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weapingweasley · 4 years

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sore loser ~pt. 2~ (george weasley x narrator smut)

Description: Enemies to lovers (kinda). A Slytherin seeker has a minor bragging problem and manages to just get under every single cell of skin George has. After the biggest game of the year George decides he’s had enough.

Note: I am aware Umbridge banned Harry and the twins from quidditch and Draco is typically the seeker but we are going to ignore her and injure him for the sake of fiction.

Also, I am sure the narrator will piss a lot of people off, however I like her attitude a lot. She definitely receives the back lash for being a Slytherin, but is never the instigator. She just knows how to end any confrontation. I gave the boys a bit of a temper. Since the narrator is a Slytherin, I though I could use some of that prejudice to fuel some of the “hatred” between characters.

Disclaimer: NSFW, 18+, cursing, sex, and a lot of words.

I feel meh about the sore loser posts, but I am just trying to learn to write.

“Oh, I look forward to seeing you after the match. With my money.”

~ morning of the match ~

In the changing rooms I made sure to get all my gear on in the corner to avoid any benchwarmer jokes. I focus my mind on the game and how much fun it will be to even watch. Matches against Gryffindor are so much more enjoyable to watch just because of the clear rivalry. Nothing like beating down egos with Bludgers. Draco takes charge of the warm up and not so encouraging pep talk.

“If we lose to those incompetent freaks, practice will be hell for each and every one of you. I have worked too bloody hard to see them win and you should feel just the same. I want to see blood and not ours. So go out there and kill some Gryffindors!” Such a poetic man, really knows how to control his feelings.

We approach our tent and everyone gets into their positions, and I take mine right by the water. I swear if I hear one water girl joke I will indeed throw my broom through the commenter’s eye.

The head referee signals the match to begin and without hesitation Slytherin ambushes the balls. Vaisey is able to get ahold of the Quaffle and pass it back and forth with Montague avoiding the Bludgers coming from the Wealsey twins. It only takes about five minutes for us to score. Lee confirms the goal and I jump up screaming, “Too fast for you, Cowards? Huh?”.

Twenty minutes into the match and the Snitch finally enters. Both teams continue to score back and forth, while Draco and Harry fight to get a hold of the speedy golden flyer. I watch as Draco reaches closer and closer to the Snitch with Harry close behind him. They are approaching a quick dive when Draco lets go of his broom to snatch it. He is so close when I spot Harry suddenly pulling his broom quickly up and out of the race.

If I had blinked, I would have missed the Bludger hitting the very back of Draco’s broom. It sends him off his broom and down fifty metres where he lands on his wrist. The head referee calls a brief time out and I watch as Draco Malfoy is carried off the field. Panic erupts in my stomach. Yes, Malfoy was a coward when it came to everyday incidents, but not once has he ever allowed himself to be removed from a match. Never one was I expected to ever play seeker.

I can hear Montague in the distance calling me in, so I hesitantly grab my broom and fly onto the field. Before even getting into position, sweat droplets start forming on my forehead and my hands are pulsing. The noises coming from my gut sounded like I had left Fang in the dark for too long. This is the opportunity I have been waiting for, but now I actually have to prove myself.

As soon as the referee signals us to resume, I take my place above the action. I refuse to allow Fred and George the satisfaction of being responsible for getting me out of the game. If I keep moving while also keeping an eye out for Potter and the Snitch, I should survive. He stays close to his defense while I stray above the middle. Harry over the years has switched from staying above to being closer to the plays with the protection of the Twins. Too bad I do not have the guaranteed protection of my team.

The cashers on both teams were moving incredibly fast and it had turned into a game of catch me if you can. Each team was making goals and just quickly recovering. After about four goals each, the Snitch is set free again. It is dashing through the air and I can see Harry moving quickly to follow it’s every move. The twins react fast enough to hit any Slytherin that seems to be trying to get in his way. I sneak closer to the Snitch watching as Harry flips around trying to catch it. If he moved right, it moved left.

I can hear the stands yelling at me to move faster and to get more involved, but I am aware of my strengths and hell I am fast. I just need to figure out where the Snitch is moving to next. Suddenly, Harry dives following it close to the ground and towards the side of the arena. I push down on my broom to get there as fast as possible. As I approach, I can see Harry’s hand millimetres from the Snitch. Then it does exactly as I expected and flies straight up. I add more pressure onto my broom and propel faster than I ever had. If I keep on this path the Snitch will change. So before it could, I grip my legs tighter and flip below my broom. Embarrassingly enough, but I squeeze my eyes shut and reach for it as fast as I physically can.

I can feel resistance in my hand, but I am just too afraid to look. Lee Jordan’s voice screams out “THE SNITCH HAS BEEN CAUGHT! Slytherin wins (without cheating for once)!” The last part definitely earned him a slap in the back of the head from McGonagall.

I fucking did it. Holy shit. I actually fucking did it. A wide grin stretches across my face as I fly laps around the arena with the Snitch in my hand and still upside down on my broom. I’m arrogant, I know. As soon as I land a mosh of Slytherins surrounds me and I receive enthusiasm left and right from my teammates.

I hate to admit this, but all I can think about is look on George’s face when he gives me my 5 galleons.

Once the changing rooms settle, I sneak to the Gryffindor’s rooms. Without knocking I walk right in and up to the tall red head.

“I told you not to bet against me!” George’s facial expression resembles a child approaching their temper tantrum. Not only by the loss, but also from my inappropriate presence. His stare holds my eyes and with every step he takes towards me, I take one step back. We keep moving until the back of my legs meet a bench.

“You really had to come in here, after everyone left just to brag.” His steps continue closer to me and my heart pumps at a rate I’ve never experienced before.

“Five galleons, please.” My voice is barely audible with the lump that has grown in my throat. Our faces are so close that he can probably feel the irregular rhythm of my breaths. I need to break this eye contact. So my dumbass takes a quick glance at his lips just before he speaks.

“You only came here for your money?” George’s voice is huskier than usual. Most likely due to the intense game and frustration from the loss. He must have noticed my glance because suddenly his hands latch to the side of my neck and face. He connects our lips. Like an instinct, my eyes flutter shut and I follow his hungry movements. I curl my fingers into his shirt to keep myself from falling back onto the bench. There is something sloppy and greedy about the kiss, like every insult we have inside is coming out.

George leans deeper into me, forcing my grip on him to tighten. One side of my face becomes bare and he snakes his hand around the small of my back. The thumb still resting on my cheek moves in one small stroke and I melt. Before it can get any more affectionate his hand remaining on my face moves to the back of my thigh and grips my leg up to his hip. The gasp that exits my lips earns a grin from George and he shifts his lips from mine to the sensitive spot on my neck. His lips suck and nibble on the spot resulting in my rigid breathing. I grip his neck and his hungry attack encourages a light moan to leave me. My stomach fills with this light feeling and I cannot help but to tug at the hair on the nape of his neck causing a grin to form on George.

I nudge George to move his head from my neck, desperate to feel his mouth on mine again. He immediately takes the hint and reconnects our lips in a frenzy. His tongue parts my lips so he can bite and pull on my bottom lip. A whimper opens my mouth fully and George takes the opportunity to indulge his tongue. The make-out is scrappy with hands everywhere and hair being pulled. Our breathing became intense and wild. The pressure of the moment and George’s weight start paying a toll on my legs and I fall back onto the bench. The thud of my fall paints my cheeks pink and makes George chuckle. With the disconnect of our bodies, I slip off my quidditch robe slowly making sure his attention remains on me the entire time. The new exposure stops his chuckles quickly and the fire in his eyes that he had throughout the last few days returns.

“Five galleons, please?” My voice comes off quiet with a rasp due to our greedy actions.

