|hey__abbott (hey__abbott) wrote in lookingaheadrpg,|
@ 2011-11-26 15:29:00
|Entry tags:||abbie longbottom, justin bones|
Date: November 26, 2025
Characters: Abby and Justin
Location: Hogwarts grounds near Quidditch Pitch
Private/Public: Semi-Public, others are welcomed to join the conversation
Rating/Warnings: None probably
Summary: Abbie is determined to kick some butt and impress Al at the same time if Justin doesn't cause her to die from all his teasing
All week, she dealt with the taunts and the sneers from the members of the Slytherin Quidditch team; it was expected of them since they never been good sportsmen. And all week, Abbie kept her cool, expect once when one offered to show her what a 'real' man could do. She had to have Justin fix her knuckles after she punched him hard in the face. After that she did all she could to avoid them.
When the morning dawned cold and grey, she thought they had the perfect weather for a Quidditch match. She hung out with the team at breakfast, eating some toast with extra peanut butter on it and a huge glass of orange juice. The rest of them shoveled eggs, bacon and sausage links into their mouths while they listened to the captain, a seventh year, tell them what a great chance they have at winning. "Doesn't matter in the end as long as we work together and play a great match."
Abbie used part of the meal to get in the right head space; she needed to be focused which meant when she left the Great Hall with the rest of the team, she only gave the briefest of acknowledgments to Justin and Al. It wasn't that she didn't want the well wishes or that she didn't appreciate them, she just needed her head on the game.
Despite the grey clouds that covered the sky and bitterly cold wind, there was no moisture in the air. The team dressed and discussed last minute strategy in the locker room before it was time to head out. Mounting her broom, Abbie took one more deep breath and kicked off when they announced the Hufflepuff team. Flying around the pitch third in line, she felt the wind blowing through her braid and her heart start to race. Every game felt the same; full of excitement, danger, exhilaration and fear.
The whistle shrill filled the air and the match began. The next hour and a half was a blur. The quaffle flashing red as it was passed between players and through the goal hoops; black bludgers zooming back and forth across the pitch as flyers dodged, dipped, dropped, dove and dodged them. The Hufflepuff chaser squad took command of the quaffle scoring over 60 points in the first 15 minutes. Slytherin now on the warpath became physically attacking the chasers in order to gain the possession, but they only managed to score twice before Abbie and the other chasers score five more times.
There was a brief time out and the Seekers began to frantically look for the Snitch. At that time, both teams needed the golden ball in order to win. However, twenty minutes later Hufflepuff scored some more and took an even bigger lead. After Slytherin score for the third time that game, Abbie took possession of the quaffle and the chasers tried their barrel roll monte play and it worked like a charm; the other team's keeper was so confused that they scored easily and was able to grab the quaffle again and score making it 190 to 30. Before either team could make a score attempt, the Slytherin seeker streaked toward the ground, snatching the snitch right out of the air.
Despite not getting the snitch, the Hufflepuffs still won. Abbie felt so good about the win that, she gloated by smiling brightly as she shook hands with the other team at the end of the game. She showered and changed into street clothes quickly; they deserved a celebration and she wanted to make sure Al knew he was invited. Rushing out of the locker room, she spied her best friend.
"Did you not see that play? Wasn't it the most bloody brilliant thing you've ever seen?"