Chapter 18
"Get up! Up! It's the big day!" James shouted, shaking Sirius awake.
"Jesus christ, Prongs, it's- what time is it?"
"Five! Thought we could get a bit of extra practice in. We've gotta be ready for the big game!" He said with a smile plastered onto his face, searching around for a suitable shirt.
"Five in the godamn fucking morning! There's no fucking way, I need sleep, Prongs, ever heard of it?"
"You've already slept a full eight hours, you're fine."
Sirius sat up, leaning on his elbows, afronted. "Yeah because you made me go to bed at half eight last night! And took literally everything from my bed so I wouldn't be 'distracted'."
"And look how well that went."
"Fuck off, Prongs, we've practiced at 6am and 6pm almost every day this week, we're gonna be fine."
"Fine is not good enough, we need to crush Slytherin. Crush, do you hear me?"
"It's like Frank birthed you." Sirius mumbled putting their head back on his pillow and turning around.
"I can hear you, now get up! Marlene's waiting!" James then stole her pillows and duvet and threw a shirt and joggers at him.
Sirius made a noise of protest. "You bitch! I need my beauty sleep."
"Clearly, but quidditch is needed more right now. Chop, chop."
Before Sirius could utter a word more, two pillows were thrown at them from the other two occupied beds.
"Just get up, there's no point arguing!" Peter shouted.
"Fine."
The weirdos
6:01
{Evan}: hey just need a little confirmation, are ur friends going as fucking insane as mine
{Lily}: its been literal fucking HELL
{Mary}: i want to die
{Remus}: got woken up at FIVE in the godamn morning because james wanted to get some "extra practice" in like the waking up at 6 in the morning and getting shouted at at 6 at night every single day wasnt enough for him
{Dorcas}: why tf did I not do that
{Barty}: personally im glad u didnt
{Dorcas}: you just dont understand the impprtance of quidditch
{Dorcas}: this match is important
{James}: THANKU it literally decides all the matches after winter hols
{Mary}: u literally js confirmed that its not important
{James}: no i didnt
{Mary}: quite sure u did mate
{James}: fuck off
{Lily}: im on the field and WAITING i won't be dragged out of bed to stand here in the cold for half an hour
James and Barty chat:
heyyyy baby :)
heyy
u having fun freezing ur ass off?
yes as a matter of fact i am
anything to be as prepared as possible to crush u guys later
ur such a nerd
yeah a nerd who's gonna beat u guys so hard today that none of u will have any motivation to play ever again
strong words from a man who can't even kill a spider
woahhhhh
no need to bring that up
and i can so kill a spider
i have seen u stand on a chair to avoid one
nooooo
wnat
idk what ur on about
IT WAS IN THE GREAT HALL
EVEDYONE HEARD
TBERE WERE BADGES OF UR SCARED FACE RVERYWHWRE MADE BY URRRR BEST MAGE
neber happened
no memory of that
pads agrees
ask marlene then,
yeah
she agrees with me
really??
The weirdos:
{barty}: hey who here remembers potter scared shitless of the tiny little spider in the great hall and the badges sirius made
{marlene}: OMFG YHAT WAS HILARIOUS
{marlene}: FAV JAMES EMBARASSMENT MOMENTS
Barty and James chat:
See???
i told u so
:(
The weirdos:
{lily}: omg that was actually fucking hilarious
{lily}: however sirius i feel that was a bit mean for a bsf
{peter}: yeah james didn't talk to them for like a week
{lily}: deserved honestly
{sirius}: it was FUNNY it was a bit of shits and giggles
{dorcas}: it's FUNNY but yeah a bit mean
{james}: it's funny NOW.
{james}: it was heartbreaking then
{james}: it's like
{james}: i saw their true colours
{james}: shining tbrough
{regulus}: oh no
{james}: i saw your true colours
{james}: and that's why i loveee you
{james}: so don't be afraid
{james}: to let them show
{james}: your true colours
{james}: are beautiful
Slytherin skittles:
{pandora}: ik this is coming from me but i think that james is a strange strange man who may need sever pyscological help
{dorcas}: i deeply agree panda
{dorcas}: i deeply agree
{barty}: well maybe
{barty}: he is
{regulus}: i am concerned for tou
{barty}: i just think
{barty}: i saw his true folours
{barty}: shining through
{barty}: i saw his true colours
{barty}: and that's why i loveee hi
{evan}: and that is that.