George takes advantage of me being seated and dives right into my body with one knee between my legs and an elbow resting on the bench next to my head. The contact of his pelvis with my pulsing lower half makes me moan his name. The tightening of his pants tells me that’s what he likes to hear. My fingers move to pull at his robe as he continues to grind into my body.

George stands back up to take off his top robe and I took the opportunity to assist him with his pants. Once the button is undone, I look up and hold his eye contact as I pull his zipper down and drag the waistband down his legs. I cannot help but bite my lip as I see the tent in his boxers and his stare fixated on my face and eyes. I reach for the band of his boxers, but George grabs my bum and pulls me into a standing position. I wanted to taste him.

“I need you to keep me warm,” A shiver ripples through my body. I can feel his breath on my ear and the vibrations of his voice on my neck. He rips off the remainder of my clothing and plants wet kisses all over my shoulder and collar bone.

George’s large hand picks me up from my arse and holds my body up against the lockers with his tense hips. His free hand creeps onto my back and unclasps my bra. The cold air hardens my nipples and makes them sensitive to touch. The mix of our body heats keeps the frost from biting. His lips attach to my nipple and his tongue rolls over the sensitivity causing my back to arch into him.

“S-shit, George!” My shaky voice only encourages his feasting and he pushes our bodies deeper into the locker. My hand grips onto his back while the other strangles his upper arm. The more he works my body the deeper my nails dig into his triceps. His arm moves from under my bum into my panties. While his pointer finger makes circles around my clit, he strokes my folds with his middle finger. I could feel him glide through my moisture and my hips buckle into him.

George’s lips left my chest and he aligns our eyes, “I didn’t know you wanted me so bad, Princess.” The way George said Princess it felt like a dare.

I grab the sides of his face and hold his eye contact before speaking. “George. You need to fuck me right now,” Without a hesitation, George drops his boxers down just far enough to release his cock. My legs tangle around his waist. The force of the lockers are the only thing truly holding me up. George’s hands are now free and one keeps me by the back of my thigh and the other tears my panties right at the crotch.

George nuzzles his head into the side of my neck as he inserts himself. The size of him stretches my walls so much I let out a gasp. His hot breath on my neck is sending chills down my spine while each thrust sends them up. I cannot help but let my eyes and head fall back. He feels so sensational inside me.

“Merlin, you’re so tight around my cock.” His voice is deep like a moan and I flex inside.

George must have liked my response because my arm from behind his back is being pinned up above my head. His thrusts become deeper and harsher. Each movement he makes makes me want to scream in pleasure. My only available hand pulls his lips back to mine. The kisses are sporadic with our shaky breaths and harsh thrusts. I move a hand to the nape of his neck and pull on his hair again. His raspy moan causes my walls clench and legs to shake.

“G-George. F-fuck, I am gonna c-cum!” I grip tightly into his hair and dig my face into the crook of his neck. With his last thrust I plant a wet open-mouth kiss and tighten my legs around him.

My walls strangle him as I scream out his name one last time. It is enough to send him over the edge with a deep groan leaving him. His warmth fills my core.

Once we both come down from our orgasms, George sits us down on the bench with me straddling him. An exhausted smile appears on his soft face.

“You’re a sore winner,” he lets out in a baritone chuckle. I have a wide grin growing on my features. Our lips collide in a long soft kiss. I pull away to take in all of his features.

“And you, George Weasley, are a sore loser.”

#george weasley #george wealsey x reader #fred weasley #narrator #hp fanfic #fanfic #hogwarts #gryffindor #slytherin #harry potter #quidditch #smut

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florbexter · 5 years

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Magic Encounter Part IX

@ctl-yuejie @dramafantasy @entropy-never-decreases @evan842 @lazygeisha

[AO3]

Magic Encounter - Part IX

“I mean Oh as in Oh… like… you went out with that jerk?”

Pete sniffled and laughed at the same time even though Ae could have kicked himself for not thinking before he spoke. He reached out and wiped tears from Pete’s face. He hated the red rimmed eyes and forlorn look on his face. Pete was beautiful and in Ae’s mind the most beautiful when he smiled.

“How long were you dating?”

“A few weeks.” Pete shrugged and sighed. “He was my first boyfriend, I guess I wasn’t experienced enough to see the signs of him being not good for me.” “With what was he blackmailing you?” Ae squeezed his cheeks. “Don’t tell me you’re secretly a dragon egg smuggler.”

Pete smiled and shook his head. “He said he would tell my parents about our relationship.” “The more you tell me the more I want to punch him… wait, your parents are homophobic?”

Pete sat back on a stool and looked down on his hands. Fresh tears fell and he seemed embarrassed and impatient in equal measure.

“Your parents weren’t involved in all the drama?” “They have no idea,” Pete admitted, “everything was done between Professor Longbottom and Headmistress McGonagall. Tin, my housemate was a witness and they found evidence in Trump’s room that I wasn’t the only one he blackmailed. They kept the victims names under wrap.”

Ae never wanted to hug someone so bad in his life.

“It’s easy in Hogwarts. You have Professor O’Foghladha and her wife who live in Hogwarts together and the support groups in every house, but out of Hogwarts it’s… different.” “So you really think your parents would reject you?”

“My dad is really… conservative.” “And your mum?” “I don’t want to make her sad.” “What is so sad about having a gay son?”

Pete looked up at him and Ae took his hand in his.

“I don’t say that you should come out to your parents when you’re not ready, but I personally think that they may surprise you? Don’t you want to talk with your mum about what happened?” Pete gave a little nod and Ae took the opportunity to fondle his cheeks some more. He was kinda obsessed. “You have the softest skin,” he said in wonder and laughed when he saw Pete blushing. “Look at my hands… all rough from flying.” “You don’t use gloves?” “In training and when we have a match but for day to day flying… no.” “You really should,” Pete murmured and turned Ae’s hands in his. He caressed the injury from the punch lightly and Ae felt something in his stomach bloom. It was a weird feeling. As if he had swallowed Bludgers.

“I wanted to find you to ask if you want to have lunch together, but I guess I have to face Professor O’Foghladha to apologize for missing the first half of Potions and see if I survive it.” Pete crunched up his nose which Ae found very cute. “I am sorry, because of me…” “Nope,” Ae interrupted him, “you’re a victim. Those Slytherin assholes are at fault. You really don’t want to report them?” Pete shook his head. “I want this to be over. I don’t want to think about Trump and everything anymore.” “But they clearly don’t care about your wish to forget everything. How do you get them to stop? Enduring their abuse?”

Ae still thought about Pete’s helpless shrug half an hour later. He stood in front of Professor O’Foghladha and apologized for turning up late. She was Head of Ravenclaw, had written high praised papers on potions based on herbs found in the gardens of muggles, had nice brown eyes and everyone was terrified of her. She was one of the kindest teachers in Hogwarts but if you disappointed her the glare she threw at you was able to freeze you on the spot. He took her scolding and accepted the essay topic he had to write as a punishment before sliding behind his kettle next to Ping.

“You’re a brave man,” Ping murmured. Ae just nodded. His mind wandered to Pete, as it always did, and he was glad that Pete’s next lesson was History of Magic. Professor Binns wouldn’t care if he was late.

Because of the essay he would not have time to meet Pete for lunch and that was one of the reasons why he cut his peatree roots with a bit more force than was necessary. Because he really didn’t want to think about the fact that Pete and Trump had been boyfriends. Who had touched each other, who may have kissed. One of the roots jumped of the table and Professor O’Foghladha threw him another glare.

At least he was able to protect Pete from those Slytherin jerks. They were that kind of garbage who only attacked when no one was looking and Pete was alone. But Pete wasn’t alone anymore. Ae would make sure of that.

That was why after a stressful day he was glad to unwind himself with Quidditch training.

