WHO: Ronald Weasley and Eliot Spencer. WHAT: Challenge thread. Two men, discussing the serious business that is sports. WHEN: Afternoon. WHERE: On a random street. RATING: TBD.
Brow arched highly, Ron watched as the man in dirt-streaked tights dashed his way across the open field with his arms in the air. Various men were running toward him, looking like a pack of rabid animals with those helmets lodged atop their heads while the rest of their massive bodies plowed on. An odd shaped quaffle twirled it's way through the air and made it's way steadily toward the first running man, who seemed downright determined to be the one to get hold of it. Someone was commentating on it from someplace that Ron couldn't quite catch a glimpse of, as it was a voice coming from the screen, but no one seemed to be talking on it. There were just people, running around like crazed animals in tights and funny looking shoes.
The next thing he knew, the crowd erupted and the person that had been chasing after the ball was literally clutching onto it for dear life as a plague of men scrambled on top of him. Ron didn't see why that was such a good thing, but the men standing beside him in front of the electronics store seemed fairly cheerful about it. They whooped, clapped one another on the back, and exchanged a few cheerful words as Ron, stunned as he was, turned his blue eyes back onto the screen and tried to make sense of what had just happened before him.
Something odd. Unusual. Obviously a sport, but why was it relevant for people to get jumped on by men in tights?