{evan}: he is now being kicked from this group
{regulus}: he has betrayed us all deeply today
{regulus}: and i don't think i will ever recover emotionally
{dorcas}: he must be left behind
{dorcas}: it's for his own good
Remus pov:
The stadiums are packed as the quidditch match begins, and quite frankly Remus feels like a sardine shoved into a tiny little can.
Crowds are at best horrifying and at worst well debilitating and this one is probably somewhere closer to debilitating. But he is sticking through. Everyone that he is currently involved with is in this quidditch maych and honestly sirius would probably cry if she knew he wasn't there.
Especiallt after waking up so early the past weeks to train. And train. And train.
James Potter is a fucking nightmare.
The trumpets start and Remus gets comfortable in his seat, watching as the gryffindors come onto the pitch. All of them have their heads held high, strutting down the pitch like they own the place. And infurtiatingly for the slytherins, James, Marlene and Sirius all do synchronised flamboyant bows to the crowd. The entire team looks focused but quite arrogant. It's making Remus think maybe the Slytherins aren't wrong to have a tiny bit of hate for them.
The gryffindor crowd is screaming, banners high and flags being waved in the air. Everyone is jumping, waving and just cheering on their team as if nothing else matters.
Remus is starting to think he may have to kill himself in this match.
The Slytherins come on, looking focused towards the pitch, like the match has already started. Dorcas is at the front of it all, elegance personified, but looking around with a deadly sharpness. Regulus is right behind her, looking almost exactly the same, while Barty is somewhere in the middle, grinning wildly.
The Slytherin crowd is chanting what Remus thinks is an utterly stupid fucking chant but he can't exactly mind control them to come up with a better one.
Madame Hooch enters and tugs one arm into the air, and strikes it down between the two leaders. She urges them to shake hands. Remus leans forward as far as he can to see Dorcas and James eye eachother down, all friendliness forgotten.
As they let go, everyone mounts their brooms and Hooch blows her whistle, each player zapping through the air at lightning speed.
Remus can't actually remember half the teams names on either side but he's not too fussed, all he knows is that each one is batting balls and hard. Sirius and James are in trouble.
Marauders and co:
{Remus}: anyone else lowkey scared?
{Mary}: yes but why are we texting we're all sat right next to eachother
{Remus}: do you know how many HUHs were gonna go through before we can understand a WORD?!
{Mary}: yeah fair enough
{Peter}: fycking hell, idk how sirius and marlene are batting all these back this is BRUTAL
{Lily}: yeah godamn
{Lily}: making me think potters training was not for nought
{Lily}: also making me think he had good reason to train for so long
{Mary}: yeah fr
{Mary}: fucking hell this may actually be the first match i've watched where i actually care
{Peter}: I mean either way we're gonna hear a lot of arguments
{Remus}: that is true that is trye
{Mary}: OOOOOO james scored
{Lily}: WOOOOO
{Remus}: he at least needs to score enough to make them safe if regulus catches the snitch
{Peter}: woah quidditch stuff from remus
{Lily}: WOAH
{Lily}: i am flabbergasted that u knew thay
{Remus}: they've been playing it since third year i couldn't get that information out of my head if i TRIED
{Mary}: yeah but didn't sirius once ask u waht a snitch's role to the game was and u were dumbfounded as to what a snitch was
{Remus}: yeahhh so?
{Mary}: that was LAST MONTH.
{Remus}: you can't let them know you know or they will never stop talking about it
{Lily}: that is true i once saw james and sirius harass a first year after they said they were interested in quidditch just a little too loud
{Peter}: you know they can see this right?
