Quidditch
“We can do this!” The Ravenclaw captain cheered and everyone halfheartedly cheered back. They were going against Slytherin today and they were one match away from tying for the house cup but everyone knew it’s hopeless to try.
The Slytherins were all tall and scary looking. With Mastermind Dream and Wilbur as the captain and vice captain, no one had any effect on them. They haven’t lost once for the last 3 years.
Wilbur was the captain and Dream was only vice captain because he had a minor malfunction with his broom that was no doubt caused by Wilbur. They were like that sometimes, turning in each other to get the advantage. They would do anything to win after all.
“I’ll be cheering for you!” George said as he hurried to take his seat at the the front of the stadium with the rest of the prefects.
“Let’s welcome the Slytherins.” The announcers said and everyone clapped. There is appeared, all tall lean and toned, not an extra ounch of fat anywhere.
George could almost swear he can see abs under the the bellowing cloak of green and silver.
Tearing his eyes away from the Dream’s figure, he convinced himself he was just jealous. It’s all envy. That’s it.
As the match went on, George found it extremely hard to keep his eyes to his side of the team. The Slytherins moved with such elegance and grace in the air it looks like it was an extended part of their body. It looks so effortlessly good while they on it it’s unreal. George could hardly do the same.
Suddenly, with a swish of green and a flurry of waxed broom sticks, George felt something unpleasant hit his face and his body fell backwards.
Preparing for impact on the hardwood bench, it never came because something had a death grip on his arm and forcefully hugged him forwards.
With the entire chaos of events, George noticed something golden flash at the corner of his eye. He instinctively made a grab for it but he grabbed air.
Dream didn’t.
With a roar, everyone burst out celebrating as Dream held the snitch up to the stands. The Ravenclaws were screaming about how it wasn’t a fair game but the referee couldn’t care less.
Slytherins had won fair and square.
Before Dream was dragged off by the celebration team, the blond cast one last look at George. He looked almost concerned and it caught George off guard for long enough to not realise he was swarmed by concerned team members.
Even Bella which was torn between celebration and checking on George came over.
After some random sips of butter beer and fire whiskey, George returned to his dorm, slightly pissed off and also drink, he noticed a note sitting on his table.
‘How r u? Sry bout ur face’ the note read.
George felt a smile creep up his face. That’s… sweet. Kinda creepy but still sweet. It must be from Karl or something.
If only George noticed the tiny smiley face scrawled out at the corner of the paper. If only he knew who really sent it…