“I’m not sure what made you this aggressive today, but by all means carry on,” Champ said after he threw another goal. After Type’s graduation Champ had been selected to be the next captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team and even though he wasn’t as rigorous as Type he made a great captain.

“Maybe with less aggression against your fellow team-members,” Can said and poked him with his bat. Ae may have shoved him a little in his eagerness to get to the Quaffle.

“What is more important are the new members of our little fanclub,” Chaaim chirped in. She pointed to the bleachers, where, next to some fourth year students, sat two new faces.

“Or are those spies? They wear Hufflepuff colors?”

“That’s Pete!”, Ae said and flew back to the ground. “Who is Pete?”, Can yelled after him.

Ae jumped from his broom the moment it seemed save and was greeted by Pete who smiled his shy smile at him. “Is everything alright? Did something happen?” Ae was ready to fight, if he had to he would take his broom and bash some heads in.

“Everything is okay,” Pete said and Ae was convinced that this sentence added some years to his life, “Tin is with me.” He pointed to the boy who was still sitting and looking bored. He was the one who had been with Pete during their detention in the greenhouse. “Okay… what.” “I brought you something to eat. I didn’t see you at dinner and you told me you had Quidditch training so… here!”

Ae was confronted with a container of food in his face. “Wow… thank you.” His stomach growled as if it had waited to smell Pad Kra Pao to make itself heard. “No problem. Our common room is next to the kitchen.” “The house elves made this extra for you?” He was treated to another blush from Pete. He wanted to tease Pete some more, but he heard dull sounds behind him which meant that his team-mates had landed. “Since when do you have your own delivery service?” Can asked and peaked over his shoulder. “Ohhh… that looks yummy.” “And it’s all mine. You came late to practice because you ate too much.” “Pond is right, you’re really mean.”

Champ hit Can on the back of his head. “Why don’t you introduce us to your food supplier?”, Champ asked and Ae had no idea why but he sounded teasing. He squinted at his captain but Champ just smiled widely at him.

“This is Pete. Seventh year from Hufflepuff. He is not on the Quidditch-Team which means he is no spy.” “I never said he was a spy,” Chaaim said and rolled her eyes, “nice to meet you Pete. If you ever meet Ae’s best friend Pond run as fast as possible.” “I second that,” Ae said and everyone laughed. Pete smiled politely at everyone and in the end the team left them alone to let Ae eat in peace.

It was late at night, when Ae tossed and turned because he couldn’t fall asleep that he let himself think about the little monster inside him, that growled every time he thought of Pete and Trump as a pair and Can’s innocent question about the guy who sat on the bleachers and looked at them annoyed. “Is he Pete’s boyfriend or what,” he had asked.

It was inappropriate to think like this right? To get jealous of a past relationship and of a friendship. They didn’t even knew each other that long Ae had no right to anything.

But he wanted rights. A voice, that sounded suspiciously like Ponds said: “What kind of rights. As a friend… or more?”

#fic: magic encounter #florbexter writes #love by chance #aepete #aepete fanfiction #lbc x harry potter #ao3 link

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digital-dragoon · 5 years

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here’s a fic idea i ended up with after an icc between meeks and myself! the concept of harry chatting with cordelia about his experiences at hogwarts was too much to pass up honestly

i hope you enjoy!

Back in his world, all wizards and witches seemed to know about him. About his parents, about how he had survived Voldemort's efforts to kill him after them. But here.... here, so far, no one seemed to know.

Not long after they settled down, Hedwig decided to leave, swooping out of the open window in a flurry of white feathers. "Hunting," Harry said, at Cordelia's questioning glance. Even if he still felt shaky, knowing that Hedwig was free to hunt and be free to leave whenever she liked was a big relief. And, as he made himself more comfortable in the gathering quiet, (the clinking of cups background noise from the kitchen) he felt the building storm-cloud that'd been overhead before, slowly whittling down as the seconds and minutes ticked away. Was this what it was like? To be able to rely on others enough to talk about things like what he had before? To... feel both emotionally drained and oddly calm in the aftermath? Back in his world, all wizards and witches seemed to know about him. About his parents, about how he had survived Voldemort's efforts to kill him after them. But here.... here, so far, no one seemed to know. It had been entirely up to him to trust Cordelia with any measure of how he felt and what had happened. And her reaction had been... different, in a way he couldn't quite describe. "Here you go," Cordelia said gently, breaking him from his thoughts as she placed a full cup of hot chocolate near him. "Be careful, it's hot." "Thanks." As she pulled out a chair and sat down across from him, he twirled the cup around by it's handle, pulled still by his thoughts and the tangle of emotions that'd slowly begun to unwind inside of him. To Cordelia's credit, she waited. Probably knowing that he was still piecing himself back together after outright crying outside. It's okay to cry, too. Actually, it's completely normal. It still felt like it had been the wrong thing to do, even with that reassurance echoing around inside his head. But, she hadn't reprimanded him for it. Hadn't tried to send him away or - he broke forcefully away from his thoughts. Instead, focusing on picking up his cup and blowing away the steam, taking a tentative sip. "This is good," he said, to break the building silence, smiling at her.

She smiled back. "I find hot chocolate's always good to have when you're needing a pick-me-up." "I suppose so." He kicked his legs out a little, contemplating where to start from here. Where to even begin with his adventures at Hogwarts. "What was your first day like?" she prompted softly.