{Remus}: WUICK DELETE DELETE
{Peter}: oh ffs
{Peter}: anyways pay artention it's almost half time
Evan pov:
Evan was finding this riveting. From someone who likes to read and watch quidditch he is finding this game absolutely riveting. This is also a game he sure hopes quidditch scouts are looking at. He's not joking when he says that all of his friends would get scouted immediately.
Slytherin and Gryffindor are tied, both whizzing at lightning speed to try and catch up to the other, hurling balls like each one was on fire.
Regulus and Gilderoy were at the highs and lows of the pitch, scouring the sky for the snitch, moving throughout the sea of players like they weren't even there. The golden ball had not even been seen yet, which was a usual for this time in.
Dorcas could be faintly heard commanding her players from above, interjecting the bludgers and trying to grasp the quaffle whenever possible. James was noticing this tactic, throwing underarm at last moments to try to throw her off his tail.
And everyone was buzzing, each of the stands filled with people, even if all they were doing aas talking, or listening to music, everyone was here. Everyone was also listening to the fifth year called Sybil who was managing the speakers and somehow managing to predict each players movements before they were happening.
She should definitely become a journalist or something.
"Who'd you thinks gonna win?" Evan shouted at Pandora.
Pandora gave his a quizzical look, before looking out onto the field and turning back. "They're pretty even for now, I don't know which it will be, but ones either gonna get bored or tired and the others going to use that to their advantage."
"You know, you could be right. I don't think I've even seen anyone slip up yet. May cause a big mistake later on."
They sit in silence for a minute, watching like it was they're prey.
"Whoever loses is probably still going to get to be pretty proud." Pandora says, patting Evans knee.
"Yeah. Good luck telling that to Dork and Reg but I think so too."
The weirdos:
{Evan}: hey gays how u doing all the way over there ;)
{Remus}: why the winky face
{Remus}: should i be scared
{Lily}: i feel scared
{Remus}: it'll be okay lils this strange man can't hurt you
{Evan}: it's called being FRIENDLY
{Mary}: it's called being NONCEY
{Peter}: i do actually agree yeah
{Pandora}: anyways shockingly more important things
{Pandora}: gryffindor have scored two more points than slytherin
{Pandora}: and i need u guys to make them stop.
{Remus}: i couldn't even if i would die if they didnt
{Lily}: true dat
{Evan}: but you don't see what we see
{Evan}: we see a very angry dorcas
{Peter}: do you know what i see
{Peter}: i see a maniacally sexy barty
{Evan}: NOW TRUE DATTTT
{Remus}: ugh james is gonna get a pensieve
{Remus}: i can feel it in my bones
{Lily}: spoiled brat
{Lily}: BUT DORCAS
{Lily}: all hail dorcas and her sexy rage
{Evan}: i don't think i wanna make true dat stick
{Evan}: bit too like ten years ago
{Evan}: but TRUE DAT
{Peter}: she does look fineeeeee
{Peter}: i feel anger really brings out a persons hottest traits sometimes
{Peter}: is that bad
{Mary}: yes
{Remus}: no
{Remus}: yes
{Lily}: no
{Evan}: never
{Peter}: maybe i shouldn't listen to you guys
{Mary}: no peter don't listen to them
{Mary}: they've been corrupted
{Mary}: WERE RHE ONLY SANE ONES LEFT
{Mary}: HOW DID THAT HSPPEN
{Evan}: overdramatic
{Remus}: BAXK TO THE GAMEEEE
{Remus}: Regulus is circling
{Remus}: he's circling
{Remus}: HEA DIVING
{Evan}: and he's flown back up
{Mary}: that would have been so upsetting if it had juste ended like that
{Mary}: id be so upset
{Mary}: i need drama I NEED GOSS I NEED LIFE
{Peter}: dramatic
{Lily}: no id he disappointed too
{Lily}: oooo i think james has the quaffle
{Lily}: and dorcas is not very happy
{Evan}: guys if slytherin doesn't win can you house me :(
{Peter}: ofc we can
{Pandora}: woah i forgot to check my phone
{Pandora}: and woah js woah
{Pandora}: house me too tho yeah,
{Mary}: anything for you
{Lily}: second that
James pov:
James is flying at full pelt towards the goal, hurling the ball through its loop and circling round. He's hyper focused. He's going to win. Nothing is stopping him today. And seemingly his team has realised this too and are working extra hard. He's so so proud of them.
