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Title: Legendary
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: Charlie Weasley
Prompt: #27, Illusive
Word Count: 705
Rating: G
Summary: Charlie tries to catch the Snitch to win the match and the Quidditch Cup.
Disclaimer: All characters and events are property of JK Rowling.
Notes: None
Charlie Weasley hovered in the air above the Quidditch pitch, players in scarlet and green whizzing around below him. On the opposite end of the pitch, Slytherin Seeker Flint, also captain of his House’s team, hovered in the air at the same level. There was still no sign of the tiny gold Snitch.
The game below had already gotten vicious, as tended to happen when Gryffindor and Slytherin played each other. This game was even more vicious because whoever won it would win the Quidditch Cup. Gryffindor had just scored the first goal of the game when he saw it out the corner of his eye.
The Snitch was circling around him and Flint.
It dove into the mass of bodies below. Charlie aimed his broom and dove after it. It darted back and forth in front of him, moving just out of reach when he’d try to grab it.
The Slytherin Seeker swiped at the Snitch and missed. It flew out of reach and disappeared again. Charlie looped around the pitch while searching for any sign of it. He saw a flash of light and started to fly towards it until he realized that it was just the sun reflecting off of someone’s watch. He noticed with pleasure that Flint didn’t appear to have found it yet either.
It flew past his ear and paused in midair, enticing him to follow it. He didn’t get far.
“Charlie, look out!” He ducked in just enough time to avoid the Bludger that one of the Slytherin Beaters had hit in his direction. He had, however, lost the Snitch again. He looked around frantically. His players were narrowly avoiding injury at the hands of the Slytherins. This game needed to end, even if the Slytherins won, to avoid anyone ending up in the hospital wing. He kept moving while continuing to look for the Snitch. It would be easier for he himself to avoid injury this way as well, and he could hopefully distract Flint and keep him from finding the Snitch first.
Illusive little bugger.
There it was. He saw it again, glinting on the other side of the pitch. A tiny golden ball, hovering in the air and waiting for someone to grab it. The Slytherin Seeker saw it at the same time he did. Charlie knew that he’d need to finish this in a hurry or the other team would win. He also knew that the game needed to end soon before the entire team ended up injured. Furthermore, he knew (and this was the most important part) that he was a better player than the other Seeker.
He urged his broom forward with a look of determination on his face. He concentrated on the Snitch, determined not to lose sight of it this time. It was just him and the glimmer of gold.
“Just a little closer,” he muttered under his breath. He brushed it with the tip of his fingers, then rolled it back to his palm and closed his hand around it. He pulled his broom up out of the dive with the Snitch held triumphantly in the air.
“WEASLEY HAS CAUGHT THE SNITCH! GRYFFINDOR WINS!” Cheers erupted from the stands as he landed back on the pitch and his team joined him. It was a sea of scarlet robes as they celebrated their victory and the silver Cup made its way to them. Fred and George pressed the Cup into his hands and he raised it over his head, bringing a renewed wave of cheers from the stands. The Slytherin team sulked off the pitch.
A full five minutes later the team was still celebrating and Madam Hooch had to shoo them off to the locker rooms. The stands had cleared out by now as the rest of the school returned to the castle. The team’s jovial mood was sure to last all night. As they neared the locker room to change out of their Quidditch robes, Charlie caught sight of a bubblegum pink head in the distance. Tonks was leaning against the outside of the locker room building.
“I was worried you weren’t going to catch that there for a moment.”
“Haven’t you heard? I’m the legendary Charlie Weasley!”
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: Charlie Weasley
Prompt: #27, Illusive
Word Count: 705
Rating: G
Summary: Charlie tries to catch the Snitch to win the match and the Quidditch Cup.
Disclaimer: All characters and events are property of JK Rowling.
Notes: None
Charlie Weasley hovered in the air above the Quidditch pitch, players in scarlet and green whizzing around below him. On the opposite end of the pitch, Slytherin Seeker Flint, also captain of his House’s team, hovered in the air at the same level. There was still no sign of the tiny gold Snitch.
The game below had already gotten vicious, as tended to happen when Gryffindor and Slytherin played each other. This game was even more vicious because whoever won it would win the Quidditch Cup. Gryffindor had just scored the first goal of the game when he saw it out the corner of his eye.
The Snitch was circling around him and Flint.
It dove into the mass of bodies below. Charlie aimed his broom and dove after it. It darted back and forth in front of him, moving just out of reach when he’d try to grab it.
The Slytherin Seeker swiped at the Snitch and missed. It flew out of reach and disappeared again. Charlie looped around the pitch while searching for any sign of it. He saw a flash of light and started to fly towards it until he realized that it was just the sun reflecting off of someone’s watch. He noticed with pleasure that Flint didn’t appear to have found it yet either.
It flew past his ear and paused in midair, enticing him to follow it. He didn’t get far.
“Charlie, look out!” He ducked in just enough time to avoid the Bludger that one of the Slytherin Beaters had hit in his direction. He had, however, lost the Snitch again. He looked around frantically. His players were narrowly avoiding injury at the hands of the Slytherins. This game needed to end, even if the Slytherins won, to avoid anyone ending up in the hospital wing. He kept moving while continuing to look for the Snitch. It would be easier for he himself to avoid injury this way as well, and he could hopefully distract Flint and keep him from finding the Snitch first.
Illusive little bugger.
There it was. He saw it again, glinting on the other side of the pitch. A tiny golden ball, hovering in the air and waiting for someone to grab it. The Slytherin Seeker saw it at the same time he did. Charlie knew that he’d need to finish this in a hurry or the other team would win. He also knew that the game needed to end soon before the entire team ended up injured. Furthermore, he knew (and this was the most important part) that he was a better player than the other Seeker.
He urged his broom forward with a look of determination on his face. He concentrated on the Snitch, determined not to lose sight of it this time. It was just him and the glimmer of gold.
“Just a little closer,” he muttered under his breath. He brushed it with the tip of his fingers, then rolled it back to his palm and closed his hand around it. He pulled his broom up out of the dive with the Snitch held triumphantly in the air.
“WEASLEY HAS CAUGHT THE SNITCH! GRYFFINDOR WINS!” Cheers erupted from the stands as he landed back on the pitch and his team joined him. It was a sea of scarlet robes as they celebrated their victory and the silver Cup made its way to them. Fred and George pressed the Cup into his hands and he raised it over his head, bringing a renewed wave of cheers from the stands. The Slytherin team sulked off the pitch.
A full five minutes later the team was still celebrating and Madam Hooch had to shoo them off to the locker rooms. The stands had cleared out by now as the rest of the school returned to the castle. The team’s jovial mood was sure to last all night. As they neared the locker room to change out of their Quidditch robes, Charlie caught sight of a bubblegum pink head in the distance. Tonks was leaning against the outside of the locker room building.
“I was worried you weren’t going to catch that there for a moment.”
“Haven’t you heard? I’m the legendary Charlie Weasley!”