Magic? || Years 1-5

Quidditch: Year 1

"Well, move so I can get ready!" She laughed, making a shooing motion at her as she threw off the covers.

She slipped on her robes in a flash, ran a comb through her hair, and was down the stairs within moments, a blinding smile on her face.

"You ready?" She asked as Harry came down from the boys dormitory, nudging him with her elbow.

"As ready as I'll ever be I guess," He shrugged, a sense of nervousness radiating off him.

"You've got this! Show those Slytherin's what they're up against!" Ron butted in, slapping him on the back.

Amisty nodded her head enthusiastically, as well as Hermione.

"Let's go down to the Great Hall, I'm starving," Hermione urged, grabbing Amisty and dragging her to the exit, Harry, and Ron following close behind.

The Great Hall was roaring with chatter, red and green clashing.

Taking their normal seats, Amisty dug in. Popping a slice of apple into her mouth, she glanced at Harry, worried to see his plate left untouched.

"You've got to eat some breakfast," She poked him, sliding a slice of bacon onto his plate.

"I don't want anything," He protested, handing it back to her.

"Just a bit of toast," Hermione argued, her eyes dark.

"I'm not hungry," He argued, shaking his head. Amisty and Hermione shared a glance, and they let him be.

"Harry, you need your strength. Seekers are always the ones who get clobbered by the other team," Seamus added, in quite an unhelpful way.

Amisty caught Ron's head fall into his hand at his poor choice of words.

"Thanks, Seamus," Harry replied dully.

Amisty patted his back comfortingly, sneaking a piece of scrambled eggs onto his plate discreetly.

-=+=-

Amisty followed after Ron and Hermione as they marched up to the top row of the stands. A smile broke out on her face as she caught sight of a sheet decorated with the words Potter for President and a Gryffindor lion underneath.

Hermione glanced at her, and quickly the two cast two different decorative charms on the banner. Amisty's made the lion roar (soundlessly) and Hermione's made the paint flash all the colors of the rainbow.

Picking her seat in between Hermione and Dean, she gazed across the stadium. She was the first to spot the teams enter, and she whooped and hollered as she saw the twins and Harry enter.

One glance at the Slytherin team sent a shiver down her spine. They all had matching, malicious grins on their faces.

Amisty shoved her worries to the side, instead focusing on making Harry feel supported. The teams mounted their brooms, and with the blast of Madam Hooch's whistle they launched into the air.

"And the Quaffle is taken immediately by Angelina Johnson of Gryffindor -- what an excellent Chaser that girl is, and rather attractive, too -- " There was Lee Jordan.

"JORDAN!" And there was Professor McGonagall.

"Sorry, Professor,"

Amisty laughed behind her hand along with Ron.

Her eyes were still drawn to the game, the sound of the commentary overhead explaining what was going on.

"And she's really belting along up there, a neat pass to Alicia Spinnet, a good find of Oliver Wood's, last years only a reserve -- back to Johnson and -- no, the Slytherins have taken the Quaffle, Slytherin Captain Marcus Flint gains the Quaffle and off he goes -- Flint flying like an eagle up there -- he's going to sc- no, stopped by an excellent move by Gryffindor Keeper Wood and the Gryffindors take the Quaffle -- that's Chaser Katie Bell of Gryffindor there, nice dive around Flint, off up the field and -- OUCH -- that must have hurt, hit in the back of the head by a Bludger -- Quaffle taken by the Slytherins -- that's Adrian Pucey speeding off toward the goalposts, but he's blocked by a second Bludger -- sent his way by Fred or George Weasley, can't tell which -- nice play by the Gryffindor Beater, anyway, and Johnson goes -- she's really flying -- dodges a speeding Bludger -- the goalposts are ahead -- come on, now, Angelina -- Keeper Bletchley dives -- misses -- GRYFFINDORS SCORE!"

Amisty leaped to her feet, cheering her heart out. The potion was working, not a single noise was overwhelming.

"Budge up there, move along," A familiar voice butted in.

"Hagrid!" Amisty shouted, a smile lighting up her face even more than it had been glowing already.

Ron and Hermione squeezed together, leaving Hagrid sitting between Amisty and Hermione.

"Bin watchin' from me hut, but it isn't the same as bein' in the crowd. No sign of the Snitch yet, eh?" He tugged on his binoculars.

"Nope. Harry hasn't had much to do yet," Ron replied, not letting his gaze stray from the game.

"Keep outta trouble, though, that's somethin'," Hagrid peered upwards through his binoculars.

Amisty followed the line of sight, almost missing the tiny scarlet spot that was Harry.

"Slytherin in possession -- Chaser Pucey ducks two Bludgers, two Weasleys, and Chaser Bell, and speeds toward the -- wait a moment -- was that the Snitch?" Lee's commentary sent a brief period of quiet through the crowd, before it transformed into a loud roar.

Amisty watched with wide eyes as Harry shot toward the ground, millimeters apart from the Slytherin Seeker. He was in an arm's reach when Flint crashed into him, on purpose.

"FOUL! THAT'S NOT FAIR!" Amisty screeched, leaping to her feet with the rest of the Gryffindors.

Her eyes were almost closed with the harshness of the glare she sent to Flint, even if he couldn't see it she hoped he felt it.

"Send him off, ref! Red card!" Dean shouted, stomping loudly.

"What are you talking about, Dean?" Ron asked, puzzled.

"Red card! In soccer you get shown the red card and you're out of the game!" Dean replied, the fury clear in his voice.

"But this isn't soccer, Dean," Ron replied, a hint of a smile on his face.

"They oughta change the rules. Flint coulda knocked Harry outta the air." Hagrid argued, towering over the students.

"So -- after that obvious and disgusting bit of cheating --"

"Jordan!"

"I mean, after that open and revolting foul --"

"Jordan, I'm warning you --"

"Alright, alright. Flint nearly kills the Gryffindor Seeker which could happen to anyone, I'm sure, so a penalty to Gryffindor, taken by Spinnet, who puts it away, no trouble, and we continue to play, Gryffindor still in possession,"

Amisty struggled to keep a straight face at Lee's commentary, until her laughter died in her throat as she spotted Harry's broom lurch.

"Um... Hagrid," She tugged on her friend's jacket, only to be unheard as the Slytherin came close to scoring.

"Slytherin in possession -- Flint with the Quaffle --passess Spinnet -- passes Bell -- hit hard in the face by a Bludger, hope it broke his nose -- only joking, Professor -- Slytherin's score -- oh no..." Lee continued, his voice trailing off as a series of shouts and hollers sounded from the Slytherin side of the stadium.

"HAGRID!" Amisty shouted, pulling harshly on his jacket and pointing up at Harry, panicked.

Her friend put his binoculars to his eyes, a confused and concerned look washing across his face,"Dunno what Harry thinks he's doing. If I didn' know better, I'd say he'd lost control of his broom... but he can't have..."

"He's going to fall!" Amisty screeched, only being held in her seat by Hermione and Ron.

She watched in horror as his broom jolted once more and sent him flying off, only to be holding on with one hand. She didn't even need to see his face to know that it wasn't a fake.

There was something wrong with his broom.