He's definitely going to gloat though because they all made fun of his practice, his regimen and they're early starts but all of they're hard work has paid off. He can see that in the synchronised moves of his players, the perfected techniques everyone is displaying and the model teamwork in which they are working from.
Slytherin has got fuck all on them.
That being said, they are putting up a fight and have almost enough points to be even, but not enough to win.
James is just hoping, he can score until they can beat the snitch, wherever the fucking thing is.
God he's just praying, hoping that Regulus doesn't catch it before they have enough points.
He quickly spots Marlene and gives her a slight nod, their secret code to ramp things up a little.
See James wants to win, right? And Marlene wants to win. And so far they've only won one championship while they have been a part of gryffindors mighty team.
On that, both him and Marlene are desperate to get scouted. As a queer woman, she has to be. James has spent a lot of nights listening to her vent and it has made him understand her a whole lot more. Usually the women on quidditch teams have to be exceptional to get scouted, while men can pull a few tricks, turn a few heads and boom! There is reporters lined up, teams eager to work with them and many different options for careers.
Even though it is a very tough and difficult industry, it is definitely worse for women.
And trans men, like James.
Anyways, they both were fed up with putting so much in and still losing, so over the summer they trained. A lot. Day in, day out, hardcore training to get themselves up to speed. They watched as many videos, read as many books and studied each move in the most popular and talented teams/players. (If you were wondering, Sirius sat out on her own accord, because he felt that they got enough of this "fucking insane bullshit" during school year and didn't want to put up with more on their "one fucking break meant to be for lie ins and lazing")
Marlene and him became pros at everything they could, and knowing they were going to eventually be put in a touch sinch like this, came up with their secret way of letting eachother know, it was time to pull some moves.
Marlene darted over from her old position, snatching the quaffle out of Dorcas' hands and darted it over to James, before batting over a rather nasty bludger in a 360 turn around, giving her a head start to making it round to where the quaffle was going to come through the hoop.
James pelted it at full speed over the tallest one with Marlene catching it below.
From then on was a long back and forth of Marlene and James making as many manoeuvres as possible to distract and defeat the Slytherin players, with every one they learnt.
James could see Dorcas become more and more frazzled as time went on, as they scored point after point, barley letting anyone else get a word in.
He was feeling high, adrenaline taking over his body and they worked side by side, crashing into bodies, doing dives, throws and hurdling through the field. He could hear the screams of his house, and the boos and chants of the other as he raced around the clock, trying to make his opppnents feel impotent.
The weirdos:
{Peter}: what the actual fuck.
{Peter}: WHAT IS HAPPENING
{Pandora}: yeah i actually don't know
{Peter}: WHEN DID THEY PICK THIS UP
{Peter}: HOW SID RHEY PUCK THISNUP
{Peter}: WHAT?!?!??!
{Remus}: beats me
{Remus}: i had no fucking idea
{Remus}: they had this in them
{Peter}: EVEN SIRIUS IS BEFUDDLED
{Peter}: LOOK AT HIM
{Peter}: siriuspullingpikachuface.jpg
{Lily}: i'm shocked at james im not shocked at marlene
{Lily}: she has fight
{Lily}: god they're so SYNCHRONISED tho??
{Evan}: they ARE
{Evan}: god i don't think regulus is doing well
{Evan}: he looks like he's 2 seconds away from imploding
{Pandora}: god even if he does catch that snitch they're all toast
{Evan}: oooo bartys looking aecy
{Evan}: ooo lok at that sexy fury
{Evan}: oh god i hope he takes that out on me latwr
{Evan}: oh pls god let him take that out on me later
{Pandora}: IM RIGHT HERE???
