Puddlemere Vs. The Cannons

Parvati Patil was very much excited for this game. Not only was the game most talked about but it was the first time in the league to replace players outside of the team. But then again all those out side players just happened to be the infamous Harry Potter the auror and who was the youngest seeker in a century, Ronald Weasley the best keeper Hogwarts had, the twin brothers Fred and George Weasley why were often referred to as human bludger, Ginny Weasley the famous ex- quidditch player and now correspondent of quidditch at Daily Prophet and last but not the least it was Draco Malfoy. These were the points other witches and wizards saw when it came to this match, but Parvati saw it as a chance to watch her friends play. Almost all of them have been shaken up by the death of Tonks and may be just may be this game would bring them back to how they were. She never played the game herself but she totally enjoyed watching it. Today she was at the game representing the witch weekly as their columnist. She knew that Luna was commentator for the match and was looking forward to it, she could remember her voice from when she did it at school. And that was probably one time, Parvati truly appreciated Luba and get eccentric ways and thoughts.

Parvati was dressed in a simple black skirt paired with a grey blouse and a black cardigan over it. She had her parchment ready to write down everything about the event. She knew that her readers would appreciate the article when it comes out. She took out her self inking quill and began to write down

To say she was both nervous and excited was an understatement. Amelia walked hurriedly to the pitch and looked around as the crowd cheered. It has been so long for her to be in the middle of the loud booming voices of fans and spectators that she felt the familiar sense of electric anticipation in her bones. She positioned herself where her team was and unconsciously started chewing her lower lip. Her hair, surprisingly, was tied up and sleeked with all attempts of different concoctions. She remembered asking her parents to watch her game but with much chagrin. They really didn't understand what she was doing with her life nor do they get that Quidditch is NOT just a game for children.

She heard Luna say her name and she slightly flinched at the word veteran. She was fairly new. This was even her first game against the famed players. She smoothly flew right beside Ginny Weasley and waited for the cue from their captain. She looked at the players in the other team and, happy that her expression didn't give away much, inwardly paled. The twins was what concerned her most. She remembered in her Hogwarts days that they were a tad unpredictable. She was, however, happy that Harry was on their side knowing all too well what the man is capable of. She just hoped that he hasn't gone rusty after all these years. "Let's do this!" she cheered her team with much enthusiasm and waited.

She leaned in and narrowed her eyes at the Quaffle that was in the hand of the referee. The moment the Quaffle was up, she sped threw it and managed to grab it before the other team. One thing Amelia was good at was speed, but she could never throw long distances. She maneuvered away from one player of the Cannons and threw the Quaffle to Addy Stark who was meters away from her. She then did a small spin just in time to escape a bludger aimed towards her. She regained herself and moved straight ahead assisting Addy.

A real game, that was what Addy loved, even though they were playing the Cannons (with most of their players mysteriously ill...) and had some amateurs on their team alongside the pros. Sure, she was excited to be playing with Potter and gang, and greatly amused by the commentator (has she mentioned Meg? Addy's cheeks pinked a bit, though nobody could really see), but most of all she was thrilled to be in the air once more, flying headlong through the clouds with a determined expression in her eye. The twin Beaters were wearing matching, disconcerting grins, but Addy merely copied their expression with fierce glee and dove into the fray as soon as the whistle was blown.

Amelia was faster off the mark than she, and Addy trailed her closely, keeping herself as open as she could alongside their replacement Chaser, Ginny Weasley. Throwing the redhead a quick grin of acknowledgement, she stuck out her tongue in concentration as Amelia snatched the Quaffle and rolled to the side, throwing out an arm last minute to catch the Quaffle that was thrown her way. The impact of the Quaffle was greatly satisfying, and her grin widened as she took off, heading straight towards one of the Beaters in an effort to throw him off. When she was halfway there, she locked eyes with him, grinned and dove, keeping an eye out in her periphery for red hair and spotting it- she pulled out of her dive and used her momentum to give the ball an extra spin towards Ginny Weasley. She had barely released the Quaffle before she reversed directions, dropping behind the other two Chasers to play support and waiting to see what the Weasley would do.

Tobias had missed the last Hogsmeade weekend because the moon decided to bug him. He swore one day he’d find a way to shoot that blasted moon out of the sky. That’d solve all his problems. Toby was on his own, he had no real friends. Sure he liked being around Des, the Ravenclaw with cupid hair but he didn’t want to seem pushy. Nobody liked an overly attached friend. Besides they weren’t even friends.


Today Tobias had tried in both pubs to get firewhiskey but succeeded in neither. It was not like he hadn’t drunk it before but the pubs wouldn’t give it to him unless he could prove he was seventeen or older. Tskk. Well there went his plans for today. When he left the last pub he saw a crowd had gathered in the main street. “What is all this racket about?” His eyebrow rose in curiosity and he decided to find out. He tried to squirm himself between the mass but he got quickly annoyed with the pushing people. For now he should focus on his goal and not let his annoyance lead into another fit.


“Holy shit,” he mumbled as he saw what the deal was. There was a pit in the middle of the street. How had he not seen the loops? Was there a quidditch match going on? His heart raced in excitement, his cheeks glowed healthy pink making them stand out in his pale face. Blue eyes sparkled. This was an actual Quidditch match! With legit professional teams! This was the first real match he saw. He was a little embarrassed when he realized he knew nothing about the teams or players. So he didn’t know who he should root for. But then he saw the man from the job day. Wayland he read on the back of his shirt, oh that was his name. The game was already on going but Tobias decided he wanted to stay and watch. Quidditch brought something out of the usual moody and snarly boy. His face looked nothing like his usual expression as it was shining with excitement.

