"Thompson, you ready?" I asked nervous about the upcoming game. "I heard that these Brits are awful good," I continued, looking at the team huddled at the other end of the pitch.
"No, Galahard, I won't let these bloody Brits beat us, even if they have a home town advantage," he replied, staring me in the eye. "Just look for the Snitch, don't pay any attention to what we do," he said starting to go off the other team to shake hands with the English captain.
I found my spot between Jarrel and Markley ready to push off. The whistle blew and I flew into the air making quick circles around the pitch. Cheers sounded in my ears and as we made our first goal, and the Quaffle fell into the hands of the Falmouth Falcons.
I continued to fly around the pitch, my eyes darting back and forth, watching the game unfurl below me. Our Chasers were passing around the Brits, employing the new plays we had learned. I looked on as they moved down the field, narrowly avoiding a well-aimed Bludger. Now, the three Chasers were nearing the hoops, close enough to score.
“Come on, George,” I muttered, still searching for the elusive Golden Snitch.
“And Markley scores, increasing the lead to twenty!” the announcer cried enthusiastically as the Quaffle flew past the Keeper.
The crowd erupted, both boos and cheers filling the stadium.
I saw a sign as I was circling the pitch. In blue letters it said, "GIRLS sHOUlD NoT pLAY QUIDdITCh". I took offence to this, as I was the only girl on my team. Oh, I would show them girls could play better then any person on their team. At that point, I didn't quite know I was right.
I watched above the game as Kirk Lovely and Alic Thompson sandwiched the other team’s Chaser gaining possession of the ball a third time. I beamed at our team, making amazing plays, when I realized that I wasn't quite putting my full attention on finding the Snitch. I made a quick dive, hoping to distract the opposing Seeker. It worked and he fell into a dive as well. I pulled up, just short of the grass and began searching again.
I cheered silently as our Chasers put away two successive goals. I didn’t want to get too comfortable with our lead, or let my guard down, but things were looking pretty good for us. The only thing left to do now was find the Snitch.
Suddenly, out of the corner of my eye, I spotted a glint of gold hovering near a hoop. I glanced over my shoulder to see if the other Seeker had noticed it as well, but he hadn’t, and I began to fly towards the Snitch. I’ll teach them that girls can play Quidditch.
I was completely one with my thoughts and concentration, when the Snitch dived, I dived. When it sped up, or turned around, I did also. I was soon overhead and with an easy pluck, I could have grabbed it, and I did. I wiggled in my hand trying to escape, but my grip was firm and I wouldn't let go.
I dived. Spells and curses came flying in from the crowd. Many badly aimed and some missing us by only inches. I dared a glance around the pitch, looking for my other teammates. Jarrel was just dodging a well-aimed Petrificus Totalus spell and Markley was hanging upside down from his broom.
What was the crowd thinking? I guess they couldn’t believe we had beaten their home team; the score had ended up 250-10. Our Chasers had been scoring goal after goal while I was searching for the Snitch.
“Galahard, watch out!” I heard Jarrel suddenly.
Acting on instinct alone, I ducked, narrowly missing what looked like a Stinging Hex. “Thanks,” I shouted back, glad he had seen the spell coming. It would’ve hit my head if he hadn’t given me warning.
Careful to keep an eye out for more spells, I flew lower, hoping I would be safer on the ground.
I was nearing the entrance to the pitch when I landed on the ground. It was as if, I was still flying, my landing so graceful, Markley told me that he didn't even notice that I landed until Thompson landed too. We ran to the entrance and started to run toward the village, escaping the mob of fans.
I never saw the rock in my path, I didn't know it was there until I tripped over it, fell to the ground and squashed the snitch in my hand. On the ground, my legs jumped together in what I knew was a leg locker curse.
“Shoot,” I muttered, trying to move my legs.
Markley was the first to notice I’d fallen.
,” he said quickly. “You okay, Galahard?”
“I’m fine,” I replied, scrambling to my feet.
We began to run again, hoping to evade the crowd.
“Quick, over here,” Thompson said, pulling us off the road we had been following. “Let’s Apparate back home.”
“Fine by me,” Markley said as another spell soared overhead.
As the three of us began to Apparate and leave the crowd behind, I smiled. We had won, and I had showed the crowd that girls could definitely play Quidditch.