{Pandora}: IM UR TWIN
{Pandora}: we shared a WOMB
{Pandora}: I DONT WANT TO KNOW
{Mary}: whipped
{Mary} oh gucking hell
{Mary}: for the sake of the slytherin pls let this end soon so they're defeat is less miserable
{Peter}: i think i think it's gonna be miserable either way
{Peter}: unless they pull this tg sharpish
{Lily}: i have never felt more second hand embarrassment
{Evan}: OI they are TRYING
{Remus}: and failing
{Remus}: if barty were a gryffindor he wld rn be saying look at my sexy bf go
{Remus}: i know that bc sirius is my partner and i gotta say look at my sexy bf go
{Lily}: he does look good
{Lily}: and i agree but on dorcas' sake
{Lily}: so for gryffindor dorcas' sake look at my sexy gf go
{Mary}: you two are weird
{Lily}: u love us
{Mary}: i do
{Mary}: and i regret that decision
{Peter}: LOOK BAXK AT QUIDDITCH!!!
{Peter}: i think barty might take it out on James later
{Peter}: judging by james looking like he's abt to WHIMPWR
Barty pov:
Barty might actually kill himself. He really might.
There is a very slim chance they are winning today and quite frankly he is very very mad about it. Furious actually. James and Marlene are dominating the course, not even thinking about the other players on their team, let alone the people on his and he is furious.
And a little turned on.
But either way, he feels like he has became a part of the sidelines, in a game he is an active participant in. Which, he doesn't think he needs to even say, is ridiculous.
He is a smart, witty, intellectual man with a more than a few undiagnosed mental problems and he doesn't think that he has losing in him.
Or at least losing in this kind of manner. Because this is not losing, this is being demolished.
He will not let Dorcas' hard wasn't training go to waste, so he may actually speed up his own gears a little.
He is flying over the pitch, reaching his destination in two seconds flat. James Potter.
'Instead of reacting physically, and trying to beat him at his own game, he thinks maybe a bit of pyscologucal tricks will work.
He follows him, relentlessly.
Every throw, every move is followed by him. He is close enough to hear James' breath but he doesn't intercept, not once.
And Barty knows how this usually turns out. He has a feeling James is more trh am aware he is here, but waiting for him to make a move. He knows James is getting paranoid, which is making him sloppy, which makes Marlene aggravated, which means he fails his throws, meaning the crowd ends up getting involved. Which eventually means, James is no longer in his mindset. He's no longer on top of the world, and instead starting to feel a bit worried.
By the time this works, they've put in a lot of goals, but Barty thinks he can spin that in the other direction.
Just when he thinks James is calming down to his presence, he takes the quaffle as his.
Hes throwing it in every which direction, passing back and forth with Dorcas and (eugh) Malfoy, until eventually it reaches the goal.
And it does so again and again and again.
What he didn't expect is Sirius Black to start working HER own magic too.
Sirius is batting bludgers in the direction of their throws, making his team mates second guess and move, giving James and Marlene a chance to cut back in to the play.
It turns into a bloody, reckless chaotic game, of nails and teeth, wins and losses.
Him and James are staring at eachother, eyes both filled with a vicious competition, working simultaneously with and against eachother.
God is it getting hot in here?
Every player has snapped back into focused mode, each eye on each ball, players defending and attacking with equal might.
Barty is hoping this game is being televised, cos god he thinks they'd all be stars overnight. He's starting to want to not only win but give the viewers what they want. He can give them a great show.
His rage triples, hurling the balls left and right, passing cleanly. His real passion is starting to rise, and he's desperately hoping each game can be exactly like this one.
