The Choices We Make ∆ Harry Potter Sister

Chapter 4.8

The Great Hall was bustling into live that morning as the whole school was counting the minutes until the first Quidditch game since the year break that took place, and not just any game, it was Slytherin versus Gryffindor. The colour red and green were scattered all around the Great Hall like Christmas had come early. Naturally, no speck of green could be found at the Gryffindor table, nor could a speck of red at the Slytherin table, but between the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff table, the two colours seemed to blend seamlessly, although no one had gone as far as Luna Lovegood who seemed to be using her spare time getting her hands dirty, creating a lion shaped hat that actually roared.

Much to surprise, Ellie had no trouble eating before the game this time. She munched through her French toast like there was no tomorrow. Messing with her tied hair, Adrian asked her, "Ready for the first game of the season?"

"It's your last year, Capt, I'll bring the cup home," promised the young Potter, her eyes blazing with determination.

"You better, kiddo," sang Adrian as he swiftly grabbed his broom from under the bench and made his way outside. It took a second for Ellie to registered what just happened, and a second to late that was. Holding on to her half bitten toast, she scurried out of the hall, her broom in her hand, as she dashed for her captain. Laughing heartily, Adrian ran faster out of the castle, with his seeker in tow, until they reached the locker room. He let her caught him there, what he did not see coming was the young Potter charging at her, sending them both tumbling to the floor. The two laughed it off in good nature as Ellie rolled off of her captain, helping him up, just in time for the rest of the team to enter the room. Adrian did the usual pre-game speech, reminding the whole team to play as fair as they could, though he knew there was no point in that, and to try and win the game. Sending the whole team out to the pitch, he slung an arm over Ellie's shoulders.

"Ready, Potter?"

"I was born ready," deadpanned Ellie, but added as an afterthought, "Most likely."

Putting their game face on, the two followed the rest of their team and stood on the pitch. From the commentary box, Lee Jordan opened the game, "Welcome! Welcome! First match of the season and we are starting BIG! I hope a year break won't rust your skills! Today's match is Gryffindor versus Slytherin. We have Johnson leading the lions with Potter, Weasley and Weasley, another Weasley, Bell, and Spinnet on her team, the best team that has ever flown the pitch! From Slytherin we have Pucey leading Potter, Malfoy, Montague, Bletchley, Kings, Lament."

The two Captains from each opposing teams flew to the center of the pitch, and stood face to face, with Madam Hooch standing in the middle.

"I want a clean, nice, game," reminded Madam Hooch as she glared at both Captains, before blowing her whistle and threw the quaffle up into the air. Ellie was quick to kick off and zoomed around the pitch, hoping for a glint of gold.

"And the quaffle is off!" commentated Lee from his box, "Gryffindor's new captain is surely in the zone as she flew past the Malfoy and- THAT'S A FOUL!"

Madam Hooch blew on her whistle, calling for a penalty for Gryffindor. Ellie groaned internally, it was only two minutes in and Montague had managed to cause them a penalty, and she knew that Bletchley was not the best keeper. They got lucky as Angelina seemed to miss the shot, which rarely happened. It was then Ellie heard the chanting coming from the Slytherin stand. It was sickening, humiliating, and rather rude. Flying towards her Captain, she yelled when he was close enough, "Adrian, do something!"

Adrian, too, noticed the rather inappropriate chants coming from his house. Of all his years as a captain, he never asked much, just to win but to win clean, and right about then, the second half was nowhere in sight. Given that Ron was not the best keeper either of them had seen, but the chants were targeted at him, specifically at him. Adrian did not realise it before, but it all made sense to him now that he had actually listened the chants, no wonder he could shoot like there was no keeper. Muttering a few profanities, he turned to the young Potter with a knowing look, "Ellie, end the game!"