Sockless_Person
Ear Wax Flavour
Floo Ferret
A Feline In The MidstThe game progressed in its competitiveness, among many cheers from the students. It makes the teachers proud to see that their students, which they do so much to provide them with proper education, are enjoying themselves, and growing among such talent and knowledge.
Argus Filch, the dedicated caretaker, had come out to watch the game, and he had also brought the inseparable Mrs Norris with him. Ever since she was petrified a few years ago, Argus barely parts with his cat. He is quite fond of her.
Mrs Norris looked up at the sky, gazing wonderingly at the figures high above, zooming around like birds. She licked her lips. The thought made her grow hungry. Suddenly, a thundering bludger shot past, mere inches from the staff’s stands. She had the impression that it was like one of those dungbombs Peeves loved to throw at her. Then again, those figures with bats, resembled Peeves themselves, because they always seemed to be hitting the dungbomb-balls, or sometimes, even some of those figures soaring in the sky. As the memory came back to her, her fur rose on end. Those balls seemed more like the Ever-Bashing Boomerangs she had been attacked by once, while patrolling the third floor corridor. Undoubtedly, several students must have thought it would be a really good prank to play.
A wand was seen pointing upwards from one of the stands, and soon after, one of the flying figures was heard screaming at the top of her voice. That was a student up there? What was she doing? Why didn’t Filch do something? Wasn’t she breaking the rules? Mrs Norris’s mind was racing as she looked expectantly at Argus; waiting for him to do something, catch the person in the act. When she saw that he wouldn’t move, she started mewing loudly, getting slightly angry looks from the other staff members and spectators, so she remained quiet. That stick-like object she had seen from one of the stands, resembled the one, Argus had had in the year she was petrified. She remembered seeing him wave it foolishly, in her view, not knowing what he was doing. He mumbled something, which she couldn’t understand, and saw him walk around his office, waving it in the air, and seeing no result whatsoever. If she didn’t respect, and love him so much, she would have laughed.
Suddenly, Mrs Norris noticed a gold object flying in front of her. Was it a bird? Looking closer, to her dismay she realised it wasn’t, but she found it very interesting nevertheless. She had never seen anything like it. At that moment, two figures on brooms whizzed past them, and Mrs Norris closed her eyes in fright. When she next opened them, she realised that the golden ball was gone, and that the two figures, which had passed by, were chasing it. It had run so fast she could have sworn it was a mouse-like creature. The students had got to their feet, and were cheering loudly.
The cat strained her neck, trying to see what was going on. Unfortunately, she had too much of a small stature, to compete with people standing up. A whistle suddenly sounded, and a mixture of groans and cheers were heard. The Gryffindor seeker, Harry Potter, had caught the snitch when he thought his team was ten points ahead. While he was chasing the snitch, the Slytherin chaser Adrian Pucey, had scored a goal, and thus, the final result of the match was a DRAW. Some students cheered happily, while others sat sulking moodily; the result might not have been the one they had expected.
A win always has a winner who will celebrate his victory with his friends, and a loser who might feel slightly downhearted after the effort he has shown in the season. But, at Hogwarts, there are no winners or losers. Students and teachers are united as a family, and even though fights might erupt between several students, sometimes from different houses, it is the staff’s as well as the fellow housemates’ responsibility, to see that peace is maintained once again, and that the everyday life of all the students is resumed.
Mrs Norris left the stands hurriedly after Filch, who, she had happily realised, was making his way to some of the celebrating students who were forming fireworks in the air. That wouldn’t be allowed. Her presence there, had not been a waste of time after all, she thought.
And I sing, “Odd socks here, Odd socks there, Odd socks everywhere!”
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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.