The weirdos:
{Peter}: THIS IS MAKING MY HEAD SPIN
{Peter}: THIS IS WAY MORE THAN IT WAS AMOED UP FOR
{Peter}: I AM SUDDENLY ENAMOURED WIH QUIDDITCH
{Pandora}: fucking christ me too
{Pandora}: god they are playing DIIRRRRRRTY
{Mary}: and i am LOVING ITTTTY
{Mary}: i feel like i have never wanted to talk so much
{Mary}: i would become an interviewer in a MOMENT if it was for shit like this
{Remus}: ugh u guys aren't watching properly
{Remus}: this is divinely sexy
{Remus}: and when gryffindor win, which they wil, i am going to get yo eat my gf so hard
{Remus}: get sloshed then GUESS WHAT eat them AFAIN
{Remus}: he is going to be all outta orgasms when i'm through with him
{Lily}: someone's awoken the beat in you haven't they
{Mary}: meowwww
{Remus}: ugh i'm going to lavish him
{Evan}: i hardcore agree with you
{Evan}: but not abt sirius cos not my brother innit
{Evan}: they are all looking like hot shit
{Evan}: i am so going to tell dork how good she looks in thsi
{Pandora}: she does she does look ridiculously good
{Mary}: UGH she does
{Mary}: she loojs PERFECT
{Peter}: GUYS SERIOUSLY SHHHH
{Peter}: idc how good they look
{Peter}: i care abt the GAME
{Peter}: this once in a lifetime fucking AGHHH ass game
{Peter}: that is right infront of us
{Peter}: i have literally never heard of this kind of game before
{Peter}: for still in education ppl this is INSANE
{Peter}: i am so going to be able to brag about this in like 5 years
{Lily}: TRUEEEEE
{Lily}: bragging rights have been righted.
{Lily}: i do love a good brag
{Peter}: EVERY PWRSON HERE IS LIKE SO INSANELY TALENTED
{Peter}: way beyond usual level
{Evan}: ffs TRUEEEE DATTTTT
{Remus}: god i hate quidditch but this. this is good.
{Remus}: this is enthralljng
{Remus}: football players wld be SHOCKED
{Evan}: ??
{Remus}: muggle thing
{Lily}: ur so right
{Lily}: i'd love to actually see it
{Lily}: wld it still be breaking the statue of secrecy if i kidnapped a bunch of them, made them watch this and then erased their memory's and brought them back???
{Mary}: without a doubt yes
{Mary}: you'd be breaking SOOOO many lws
{Lily}: they js hate to see me coming
Dorcas pov:
Dorcas is laser focused. She is watching everything and reacting as quickly as possible. Each breath the other team takes is furthering her cause to victory and she is trying to make that happen as quickly and efficiently as possible before Regulus catches that goddamn snitch.
She is throwing dirty moves as much as possible, and urging her team to do the same. Gryffindor started it and she will not disappoint. This will not be a clean game.
It's an absolute shock Madame hooch hasn't tried to intervene yet as some of these moves are getting dodgier and dodgier by the second but Dorcas is glad.
Sirius is trying to maneover her away from the main centre of action, and more into a pointless back and forth with bludgers but she won't be fooled. She is going after that fucking quaffle. 5 more goals, and the snitch and they've won.
Victory is so close she can feel it. And its driving her. She won't be dumbfounded anymore, she won't let her team go down in humiliation. She will make them rise up and win if she fucking has to.
She scores one, diving up and down, trying to confuse as many of her opponents as possible, which is unfourtunately not working.
Everyone is thinking entirely in quidditch and everything is a strategy.
She shoves some fifth year away and grabs the dropping quaffle, throwing it to Barty, who underarms it to Lucius, who throws it back to her when he's close to the goal and to being cornered.
She sparks up grabbing at the ball and hurling it through the second post, swing herself around until she can catch sight of what the other team are doing.
She scans for James, then Sirius and then finally Marlene.
Whos missing?
A sharp gust of wind flies by her side as she sees her partner throw a wave and a wink, ball under one arm, before turning back around and pelting it towards her side of the goals.
Not today.
She grabs the end of her broomstick, flying through the air at top speed before skidding to a halt beside Marlene, who's just grinning before she starts again.
A beater has launched a bludger at her, which she artfully dodges by swinging herself upside down, still hurling towards Marlene and their end. She hears her house cheering her on, and sees -out of the corner of her eye- Barty join her but on the opposing side.
James and Marlene are passing, swirling past players, skilfully avoiding the ball going into the "wrong" hands.
Dorcas will get past them.
At the last throw to James, Dorcas darts with it, propelling forward with maximum speed before turning to a stop, inches infront of James' face and catching the ball herself.
