Who: Thousands of Quidditch fans Where: Chudley Canons vs. Kenmare Kestrals game. When: Back dated to October 16th, 2010. What: Another startling murder occurs, this time in broad daylight. Status/Rating: Closed, Private. High for death.
The Canons raced across the Pitch on their way to another score, the victory was still far off; however, the cheers were loud, as the lowly heroes of so many were once again attempting an improbable win. The sky was beautiful, blue, and peaceful; alive with the sounding of thunderous voices that pounded the air with a growing enthusiasm. The stomping of feet, the roar of the crowd, the excited shrill voices of the announcers egging on the participants. A bludger took out one of the Chasers a moment, but the Quaffle was dropped and caught up by the second Chaser, who took up on her own route.
As the flare of excitement filled the air, the two Seekers began to float about back and forth as they watched for their golden prey, ready to win the game for their respective teams. Everyone so focused on the match at hand, no one seemed at all privy to the distant spec that began to appear along the sky's horizon.
As the spec neared, and another point was scored; the Quaffle began its movement again, and once again the roars erupted from the crowd. The points were racking up, but the Seekers had yet to move. Instead they hovered in wait, watching, quietly musing to themselves. Until, as if at a sudden telepathic worry sprang up, there was a collective gasp. The Canons' Seeker, out of nowhere, came falling from the sky, and slammed into the ground from far too high up to survive. His broom continued to float there, but no one could see what it'd been--until that dark spec suddenly loomed over the crowd.
the figure raced into the Pitch, with curses and shouts raging on. The spec raced quickly towards the Keeper of the Canons. The Keeper looked scared and was about to spin away on his broom, when the broom was suddenly exploding beneath him. Sending him flying, the figure caught one of the Bludgers, and swung towards the falling Keeper. When the Keeper hit, he wasn't dead, but was obviously in pain and couldn't move. The figure fell atop him, leaping from his own broom to pin the man onto the ground. Without warning, he lifted the ball and began to smash the man's face in over and over again. With such angry, violent ferociousness, that people gasped and some even vomitted.
The pounding left the face looking like hamburger, blood and skull and brain fragments falling out into the Pitch's once perfect field. Already security was beating down on the man, firing off spells. Immediately he turned, and began to fire curses back at them. Red and green and gold spells laced the air between them all, as he stepped back onto the Keeper's dead chest, and continued to fire.
"YOU WILL SUFFER FOR ALLOWING THEIR BLOOD TO DISGRACE OUR FIELDS! OUR SACRED GAME!!!!" Even as he shouted, his spells continued to fire, as Quidditch players rushed to the defence of their fellows. Yet, suddenly, an inferno spell was sent up and a massive wave of fire was sent flying towards everyone. Gasps from the crowd erupted, as the killer was erupted in flame, along with the Keeper and a few of the security Wizards. One more Kestral team member (Chaser) dropped before the flames vanished and six people lay dead. Two Canons, one Kestral, two security members, and the killer himself.
When the calm settled in, the place erupted into screams of horror and fear, as evacuations suddenly took place. Televisions around the world were showing what happened, and already the Prophet was working on an emergency paper.