Quidditch (again)
"Hey John? John wake up."
Alex was shaking him awake.
"Hey," he said. He looked up. Alex was hovering over him.
"Hey," Alex said, leaning back on his knees. "So, uh, are you, um, mad at me for being super snappy last night?"
Mad?
"I could never be mad at you."
It was true. John could never be mad at Alex, he loved him too much.
Alex heard those words, and he smiled. It was like looking at the stars.
"Eat up, you have a big day ahead of you," Eliza said affectionately. It was true. The Gryffindors had their first quidditch game today, them versus Slytherin.
"So, are the rumors true?" Angelica said, walking up to them, and sitting next to Eliza.
"Where were you?" Eliza asked her. Angelica did go missing for the first half of breakfast.
"With Maria." She winked. There's too much love in the air, John thought bitterly. "So are the rumors true?"
"What rumors?" Alex asked.
"That you, John, and Laf killed the troll."
"You did what now?" Eliza said. John laughed, Alex smiled, and Laf looked a bit sheepish.
Peggy and Hercules looked outraged.
"How come you guys get to have all the fun!" Peggy exclaimed. "You guys get to encounter carnivorous plants and trolls, and all Herc and I get to do is spike the punch or-"
"Margarita Peggy Schuyler-" Eliza started, but was cut of by Hercules.
"Margarita?" He laughed.
"Yes, my birth name is Margarita and if you call me anything other than Peggy, I will make you regret the day you were born-"
"It's fine, Peggs," Lafayette said. "Us Gryffindors are gonna make him regret that day when we decimate him in the game today-"
"Which you will do horribly in if you don't eat!" Eliza exclaimed.
"Fine." John slurped his pumpkin juice angrily.
"And the game begins!"
Gryffindor vs. Slytherin. John felt like they had a pretty good chance at winning, they just had to watch out for Maria and Hercules.
He and Laf were doing pretty well. John would soar around the pitch, keeping the bludgers away from their fellow team members. He saw Angelica and Peggy sitting in the Slytherin side, rooting for the Slytherins.
"Angelica!" he yelled at her.
"Sorry, gotta root for my girlfriend!"
John rolled his eyes.
The game was going wonderfully, with Gryffindors ahead of Slytherins, when John's broom began to act up.
His broom starting jerking uncontrollably, as if it were trying to throw him off. John tried to hold on, one hand on the broom and one hand stuck to his bat. He tried to regain control, but then the broom flipped over, and John was hanging from it with one hand. He faintly heard screaming from the Gryffindor side, Alexander's voice being loudest of them all. John tried to climb onto his broom again.
But John was dizzy. The broom was going around in circles, jerking back and forth. And John only had one hand to work with, the other holding on to his bat, because if he dropped his bat, he was useless to the game.
And then his broom stopped jerking. It was finally cooperating, and John was trying to get back on when a bludger came and hit the broom. And John fell into the pitch.
He barely remembered what happened next.
Hitting the ground.
Screams from the crowd.
Excruciating pain in his right shoulder.
Alex and his friends shaking him.
Alex.
Darkness.