(OOC: feel free to interact with Toby, he is here to watch )

It had taken Hayden most of the morning to decide if she was going to Hogsmeade. There was some kind of Quidditch game going on, and some of the O’Briens were pretty much guaranteed to be there. Hayden liked her new family. She really did. But some part of her was still waiting for them to change their minds about this adoption thing. Still, Alec Wayland was going to be there too. Hayden hadn’t seen the beater since that terrible day in Diagon Alley. She wasn’t even sure if he remembered her. Trace had offered to get a letter to him for Hayden, but she hadn’t quite made up her mind yet. And then Hannah had mentioned the game and it had seemed like providence. Maybe Hayden could get a look at him from the crowd. Maybe that would help her decide. That was the real reason she was in Hogsmeade today, although she would never admit it to anyone. Well, except maybe Ari, but the orphanage’s counselor was nowhere in sight today.

Part of the O’Brien clan was though. Hayden caught sight of them a short distance away as she worked her way through the stadium to a better vantage point. Trace had been a back-up player on the Gryffindor team in the days of the Weasley twins and even Harry Potter himself, though he claimed not to know them very well outside of the occasional game. But he had come to cheer on his old teammates. Namely those playing for the Cannons because any loss for Puddlemere was good for the rest of the league, even if it wasn’t official. His girlfriend and teammate Emily had shown up as well and was loudly yelling encouragement for the league’s youngest captain. Hannah was there too, having been in school with many of today’s stand-ins. Apparently Gryffindor loyalty never died. She had taken up the Puddlemere side though, both to support her other housemates and to irritate her brother, and Trace was doing his best to drown out her cheering with his own. Then there was Becca with her reporter’s notebook on the off chance anything truly exciting happened. She was shaking her head at the antics of her siblings, but there was a smile on her face. That smile widened as she caught sight of Hayden and waved for her niece to come join them. Hayden very nearly seized the offer. It was easier being around the crazy O’Brien clan without Claire there trying to act like her mother. But then she caught sight of Toby, who had been pretty much avoiding him since returning to Hogwarts. He seemed to be in a remarkably good mood as he watched the players. Maybe this was a good time to approach him. Hayden waved back to Becca but pointed over toward Toby instead. Becca gave her a thumbs-up before rolling her eyes in the direction of Trace, who was now trying to wrestle his hand over Hannah’s mouth to silence her yelling, and Emily, who had switched to shouting playful insults at Puddlemere. Hayden couldn’t help grinning as she turned away. The O’Briens were crazy.

It took a bit of weaving to get through the packed stands to Toby and another Gryffindor. He and Hayden might not be friends exactly, but they were each about the closest thing the other had. Neither one was good at letting others in. Toby was too explosive, and Hayden was too quiet. Complete opposites. And yet somehow they coexisted quite peacefully. Or at least they had until Hayden’s adoption. Please Merlin, don’t let him be mad at her for getting adopted. Or because her new parents worked at the Ministry. It wasn’t like she could do anything about that. And they really were good people, although Claire would probably be shocked speechless to hear Hayden actually defending her. Plus there were rumors about some kind of fight and Toby staying away from his common room. It was concerning. Hayden gave @julia7 a small smile as she reached him. “Hey,” she said, her voice sounding quiet in the roar of the stadium. “You mind if I join you?” Her eyes flicked to the Gryffindor girl, but it was clear the question was meant for Toby.


(OOC - Most of the large O'Brien clan is up for adoption, so check out their adoptables if you're interested.)

The world was a mess; things were falling down around Harry's ears and the blood, sweat and tears he'd put in to rebuild it weren't making any difference - but at least there was Quidditch.

Harry hadn't played seriously for a while, though pick-up games at the Burrow were many. Then he was more of a jack-of-all-trades to fill what positions were needed rather than a Seeker, but his reflexes were still sharp (had to be, saved him from many a curse) and his enthusiasm for the sport was unmatched -

-well, perhaps not. Alec Wayland, who'd asked him to sub for Puddlemere, had a pretty ambitious outlook and Harry had to respect that, just as he respected the Quidditch Captain's drive and talent. He'd accepted the offer without much persuasion, and had done some practice to prepare so that he didn't hit the ground on a dive, and here he was, getting ready for the game next to Alec... and across the pitch from Ron, who'd mysteriously ended up playing for his dream team. Harry grinned at the sight, knowing Ron was probably ecstatic, and turned to Alec Wayland at his comment. "Is that an offer?" he replied, easing into the team banter and cocking an eyebrow. "You might want to wait to see me play."

Ginny Weasley, on his other side, followed up Alec's remark, and Harry threw her a very fond look, eyes dancing. "Why thank you," he mused. "Maybe I should start my own team. You stay on my side though, okay?" Harry grinned and kicked off, feeling his stomach drop out as he soared into the sky and letting out a loud whoop as he became airborne.

Ron was starting to heckle and Harry hollered back in kind, a cheer of "Weasley is our King!" and a loop in the air for emphasis before he started to seek the Snitch. Malfoy was on the other side of the pitch - looking, Harry was sure, for his chance to snatch it out from under his nose - but he wasn't worried... in fact, he was looking forward to the competition. But he was sure that Puddlemere would win with or without him (sorry, Ron)... as long as Fred and George didn't knock him out of the sky first!