The speed of the ball shes caught almost throws her off her broom, but she readys herself quickly and darts in the opposite direction.
She feels like she's playing a very fast game of tag.
Regulus pov:
Regulus is scanning the field, moving his broom in every direction, trying to spot this snitch.
Gilderoy, shockingly, actyally joined him for a little bit, trying to make catching this damn thing fun. Even more shockingly, Regulus let him. They searched opposite places, had races around the pitch, and overall fed they're competitive minds.
But Regulus would not be playing silly games for much longer.
Because he's just fucking caught sight of the snitch.
He chases over to it, finding it moving almost as if it were confused as to where to go. But it's not long before it's off again, chasing its way over the pitch, making him weave between players, and balls. And also making himself a very noticeable target for the other teams seeker.
He knows he's good. He's fucking amazing. And this seekers got nothing on him.
But this time, the snitch seems quite fair game. Even to a simpleton like Gilderoy.
He is chasing the snitch like there is nothing else in the world that matters more than this small, winged, golden ball because that is how it feels. This game is all or nothing. And it's right before Christmas break. Which means, if he fucks up, it's going to be a very long and very hard Christmas break.
It also means a very angry Dorcas Meadowes. He doesn't quite know which is worse.
Gilderoy has caught up now and they're knee to knee in their pursuit. Regulus is starting to shove him, trying to get him off like a bug. But, as it turns out, Gilderoy has some fight in him too.
They're taking turns shoving, knocking eachothers broomsticks up, trying anything to make the other person lose focus, or maybe even fall.
Nah, that would be a shitty win. Winning with disqualification is never really a win.
The snitch is leading them everywhere, including the crowd. Poor people are ducking everywhere to avoid them, teachers shouting, and very loud grumbles mixed with a few ooos and a few ahhhs.
And all of a sudden, Regulus is finding himself hurling through the insides of t he stands chasing this fucking ball. Him and Gilderoy are moving up and down through the stands, breaking many wooden pieces. Regulus shoves Gilderoy to the side, creating a rather worrisome crunch. Although, Regulus doesn't have time to be worried. Before he knew it, Gilderoy was shoving him just as hard back.
They are going through these tunnel like structures, bolting down them really, making many quite tumultuous sounds of body's on wood, that could potentially be causing a tad bit of worry on the outside.
It doesn't go on for much longer though, as just as he knew, Gilderoy is just not as smart.
He was looking at his opponent and not infront of him, which ultimately was a bad decision as a plank of wood beats him smack bang on his forehead.
He goes skidding out of the "tunnels" creating a Gilderoy shaped hole with him, and Regulus continues following the snitch.
It's just out of his reach and he takes a rather risky move. He stands. He inches himself further and further until his finger tips are touching just feather like to the ball.
But Regulus was not paying enough attention.
His broom comes slamming to the ground, throwing him over board and putting him in the floor.
The whistle is called and the game pauses, as Pompfrey enters the field, rather quickly.
He gets sat up and lasts all of about two seconds before he starts retching.
His hands fly up, scared of vomit, and hoping to press it down, before he feels it. At the back of his mouth is a round object that seems to be fluttering, touching his gag reflex.
He spit it into his hand, and holds his fist up victorious, as the trumpets start. The game is over.
The weirdos:
{Peter}: FUCK ME.
{Peter}: FUCKING FUCKING FUCK HELL
{Evan}: WE LIST
{Evan}: VY ONE FUCKING SCORE
{Evan}: ONE ONE MORE GOAL AND WE WOULDVE WON
{Peter}: I DONT EVEN CARE WHO WON BABY BLACK JUST FUCKINF ANHIALATED RHE WORLS OF QUIDDITCH
{Lily}: jesus cheist that was impressive
{Mary}: AND NOW WE PARTAYYYYY
{Remus}: regulus is a strong BRUTAL man
{Remus}: gilderoy BEVER stood a chance
{Remus}: I FEEL PUMPED
{Remus}: this never happens WHAT HAVE I BECOME