And his eyes lit up, the memory of that day playing through his head with abrupt clarity. "It was... amazing. We had to get there by train and there were all of these magical sweets I'd never even heard of before! Then we traveled by boat to the castle and it looked... so mysterious and - back then - I thought it was a little frightening." Sheepishly, he shot her a small grin. And she nodded, encouraging him to go on. He lapsed into silence for a while, replaying that first day in his head. "Being that it was our first time there, a lot of us first-years thought that we'd have to pass some kind of test. But, really, we just had to be sorted into different houses by a talking Sorting Hat." She quirked an eyebrow. "Different houses and a talking hat, you say? That must've been an interesting experience." "It was." He tapped his fingers against the side of his cup, then, "There are four houses that we get sorted into." "What are they like?" "They're all... different, in their own ways." He hesitated, both immediately wanting to say something bad about Slytherin and... not. Unsure whether it'd be right to do, whether he should do it. "There's... Slytherin, which is supposed to be a house for people with strong ambitions, I think?" He paused, and she looked thoughtful. "And Hufflepuff, which the Hat said are loyal in this... song he sang back then. There's also Ravenclaw, which most clever people seem to be put in." Faintly, he smiled. "I'm surprised one of my friends Hermione didn't end up in there; she seems to know everything about Hogwarts and magical stuff, because of all the reading she does." "Really?" Cordelia asked, taking a sip of her drink. "It's a good trait to have." Harry shrugged. "I suppose so. She's helped me and Ron through a lot of stuff since our first-year, anyway." Even if she always seemed to get exasperated with them for not trying hard enough with their studies. "But me, Hermione and Ron, all ended up in Gryffindor instead," there's a hint of pride to his voice, he can't keep out. Even when a part of his uncertainties is threatening to eat away about being in the right house. "It's a house for brave people." "Well, then that Sorting Hat of Hogwarts certainly put you in the right one then," Cordelia said, her smile a little brighter. But, even as Harry looked away, taken by surprise by her sincerity. His insides gave a little twist. "I... guess so." In that pause to follow, her expression softened as she regarded him carefully. But before she could ask, he mentally shook away his fears, instead taking another sip from his cooling chocolate. "It was a... hectic day. But a really good one," he said quietly, turning back to look at her with a small smile. "It sounds like it," Cordelia replied gently. Then, leaning back in her seat, she said,"As you can tell, we never had houses here, at the academy. Our students, back in my world, could enroll once they uncovered their powers, and be introduced to the school and it's curriculum soon after that." "We got letters delivered to us once we hit eleven years of age and are known to have magical powers," Harry said, his brow furrowed slightly, tapping out a light rhythm on the table's surface. "It tells us what we need to bring and when to get ready to arrive." "I wonder if they have a way of knowing, then, if you have magical powers by that time," she mused. And Harry looked at her, puzzled. "I'm not sure. I'd guess it's... something to do with the headmaster or headmistress maybe? They seem to know where everybody lives." Though it'd barely crossed his mind before this that they must know somehow. Then, he leaned forwards, excitement paving the way through him above everything else. "I play Quidditch at Hogwarts a lot." "Oh yeah?" Cordelia said, looking partially amused and interested. "What do you do in Quidditch?" "Well... we have broomsticks that we fly about the pitch - it's a magical sports-game, essentially. A bit like football or uh, soccer, I guess?" She hummed in thought, her brow raised. Perhaps about the thought of flying broomsticks? "But there's a lot that's different about it outside of having a ball to play with. In fact, you have the main scoring ball: the Quaffle, that the Keepers go for and have to throw through one of three hoops to score ten points with. Two Bludgers that the Beaters hit at the opposing team players, as well as defend everyone from their team from. And then there's the golden Snitch." "And what happens with the golden Snitch?" "The Seeker has to find it, chase it and catch it," Harry said, a smile creeping back across his face again. Cordelia regarded him thoughtfully a moment, then, "Are you the Seeker?" "Yeah, I am." Already, he could picture being out there soaring above the pitch, on the look-out for a golden shine amongst a sea of players, both his own and his foes. "It's amazing, being up in the air, then... catching sight of the Snitch, diving down to race to it before the other Seeker. Usually, if you manage to catch it, the one-hundred and fifty points you score from it wins the game." "Well, that's... a different way to play," she said amiably. "It sounds like it means a lot to you." "I... I guess? I've... never really thought about it like that before. I just enjoy playing." "Who knows? There could be people from other worlds that could have an interest in Quidditch and might play with you at some point, while you're here." "Maybe? I guess it'd be nice to play again, though I'm not sure if I'll ever come across a flying broomstick around here." "If you study enough while you're here, maybe you could even get to enchant your own one to fly," she said, picking up her empty cup and pushing her chair back to stand. At that prospect, the flare of excitement settled down to dance alongside a flicker of hope in his chest. But... as he too stood and picked up his own empty cup... A very real problem presented itself: "I don't know if I'll be able to do that by myself, though." "Who knows? With enough practice and studying, I'm sure you can set your mind on whatever you wish to do with your magic."

#my writing #stop it's denny time

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futurewriter2000 · 6 years

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Seeker’s luck (James Potter x reader)

A/N: So I finished this imagine, which I kinda feel a bit insecure about. I really hope you like it because I fixed it and rewrote it so many times. (requests are open).

Requested by @harrypotterlovi : Hi so yoy asked for request and I have one you want to make it .One with James Potter where you are a amazing gryffindor quidditch player and after the practise he sees u changing clothes and he 's like really awkard and he admits his feelings out of blue.

It was early in the morning and you heard a big rucus coming from another end of your room. You groaned of anger and rolled over your bed. 'Just a minute of sleep. One minute is all I ask for. It's Saturday.' you tried to comfort yourself and prayed to fall back asleep.

The what you thought was possible was impossible, so you quickly gave up and looked at your clock. "7.30." you mumbled. You laid on your back and streched your arms. You looked at the ceiling, still listening to Lilly's and Marlene’s usual arguments about borrowing clothes. "Wait a minute." you said quietly as you sat up and looked at the clock again. You took out your Remembrall, your mom bought you, and looked at it. The ball turned red and now you were certain you forgot something. 'But what?' You wondered, meanwhile playing with the ball hoping to get an answer from it. " Useless, stupid Remembrall." you said angrly and threw it on your Quidditch uniform. And then it hit you. "7.30! Quidditch!" you shouted across the room and quickly got up. You searched your warderobe for some fresh clothes but as any other girls problem "I have nothing to wear!" You stood in the middle of the room, still a bit confused since you just woke up. You looked over to your nightstand and saw the clothes you worn yesterday. You put them on, not even bothering to brush your teeth or your hair and ran down to the Great hall to see the whole team gathered around the table and eating breakfast.

"How is it that every day, when we have practice you are always late, (y/l/n)." said James not even bothering to turn around.

"I'm sorry James. I totally forgot about it. There was this argument in the room, Lily and Marlene..." you tried to explain but he turned around with a wide grinn across his face and his mouth full of powered donuts.

"I don't want to hear your excuses." he said overdramatically. He walked towards you and started waving his donut. "See I knew you would be late, so I asked dear old Minnie if we can just have it around 9.00 and she agreed." he then turned around and walked over the table again. He took a bite of his donut, leaving traces of the powder all over his lips. "I just told you it was at 8.00 because of your amazing punctuality." he said, showing his usual sarcasm.

" That's....actually pretty smart." you said, feeling what you thought was rage slowly disappear into thin air.

He turned back around, that stupid grinn still plastered on his face and full of donut powder. "I know. I mean look at me. I'm the smartest and the most intelligent student here. " He boasted and patted the seat next to him. "Sit, my lovely, always-so- punctual Chaser."

"Yeah right. Tell that to proffesor Slughorn and your exploading Girding potion." You chuckled and sat down next to him.

Before you grabbed yourself a plate you took another look at your captain. He was laughing with the others, his hazel eyes beautifully matching his black messy hair. His tight T-shirt showing his strong shoulders, leading down to his biceps and big hands, that would perfectly fit with yours. You quickly shook your head. 'He's James Potter. Stop checking him out in front of everybody.' you warned yourself, feeling a small rush on your cheeks. You took another look at him and as you were observing his hair you noticed white dust spread all over them. "Do you have donut powder on your hair?" you asked him.

He looked over to you and the whole team started to crack up. "I don't know. Let's see." he smiled before shaking his head and spreading the powder everywhere. He stopped shaking it and looked at you again. "Guess it was."

"You are so weird." you giggled before stuffing yourself some eggs and bacon.

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You walked on the pitch, brooms in your hands and ready to practice. The whole team was still teasing James because of his donut powder and you were walking in front of them. James ran over to you and wrapped his arm around your shoulder. The guys behind you started whistling and tease the two of you. "Looks like our Seeker is seeking for love." said one of them earning a middle finger from James.

"They are never going to forget this. Why did you have to point it out?" he asked.

"I will answer you if you tell me how in hell did you get donut powdef on your hair." you answered.

"Touché." he said as you walked in the middle of the pitch. "So are you ready?"

You took his arm off your shoulder and started walking backwards. "I was born ready, baby."

He chuckled and clapped his hands together. "Okay team! Next week we have our first match! Ravenclaw vs Gryffindor! " everybody started cheering. "A lot of people think Ravenclaws are not that good. But they are smart! But of course not as smart as me." he started to boast again. "Anyway. I observed them at their practice and please do not ask how. I saw they have a new Chaser. She's good. She's really good, which makes them really good. So everyday till the match, we will train and we will work as twice as hard and twice as much! Do you copy!"

A loud cheer came from the team and James suddenly turned to you. You walked over to him and ruffled his hair, barely standing on your tiptoes. " Don't worry Potter. We got this."

He turned his head, your eyes meeting and a weird feeling appeared in your stomach. You quickly let go of him and backed away. "I am not worrying. I have the best Chaser in Hogwarts." he smiled and sent you flirty wink.

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The practice went great. You scored more than 60 points until James caught the Snitch. Few Bludgers almost knocked you off your broom but you survived. You quickly gained back your balance and continued the game. After the whole morning and afternoon of Bludgers, Quaffles and brooms, you finally finished and went down to the changing rooms. Since you were the only girl on the team, you always waited for the whole team to change first before you started undressing. You took off your sweaty uniform and fixed your ponytail.

