Quidditch Game
~* Harry Potter x Newsies Quidditch Headcanon*~
At breakfast Sarah and Katherine sat across from David who was tucking into fruit salad as he looked at an arithmacy textbook.
Katherine cleared her throat and David looked up.
“Good morning Ladies” David said with a smile.
The girls did not in fact smile back. David was slightly intimidated by the sombre expression on their faces.
“Whats up?” He asked cautiously
“Cut the crap.Why are you not going to the quidditch match Davey?” asked Katherine with an accusatory tone.
Davey blushed. “Oh yeah. Um I didn’t really think that with the amount of homework I have that it would be helpful”
“BULLSHIT!” yelled Sarah.
“Language Jacobs” called Medda as she walked past.
Sarah ducked her head down to whisper “Thats bullshit Dave and you know it”
Katherine nodded and said “It’s only because he doesn’t want to see his boyfriend”
David turned even more red and the two girls smirked and leant back, satisfied.
“So it is because of Jack” Sarah smiled. “Well now you are definitely going”
David shook his head frantically.
“It-Its not even a Ravenclaw match! What do I need to be there for?” David protested.
“Doesnt matter,”Sarah shrugged” A bunch of our friends are playing. I’m playing as a matter of fact! You can say you are there for support.”
“You’re not getting out of this one easy Jacobs” Katherine laughed.
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“Hellooooo my Girlies, Bros and Non-Binary Hoes!” Crutchie called joyously into the microphone.
“Morris” Kloppman called warningly from his post beside the announcer.
Crutchie ignored him blissfully and carried on. “Welcome to the first Quidditch match of the year!”
David was uncomfortably wedged in between his brother and Katherine.
“Sorry Bro, its to prevent escape. Sarah instructed us to not let you leave” Les informed him when he tried to protest.
David sulked while Katherine and Les cheered loudly beside him.
“We have a lovely line up of players today!’ Crutchie said ‘On our gryffindor team we have Jack, Albert, Tommy Boy, Boots, Kid Blink, Henry and our Seeker Sarah Jacobs!”
David was a bit confused as to why Crutchie was referring to the boys with their nicknames instead of their real names.
Kloppman thought that too.
“Real names please Morris”
“But whats the fun in that sir” Crutchie said cheerfully.
The crowd laughed
“And our Slytherin team everybody!”Crutchie introduces to a rousing cheer.
“Spot, Morris, Hot Shot, Snipeshooter,Smalls, Mike? No no sorry, Ike! And our seeker Racetrack!”
The crowd roared again. David covered his ears and winced.
“Also everyone. I have been told to inform you all that Race is single, ready to mingle and swings all ways” Crutchie said as he read off a small peice of parchment in his hand.
Race blew a kiss to the crowd and Davey could have sworn that he saw Spot roll his eyes.
“Well,”Crutchie began ”now thats all over, lets start on quidditch”
The balls were released and the players flew into the air.
“ Quaffle goes to Albert, Tommy Boy, Back to Albert, to Jack, to Albert, Back to Jack, Intercepted by Spot. Lovely interception Spotty Boy! Ooo, he did not like that nick name.”
Crutchie was talking at the speed of an auctioneer as the balls were passed around at lightning speed.
“Spot has the quaffle is going to shoot anddd he drops the quaffle from a bludger to the gut. Nice shot Boots!”
Boots smirked and waved to the crowd while the slytherins hissed at him.
“Ooo and boots is off his broom from the bludger that he hit!” Crutchie laughed. “Pride cometh before a fall my friend!”
Boots with the help of his fellow beater Henry swung back onto his broom with difficulty.
“Quaffle back to Jack, to Spot, intercepted by Albert, passed to Tommy Boy. Tommy boy shoots AND SCORES!”
The entire gryffindor crowd went crazy. Tommy Boy turned a loop de loop and flew into a high five with Sarah, who was still searching for the snitch.
“I think Lady Jacobs has seen something.” Crutchie began to get excited. The crowd did too. “Oh no she’s lost it”
The crowd sighed and David watched as Sarah scanned the pitch from a high point. Racetrack was acting like he was looking for the snitch but David could see he was watching Spot.
He laughed to himself.
‘Slytherin in possesion of the quaffle, Morris, Spot, Morris, Hot Shot, OH MY GOD A BLUDGER IS HEADING STRAIGHT FOR HIM!” The crowd gasped” False alarm everybody. It was expertly deflected by Miss Elizabeth Smalls, whos not even on the team!”
Hot Shot nodded briefly at Smalls and attempted to get the quaffle into the goal.
“He shoots. He scores” Crutchie Yells.
The slytherin crowd cheered loudly.
“The two teams have now drawn. Sarah, Race can you please hurry up and catch this snitch. We want to wrap this up before nightfall” Crutchie whined.
Sarah and Race turned to look at Crutchie with unamused grimaces.
Suddenly Race’s face dropped. And he shot straight down. Sarah followed suit and urged her broom ahead.
“People! I think our seekers have found the snitch” Crutchie yelled excitedly.
The two seekers zoomed side by side around the arena following the small golden sphere.
Racetrack reached out and grabbed the snitch. In his over exertion he fell off his broom and rolled onto the ground.
As his broom began to float away Smalls flew and grabbed it by the handle and brough it back to the ground.
“And the game goes to Slytherin!”
The crowd went wild and cheered both sides of players to the ground.
David noticed Jack cheering his friends on but still his eyes looked sad.
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