num1chudleyfan
wizard in training
Floo Ferret
CRABBE'S WAND WORK
Crabbe yelled right along with the other Slytherin fans as the scores were announced once again. "Gryffindor 20, Slytherin 60," Lee Jordan commented dully. Crabbe didn't really understand what was going on, not that he usually did, but the yelling around him was enough to get him wild up with the rest of the crowd. Malfoy was grinning stupidly as well from his awkward mount on his Nimbus 2001, Crabbe knew that when Malfoy was happy he should be too! Crabbe grunted dumbly and elbowed Goyle, who chuckled stupidly back at him. Yelling of a different sort suddenly rippled through the glob of green and silver around him. Gryffindor had scored, although Crabbe didn't understand exactly what that meant, but whatever had happened Crabbe thought, it wasn't anything good.
Even for the short time Crabbe had played Quidditch the only thing he’d understood was, “hit people” and that’s what he had done. He’d only been aloud to play beater on the Slytherin team for one season, he’d been banned soon after for to many illegal moves and fouls (whatever those were, he had thought to himself.)
Staring up at the game above Crabbe caught site of Malfoy heading straight for the Gryffindor goal posts with something red in his hands. A whistle sounded but Malfoy didn't stop, he didn't care that a seeker taking the Quaffle was means for what Dean referred to as a Red Card. Ron (although Crabbe had no idea it was Ron) Gryffindor's astoundingly talented keeper, was the only thing left in Malfoy's way. With a grin pasted on his ugly pointed face Malfoy let the Quaffle fly. With an amazingly quick spiral maneuver Ron blocked the shot; and with a throw worthy of a world cup game Ron hit Malfoy square in the chest. As Malfoy fell towards the ground Ron caught the rebounding Quaffle and passed in off to Angelina as a roar of noise mounted from the Gryffindor fans.
Crabbe stared from Malfoy rolling over on the ground to the streak of red and gold heading towards him. He elbowed Goyle with another grunt and pointed at the oncoming blur. He pulled out his wand and Goyle did the same. Poised and ready the two waited until Angelina suddenly sped past, and they let their wands fly. The two dumb oafs threw their wands straight at Angelina, or so they thought, and missed miserably. There was another cheer from the Gryffindor supporters and a groan from the Slytherins. Crabbe groaned too, although his reaction was slightly delayed due to his brains slow processing. Yet any Slytherin (although no many) with any sense already knew the game was lost. With Harry Potter, the greatest seeker the school had seen in years, against no Sytherin seeker at all Gryffindor would once again be victorious.
R.A.T.S Ron against tap dancing spiders
Round Four - The Quidditch Match, Short Story Challenge
evlpez Round Four - The Quidditch Match Oct 23 2004, 01:45 AM
Oct 23 2004, 01:45 AM
Unlike Round 3 (The Magic Box Challenge), the submissions for this challenge do not make a continuing story. Each submission must stand alone as a short story.
Note to ferrets: Remember that you are writing fan fiction as though you are the Floo-Between user you've chosen. This means that if you've chosen Snape, you are writing as though Snape is writing fan fiction, not as though he is a part of the story. Each character may write as many submissions as they wish for this challenge, as long as each submission is significantly different from their others. The deadline for submissions is Wednesday December 1st.