James just left the changing room but felt like something was missing. He stopped for a moment only to remember he forgot his broom. "Oi, guys. I forgot my broom, meet you at the common room!" he yelled just before he ran back into the changing room. He walked in looking for his broom and he found you instead. You were only in your bra and panties and was just about to put your sweaty clothes in your bag. He couldn't say a word, only observe how you slowly put on your tanktop and brushed a dry towel over your skin. He knew he liked you and he knew that what he was doing right now wasn't right but he just couldn't take his eyes off of you. You were just so perfect. After you spent the whole afternoon training, you didn't show any sign of exhaustion. You simply glowed.

You put a shirt over your tanktop and suddenly felt a strange feeling like someone was watching you. You turned your head only to see gorgeous hazel eyes observing every inch of your body. There was a strong silence, where the two of you were just looking at eachother.

James tried to create a sentence, but how could he do that when he forgot every single word in his vocabulary. "Uh..er..." he tried to speak, but his tounge was tied.

You put on your trainer and crossed your arms. "Drooling much?" you smirked at him.

"Uh...I-I forgot my-my-my broom. I just went to-to come and get it." he stuttered. "I swear I-I didn't mean to stare." he looked away while you took your jacket and put it on.

"Is the James Potter stuttering?" you teased him. "I didn't think that was possible."

"I-I mean I don't usually stutter but you know I saw you and you were so beautiful. I somehow forgot how to blink and you know I-I am..."

You felt a tingle in your belly again. The same tingle you felt before. You stood up and slowly walked over. "You-you think I'm beautiful?" you said quietly.

"Well of course, why do you think I had a crush on you for the last 4 years." he blurted out and stopped talking. He felt his cheeks heat up and he quickly turned away. "You weren't supposed to know that."

You were honestly caught off-guard. How could you not be. The James Potter had a 4 year lasting crush on you and you had no clue. It was your turn to say something, but the words just got lost.

"Oh, Merlin." he said, running his fingers through his hair. He then glanced at you and started pacing left and right. "Here goes nothing." he mumbled quetly before turning against you and fixing his posture. He took a deep breath in. " (y/n). Since I already blurted my feelings and probably ruined our friendship at least let me tell it properly. I fell in love with you from the moment you got on that broom and knocked me off mine. Litterally. You have the most amazing personality and the fact that you oversleep most of our practices makes me like you even more. I love seeing you smile and laugh, even if the joke is on me. You brighten my day with your bad jokes and when you come to class or to practice late with your unbrushed (y/h/c) hair, put up into a messy ponytail you still look beautiful. " he spoke without even trying to breathe. He took your hands and another deep breath. "So, I know it's a long shot but... (Y/n) will you go on a date with me?"

You were...you were...I mean even I don't know how to explain this but you were taken back. "Holy shit." was all that you could say.

He was confused. What was that supposed to mean?Did you like him? Do you want to go on a date with him? Did he just ruin everything? What?! He needed a proper amswer.

You looked a way for a moment, still shocked of what just happened. 'James Potter just asked me out.'

You looked back at his hazel eyes, which were searching for an answer. He tried to figure out what you were thinking and after a while, when he saw you smile, he felt relieved. You looked down to your hands, which were holding his and chuckled. This boy just poured out his deepest feelings for you. The boy who you thought as your friend for so long, until today when you got that weird feeling in your stomach. The feeling that you actually liked and the same feeling you are feeling right now. You looked up and smiled. "I like you too. I would love to go on a date with you, James Potter."

#james potter x reader #james potter #james potter imagine #marauders imagine #marauders #marauders era #the marauders

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I fell in love with the HP AU and can't get enough of it! I never realized I NEEDED The Ticking Bomb Team in my life until you showed me! Haha! Can I request a scenario for this dorky team basically just being dorks during practice? Please base them off your HCS about them (Mayu being angry at everyone, Haizaki VS Kise-Takao duo, Ima being exasperated, Akashi being scary, Mura missing (in the kitchen lol). Side note: 30 asks! I hope we're not inconveniencing you. Thanks for putting up with us!

Hi dear! Sorryif it took me a while, I was so happy you asked me this! I love writing forthis Au and I continuously end up with more hcs 😂 This was really funny to write, I hope it displays well how chaotic anddangerous this team can be. Yes, it always ends up in a bloody mess.

Have a goodday!

Ps. this isbased on my headcanons about KnB x HP that you can find under #kuroko no basket x harry potter or #knbxhp hcs

The TickingBomb Team

“Okay guys, I’ve booked the pitch for this after-“

“Shouldn’t we wait for Murasakibara?” Himuro politelyinterrupted Imayoshi. The Captain sighed and looked them, feeling inside thatit was going to be another hellish afternoon.

He had called his first string to practicea bit before the match of Sunday, against Hufflepuff, and now they were standingin the pitch, wearing the green and silver uniforms of their House. Well, hewould have liked to train with the entire the team, but the others couldn’t surviveplaying with them for long periods and begged to be spared, so he had to giveup. Kise and Takao were chatting and joking with each other, without payingattention to him, Haizaki was swinging his own bat, Mayuzumi was seatedon the ground with a book open on his laps, uninterested in everything else, andHimuro was the only good junior faking, at least, to care.

“I’ve already sent Akashi to search for him,” Hereplied fixing his glasses, thinking about the missing beater and his preciousSeeker. The only one who could keep a tight rein on the others, despite being a junior like them.

“I bet he’s in the Kitchen,” Kise chuckled, joiningthe conversation.

“He has a fanclub between the elves,” Takao addedamused, leaning against Kise’ shoulder. “Big as much as our Himuro’s one. Howmany girls confessed to you today?” he joked with a wink.

Himuro hid a smirk and rolled his eyes.

“You two shouldn’t speak,” he reminded shaking hishead.

“Thanks. I know I’m popular.” Kise agreed proudly,combing back his shining blonde hair in his favorite sexy move. Takao burstinto laughter.

“So modest! Man, do it again!” Begged with tears atthe corner of his eyes. “I would like to take notes, Mr. I-Am-Still-Single-Because-I-Have-An-Unrequited-Crush.”

Kise pouted and jostled him jokingly.

“I don’t know what you are talking about! You’re justenvious, Takao,” Replied sticking his tongue out and crossing his arms.

“Who could ever be jealous of you, Barbie Loser?” Haizaki venomouslyasked, reaching them and looking down on the blonde. Kise narrowed his eyes andTakao straightened a bit.

“Look who’s decided to bless us with his presence,”Takao greeted annoyed, tilting his head to the side.

“There was something strange…” Kise hummed nodding,“No animal sounds disturbed our conversation.”

Haizaki’ smirk widened like a shark’s and he clenchedhis fist around the bat.

“Don’t worry, soon the air is gonna be filled with thesounds of your jaw breaking,” he threatened licking his lips.

Takao scoffed and elbowed playfully his friend.

“Heard that? I believe it was a threat.”

“I would be worried if he was capable to aim,” Kiseshot unfazed and Haizaki growled.

“Please guys. Not again,” Himuro begged tiredly,covering his eyes with the hands.

Mayuzumi raised his head to give them a quick,disgusted glance.

“Idiots,” He softly murmured, before resuming ignoringthem. His novel was far more interesting.

“Okay, okay. Since you all have energy to spare, rideyour brooms and start warming up,” Imayoshi interrupted them in his captaintone, to avoid another fight. “Kise, Himuro and Takao let’s start with simple passeswith the Quaffle. Steadily heighten the rapidity and precision of your shots.Haizaki, free one Bludger and defend them.”

Imayoshi regretted his words in the exact moment hemet the beater’s eyes.

