold, her hands shaking slightly as she shoved them into the pockets of her coat, trying to gain some heat though it was probably in vain. "I can see Flea at the goalposts," Mia muttered back through the collar of her coat that she had pulled upwards whilst tucking her chin further down into the warmth of the fabric.

The blanket of fog that had settled over the Quidditch pitch made it extremely hard to actually see what was happening on the pitch, the players simply flying back in blurs of green and red, the cheers from the crowd being dampened by the furious rain that was still pummelling away at the field and the wheezing stands that were almost swaying in the uncontrollable wind that was whipping past relentlessly.

"And Travers scores! That's ten-nil to Slytherin!" Edgar Bones' strained voice was heard in the far distance through his magical megaphone that couldn't actually be heard that clearly over the howling wind which sounded like a hysterical, screaming banshee. A groan resounded through the stands where Euphemia was stood as she clapped in celebration, her gloved hands not making much noise in terms of applause compared to the collective disappointment from the people around her.

"The majority of people here are supporting Gryffindor," Florean informed her with a slight laugh slipping into his tone, grabbing Mia's elbow to catch her attention as a confused expression had flickered over her face when she had realised that no one else was clapping alongside her. "Oh yeah, good point," Euphemia acknowledged with a sigh but she still continued to clap, wanting to show support for her house.

It was fairly obvious that she was a Slytherin - the green and silver scarf wrapped around her neck made that pretty clear - but no one around them seemed to actually care. They were either too preoccupied with trying to squint in the direction of the game, that was extremely hard to spectate due to the atrocious weather, or too distracted by the cold to actually feel any animosity towards the Slytherin student amongst their ranks.

Besides, Mia was basically an honorary Gryffindor at this point. Even though she had said she was supporting Slytherin, she was still rooting for Gryffindor because her boyfriend was literally the Keeper and her friends, Brutus and Minnie, were a Chaser and a Beater respectively so she wasn't going to not support them. She would be stupid not to.

Speaking of the members of the Gryffindor team, Charlus was already in a foul mood because he had let the first goal in. Mandy Travers, the Chaser and Captain of the Slytherin team, had appeared from absolutely nowhere and the Quaffle had flew into the far left golden hoop before Charlus could even register that she was flying at him.