“Haizaki don’t-” begged exasperated but the boy has alreadygrabbed his broom and bolted up.

The captain sighed covering his eyes, while hiscatchers took off too.

“Mayuzumi could you please-” he searched for help inhis roommate and classmate, but he raised a hand to interrupt him.

“Let me finish the page,” he blocked him coldly,without averting his gaze from the inked words.

“Why?” Imayoushi asked to himself, worriedly lookingup. If they weren’t good players, he would have already cursed them but…duringmatches, their thirst for victory transformed them in a professional and slyteam. Yet, when practicing, they were just a bunch of kids joking and continuouslyannoying each other.

“HAIZAKI YOU BASTARD!” Kise’s resented voice echoed inthe air, followed by Haizaki’s laughter.

The first one had miraculously avoided a Bludgercoming for his head, gently sent by his own Beater. The second was laughing athis face and searching for the flying ball, ready to try another shot.

Unfortunately, he hadn’t tracked the movements of Kise’spartner in crime.

He was still barking amused when the Quaffle hit hishead with a loud smack, nearly knocking him off from the broom.

Haizaki cursed, yelling in pain, and steadied himselfwith difficulty. His head was throbbing in pain.

“Ah sorry, you were exactly in the middle. I didn’tnotice,” Takao angelically apologized with a fake smile on his lips, while spinningaround.

“You fucker!” Haizaki growled and tried to hit himwith the bat but the other speeded away, reaching Kise for a high-five.

“Good shot!” the blonde beamed at him, proud to havingbeen avenged. “It’s a pity that idiot blocked it.”

“Guys please…”Himuro flew between them with a scowl onhis face, “Try to be a bit mature.”

“It’s his fault!” the two argued offended by hisaccuse.

“Yeah, yeah but we should train and- Where’s theQuaffle now?” he suddenly asked furrowing and turning his head left and right.

Kise and Takao exchanged a horrified look, realizingit probably fell on the ground. They hurriedly searched for the ball and frozewhen they caught sight of it. The red Quaffle was resting into Mayuzumi’shands. After having crashed on his novel, destroying the book.

“Damn.” Takao didn’t know if he wanted to laugh or toscreech terrified. He opted for something in between.

The three of them, paralyzed, watched as the older boyslowly stood up and looked for them. They could see his furious stare fromthere. Then, he picked up his bat and grabbed his broomstick.

“I was waiting for this.” Kise snorted, anticipating inboth dread and amusement the absurd change in his housemate’s behavior.

In the exact moment Mayuzumi’s feet left the ground, aroar echoed in the pitch.

“I’LL FUCKING KILL YOU MOTHERFUCKERS.”

The three catchers exchanged a scared look, paling. Hewas even angrier than usual; he liked that book that much?

“Go!” Kise pushed Takao, hurrying him to fly for theirlives, eyeing the charging Beater coming for their heads.

Unfortunately, an angry Haizaki, who had finallycaught the Bludger and who was ready to get his revenge, blocked their gateway.

“DIE!” He screamed hitting it and sending the angryball in their direction.

Kise shrilled and ducked, dragging Himuro with himbefore he could end up in the infirmary with a broken nose. Again.

Takao overturned in a swift movement and avoided ittoo.

The Bludger flew past them and nearly hit Mayuzumi inthe face, who in turn threw it back at the last second with a powerful swing.

“HAIZAKI I’M GONNA MURDER YOU IN YOUR SLEEP!” Yelledaiming at the boy’ chest, surrounded by a dark aura.

“Why you always drag me into this!” Himuro hissed exasperated,but he didn’t have the time to elaborate his complain.

“Let’s divide!” Kise urged pointing his broomstick tothe sky. He could seem worried and, to be honest, he was really scared to be crushedto a pulp by those two ferocious Beaters, yet he was used to that thrill. Itwas adrenalizing, it was interesting. It made his heart beat and his instinct gowild.

A smirk spontaneously appeared on his lips while he flewup.

“I’ll go taking back the Quaffle!” Takao exclaimed divingtowards the ground. He knew exactly what his friend was thinking and was readyfor it. He wore the same, excited and mischievous expression.

Himuro groaned, but couldn’t help himself fromgrinning.

“Why it always ends up like a survival game?” he askedfollowing Kise and avoiding to be crashed by another Bludger sent by Haizaki.

“Because you love it!” the blonde chanted, before addressinghis captain, who was still watching them from the ground, “CAPTAIN GUARD THERINGS! WE’RE GOING TO SHOOT!” he warned cheerfully waving his hand. He then hadto suddenly duck and evading Mayuzumi’s bat, not waiting for an answer.

“You’re doing what?” Mayuzumi cursed under his breathcatching up with the iron ball, “I’m going to knock off that stupid broom youand your fucking grin, before you can even reach the rings.” Growled narrowinghis eyes and neatly aiming at Kise’s head. Unluckily the blonde had the reflexesto avoid it, swerving to the left, but he didn’t surrender and started chasingafter him.

“Let’s see who scores more point!” Takao addedexcited.

“If you got hit by the Beaters, you lose points!” Himuroestablished escaping from a Bludger.

“If I hit you, I’ll damn kill you!” Haizaki roaredchasing after him.

Imayoshi from the ground looked at his players, tryingto kill or at least seriously injure each other. Haizaki and Mayuzumi weremanaging to fight each other and at the same time to strike the others.Impressive. Ah, Takao had taken back the Quaffle. He and Kise tried somehazardous passes, but as usual, they didn’t miss one. Their coordination wasincreasing. Probably Himuro’s directives helped.

Imayoshi sighed again, defeated.

Well, at least his catchers wanted to try and score.At that point, he couldn’t do anything else other than going up there too andadapt to their stupid way of playing. Serious practice had to be postponedagain.

The Captain freed the remaining Bludger and took offtoo.

Ten minutes later, Akashi and Murasakibara entered thepitch too. The Seeker frowned at the sight of his team in the air. Kise washolding his left arm, probably broken, and whining; Takao was laughing his assoff at Haizaki’s face covered in blood and crushed nose, Mayuzumi was screamingcurses and insults at Himuro, who in the end lost his patience too and threw theQuaffle against the Beater’s chest, nearly knocking him down. Imayoshi was exasperatedlyyelling at them from his position in front of the rings, completely ignored.

“I told you it was going to end up like this…”Murasakibara mumbled, still offended about being dragged away from the kitchen.

At first Akashi didn’t answer, still frozen. Then adark, cold aura spread around him and Murasakibara wisely took a step back.

“I hope,” Akashi replied in a soft, cold voice, “they’reready for what awaits them,” he threatened with a polite smile before he elegantly jumped on his broom.

“Ah, they’re dead,” Murasakibara deadpanned while theSeeker dashed full speed towards the unaware and chaotic team.

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Katie Bell | 23 | Dumbledore’s Army

Bloodstatus: Halfblood

Wand: Hazel wood, 11 inch and a core of a Unicorn tail hair.

Career: Chaser for the Caerphilly Catapults

Patronus: a Husky

Boggart: An opal stone.

Previous House: Gryffindor

Aesthetics–

a broom – a Quaffle – red lipstick – leather jackets – red roses – strawberries – sneakers – snapbacks – silk – stadium filled to the brim with people – oversized sweaters – army boots – a polaroid camera

Biography–

When Michael and Phoebe Bell became pregnant for the sixth time, they already prepared for bringing another boy into the world, whereas they already had five boys. They didn’t even think that a girl would be an option. If you could describe the situation, there is one word that fits perfectly; finally. The house was often a battlefield, all the boys trying to be the best and one hoped that the house on the suburban’s of Caerphilly, Wales would get more peace with the arrival of the baby girl.

Growing up on the fields of Wales and with five brothers, meant only one thing for Katie Evangeline Bell. She had to be able to open up her mouth, she had to be able to not to be trampled by her brothers, she had to be able not to lose all the time. She often didn’t succeed, often snowed under by her many brothers. Physical fights were lost and discussions too when she was younger. Her parents weren’t there to help her out as they were working all the time and her brothers were all much older than she was. The youngest boy was six years older than she was and her oldest brother was already fourteen years old when she was born. But Katie managed to get through the first years, until she finally found the one thing that she would be able to beat her brothers with; Quidditch.

It was her oldest brother Caleb – eighteen at the time – who brought her out onto one of the many fields outside of Caerphilly with an old football – to use as a Quaffle, his broom that had been used so much that it wouldn’t go above two meters from the floor and his new broom. At four years old she learned how to fly and at five years old she was able to understand the game that was Quidditch. She fell in love with the sport and she knew that she had found the way to beat her brothers. Whenever she would get into a fight with one of her brothers, she would challenge them for some penalty’s. The boys knew that they wouldn’t have any chance.

All five boys were going to Hogwarts by the time Katie turned six years old, Caleb and Danny had graduated already. But the stories all of the boys brought back from the Wizarding School, gave the younger girl something to look forward to. She wanted to go there as soon as possible, she needed to go there. She wanted to be a part of the famous school and of course, she wanted to be a part of the team of her favourite game. The Quidditch team was her goal. So when she finally turned eleven and received the letter for Hogwarts, she was so excited as possible.

When Katie arrived at Hogwarts and she was sorted in Gryffindor. She was the first of the six, with her brothers being sorted in Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff mainly, with only one being part of Slytherin. In her first year she had already tried out for the Quidditch team, but she didn’t make it. She was put on the reserves list, but she didn’t have to fill in for anyone. In her second year however some of the team left the school and it was her time. She was promoted from the reserves to the first team and already within two years she managed to secure her spot in the team. During the first game she played for Gryffindor, she was already was hit in the back of the head by a Bludger, but she kept playing. A few days of headache was something she would gladly have if it meant being on the team.

During her time at Hogwarts, she became friends with the ones on the Quidditch team, with Angelina Johnson and Alicia Spinnet being the ones she got the closest to. Oliver Wood became a close friend as well and she befriended Leanne who was a year younger than she was. Her time at Hogwarts was one of the best and the castle was simply her second home. Everything felt as a normal youth, for as far it can be normal on a Wizarding School. She had friends, she had a relationship (with a Slytherin on the opposite Quidditch team, but that is not something she told a lot of people).

The war only affected her in her seventh year. She still can’t remember anything what happened. She only knows the stories of the people afterwards. All she remembers herself, was that she went to Hogsmeade with Leanne and that she went to the toilet. From that moment until the moment she woke up in St. Mungo’s, it is all black. All she knows is the indescribable pain that went through her entire body and the bright opal stones that were embedded in the necklace. All it took had been a small hole in her glove. She had been told that she had risen into the air by some invisible source. That it had seemed as if she had been possessed, suddenly opening her eyes and bringing out a scream that went through marrow.

The Healers in St. Mungo’s told her that she was lucky that she had only touched the cursed object through a small hole in her glove. She could’ve died. The biggest shock when she woke up, was that she had missed three months while being asleep and it was going to be another three months for revalidation. During her time at Hogwarts she did not learn who it was. She missed six months of her last year at Hogwarts, she did not graduate together with all the others. The school and Ministry made an exception for her and they allowed her to use her summer holidays to finish the classes and to graduate after all. Before the Ministry had fallen, she had graduated as well.

For nine months, Katie hadn’t been able to touch a broom, let alone fly one. She had to start all over again but it was like riding a bike; you simply don’t forget it. At least not easily. She did not decide on a new study. She focused on learning how to fly again and learning to be the best she could be. It was around the Battle of Hogwarts that she had to decide what she would do. Would she stay behind at home and sit out the Battle so she could focus on her future. Or would she go back to the place that reminded her currently more about the nightmares that she still had than the great memories she had made there. If she did, she could work on her future right away. She chose the last one.

Katie went back to Hogwarts to join in the Battle. She survived the war, barely at times, but she had a lot of luck during the war. It did change her though. The necklace and surviving the Battle changed her. Many people knew her as a person who wouldn’t hurt a fly, but she couldn’t do it anymore. Her dislike for the Pureblood ideals had grown even more and she didn’t want to keep her mouth shut anymore. Battles were won more easily and she showed that she was a tough one.

It was after the Battle that she heard that it had been Draco Malfoy who had been behind the attempted attack on Professor Dumbledore. The trials brought this news into the world and up until this day she hasn’t confronted the blonde boy about it yet. It is not necessary for her as well. She wants to forget everything as much as possible. No more nightmares including opals and sometime Malfoy. She wanted to get back to normal. And normal to her was focusing on the things she could influence.

Katie showed she was tough enough to go for her ultimate dream and she wasn’t going to give up because of everything that had happened. She wanted to prove that she was good enough to become a part of the team of her hometown. The Caerphilly Catapults were her goal. She got there with a detour however.

She went to the testing days of the Catapults but they did not think she would be good enough. So Puddlemere United was the next of the testing days. She saw Oliver Wood there again, but she only stayed for two years. It was then that the Catapults asked about her and even though the team was less successful than the team where she was currently working for, she just couldn’t say no to the team of her dreams. So now she’s part of the Caerphilly Catapults for two years and quickly becoming a fan favourite, being the local girl and all. Her next goal in life? Getting onto the National team.

During the war Katie lost a lot of things. She lost Leanne as a friend, on the road towards the war she lost a boyfriend, but she gained nights full of nightmares. Even five years later, the girl still wakes up to nightmares in which she is haunted by opals, the pain still as vibrant as it was back then.

Personality–

People that have gotten to know Katie during her time at Hogwarts, would learn that she has always been a kind and gentle person. At home she couldn’t only be that so that was how her brothers ended up hardening before going to school. So even though the girl was someone who considered other people’s feelings, who stayed kind to someone she didn’t like, she wasn’t only that. There was more to her than that. She isn’t easy to walk over and she knows how to stand up for herself. Even though she does know how to do that, she would rather walk away from her problems. This was the case before the war.

Now after the war, Katie has changed. Instead of walking away from her problems, she would open up her mouth. She doesn’t trust people easily anymore. Because of everything that has happened, she simply doesn’t know who to trust anymore. In her circle belong her closest friends and her family. She has built up a wall around herself and for new people, or people that she lost during the war, it is going to be a hard job to break through that wall.

Whenever Katie gets angry, she turns silent. She becomes really quiet and all of a sudden she will just burst. This can happen with the correct person, but it can also happen that an innocent person will get her anger all over her. It doesn’t happen a lot, but you don’t want to see her angry. It is the same when she’s sad. She will just keep her feelings bottled up until she can’t take it anymore and then she’ll just explode. She knows she has to deal with it, but she doesn’t know how.

Connections–

Angelina Johnson - close friend Leanne Garcia - former friend Oliver Wood - friends Terence Higgs - old flame

KATIE BELL IS TAKEN AND PORTRAYED BY LINDSEY MORGAN.

#harry potter rp #skeleton rp #lsrpg #hp rpg #lindsey morgan #katie bell #takenda #takenf #taken

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7 Disturbingly Weird and Unusual Sports Around the World

Throughout the ages, many sports have been created that form a staple in modern day society. Football (both American and Soccer), Tennis, Basketball, Golf, Cricket – the list goes on. Then there are the not so well known, more unusual sports around the world that I feel need a special mention here!

From Ferret legging to Ostrich racing, here is my top 7 unusual sports around the world that deserve a special mention for thinking outside the box – for better or for worse 🙂

Black Footed Ferrets by skeeze licensed under CC0 Public Domain

1. Ferret-legging – England. Heading up the list of unusual sports around the world is Ferret legging. Not weird at all. I mean what sounds more plausible and enjoyable than placing two 18″ ferrets down one’s pants, then keeping them in there as long as you possibly can?

Ferret-legging has unknown origins, but made a comeback in the 1970’s, predominantly in Yorkshire, England. There aren’t many rules to it. The “competitor” needs to be sober and not on drugs. Oh, and he is not allowed to wear underwear beneath his pants. As for the Ferret, he/she cannot be sedated, and is required to have a full set of teeth that haven’t been manipulated in any way. Consider the fact that Ferrets have “claws like hypodermic needles and teeth like number 16 carpet tacks” [as described by Reg Mellor, former champion], and you can see how this can be, well, uncomfortable.

As for the records. The first record we have documented is 40 seconds in 1972. To me that’s more than long enough to have a couple of ferrets nibbling my bits. The current record is held by Frank Bartlett in 2010 – that managed to house these little critters for a staggering 5 hours and 30 minutes!

Extreme Ironing by nick@ licensed under CC BY 2.0

2. Extreme Ironing – England. Another nail biting sport brought to you from the shores of England! Dare I mention I am originally from England? 😳 Extreme Ironing, or EI, originated from Leicester, England. Legend has it, Phil Shaw in 1997, started this exciting sport after a long hard days work at a knitwear factory. He had chores to do that night, including a laundry basket or 2 of ironing, but much preferred the idea of rock climbing – so he combined the two and EI was born!

The sport quickly recruited a huge following, spreading into international waters. In fact, the first Extreme Ironing World Championship was held in mid-September 2002, in Valley, Bavaria (Germany). Competitors came from countries including England, Germany, Austria, Australia and Croatia. The events were broken down into 5 categories:

Urban – Competitors ironed in, on top of, or around a broken down car.

Water – Participants would hop in a canoe, on a surfboard, or even a rubber ring and set sail on a fast moving river. And of course, iron at the same time!

Forest – Climb the biggest tree you could find, and you guessed it, iron at the top.

Rocky – Contestants were presented the challenge of climbing a custom made rock wall, while ironing a t-shirt of course.

Freestyle – The most extreme section of all. Pretty much anything goes and limited only by imagination, and perhaps safety standards.

Some of the more memorable EI moments include simultaneous underwater ironing, ironing on a motorway (freeway) and ironing while competing in a half marathon! Definitely one of the top unusual sports around the world!

Muggle Quidditch game in Vancouver by Anton Bielousov licensed under CC BY-SA 3.0

3. Quidditch – Vermont, USA. Queue Harry Potter music and magical broomsticks! No but really, Quidditch is a real sport, there’s even a world championship. For those not familiar with either Harry Potter or Quidditch – let me paint a picture. 2 teams, 7 players per team, each riding a broomstick. And when I say “riding”, I mean holding it under their private area as broomsticks don’t really magically fly.

Hooked already? Well there are 4 positions you can aspire to command in:

Chasers – pass the “Quaffle” (a slightly deflated volleyball) to other chasers who try to score points by throwing said Quaffle into one of 3 hoops on the opposing team’s side. 3 Chasers Per team

Beaters – try to hit Chasers with Bludgers. A Bludger is another type of ball in play – a slightly deflated dodge-ball. If a Beater hits a Chaser carrying the Quaffle, the Chaser must relinquish the Quaffle, remove their broomstick from their undercarriage, and touch their own hoops before rejoining play. 2 Beaters per team.

Keepers – like a soccer goal keeper. Keepers’ job is to keep the Quaffle from entering any of the 3 rings. He (or she) is immune to Bludgers. 1 Keeper per team.

Seekers – the heroes of the game! Sometimes. They come into play typically 18 minutes after the game has started (lazy!) and try to catch another type of ball, known as the “snitch”, that’s attached to a snitch runner’s back by means of a long yellow sock. If the snitch is caught – the game is won.

To be fair, the concept behind the broomstick is that it acts as a handicap, and makes the sport a little more challenging. But it still looks rather silly 🙂

Chess Boxing by WCBO licensed under CC BY-SA 3.0

4. Chess Boxing – Netherlands. A true match of brains and brawn! Match your wits and strategy against your opponent in a tactical game of Chess, and if that doesn’t work, well… just beat the crap out of him in the next round!

Chess boxing originated in 2003 and was invented by Lepe Rubingh. The idea actually stemmed from a graphic novel called Froid Équateur that featured the then fictitious sport. 21 years later, Lepe breathed life into the sport and it became real.

Chess Boxing consists of 11 rounds, of which 6 are Chess and 5 are Boxing. The rounds alternate between Chess and Boxing and are timed typically at 3 minutes each. You can win by either knocking your opponent out, by checkmate, or by points decision if the full 11 rounds are exhausted.

Definitely the coolest, unusual sport around the world on this list!

Never Too Old For Pooh-Sticks by Glyn Baker licensed under CC BY-SA 2.0

5. Poohsticks, England. It’s not what you’re thinking, I promise! Much like Chess Boxing, Poohsticks’ origins also came from a novel, of sorts. A Winnie the Pooh book entitled The House at Pooh Corner. The annual Poohsticks world championship is held on the River Thames each year, and has been going strong since 1984!

The enthralling sport of Poohsticks involves competitors dropping their stick off of the upstream side of a bride, then frantically running to the other side. Whoever’s stick shows up first, wins!! What an adrenaline rush! Quidditch is starting to look pretty legit now!

The one cool thing to mention about Poohsticks, is that it was invented by Lynn David, whose intent was to raise money for the Royal National Lifeboat Institution. Throughout its existence, the sport has helped raise over 30,000 pounds (about $39,000) for the RNLI. Go Poohsticks!

Zorbing by Kim licensed under CC BY-SA 2.0

6. Zorbing – Auckland, New Zealand. OK, this one is actually pretty cool so I had to include it. Picture rolling down a steep hill within a giant orb made of see-through plastic, and you have Zorbing! Zorbing can also take place on water. Given the buoyancy of such orbs, it’s possible to “water Walk” while inside one.

The idea of Zorbing was capitalized upon by Dwane van der Sluis and Andrew Akers. They formed their own company, ZORB Limited, and successfully set out to commercialize their new sport worldwide via a sort of franchising system. Zorbing is now popular in countries such as Australia, The U.S., England, Sweden, Japan and even the North Pole!

Zorbing has some pretty awesome records:

Longest single roll distance – 1,870 ft

Longest time spent inside a Zorb – 3:49:06, Oxygen?!?!

Highest recorded speed – 32 mph

Quickest 100 meter dash – 26.59 seconds

Zorbing is not without its risks. There have been reports of people passing out due to lack of air, broken bones, and even a couple of deaths. Try at your own peril!

Ostrich Race Start by MyAngelG licensed under CC BY-SA 2.0

7. Ostrich Racing – Florida, U.S. Let’s face it, horse racing is kinda lame. The natural progression? Sit atop an Ostrich instead! Ostrich racing is fairly common in the U.S and Africa, and quite popular. Every March, Arizona hosts the Chandler Ostrich festival, which typically attracts around 100,000 people and has been going for almost 30 years.

Ostriches are deceptively fast. They can run up to 45 mph and handle 16 ft in a single stride. A horse would typically gallop at around 25-30 mph as a reference point. However, it is a lot harder to stay atop an Ostrich than it is a horse – have you ever seen one run? For a start, they only have 2 legs!

Safety equipment is mandatory for jockeys – whose focus is as much to stay physically connected with the Ostrich as it is to win the race. Specialized saddles and reins are forged to aid the Jockey’s chance of survival. But enough words! Let’s see it in action:

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Hope you have enjoyed this list of 7 unusual sports around the world!! Please feel free to mention some more in the comments below.

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