| la_pensee @ 2004-05-02 16:22:00 |
Yesterday, the weather was fine, or at the very least, there wasn't even a single sign of rain. This was particularly good considering that there was a quidditch match and I must imagine that it would be terribly unpleasant to play the game while soaking wet. I met Tracey Davis out front as we'd previously decided, but to my surprise, I found Queenie there instead. She apparently was very eager to go to the quidditch match with us and had already cleared it with Tracey but wanted to make sure I hadn't a problem with it either. I told her she was being silly, of course, to think I would. After all, they say, "more the merrier."
Tracey showed up a few minutes later, and it turned out she was running late because she'd stopped to get a few snacks and drinks from the kitchen that we could enjoy whilst watching the game. Of course, being seventh years, we had the best seats in the slytherin section. It shouldn't come as any surprise now if I mention that it was a positively gory match! I was ever so concerned for Millicent when Ronald Weasley flung himself onto her broom, and horrified to find Draco had also been sent to Madame Pomfrey's once the match was over due to a broken nose. (But that apparently had less to do with the actual game than some ungracious behaviour by a certain Gryffindor afterward).
Despite the rule-breaking and the utter chaos of the match, I do not believe I have ever seen a crowd induced into such frenzy more enthusiastic than yesterday's. Tracey, despite covering her eyes occasionally and attesting to how brutal she thought the game, was on the edge of her seat, and Queenie said that Draco was positively heroic. I admit that although being rather horrified myself by some of the behaviour on the field, I cannot deny my sheer pride when the game ended with Slytherin being victorious.
I spent most of the evening afterward keeping Millicent and Draco company at Madame Pomfrey's until they were finally let out, being considered tolerably well. When we got to the Slytherin Commonroom, it was positively exhilarating. Tracey had found the cake I had made in preparation for our possible victory, and a few other things to eat that the House Elves volunteered. Everybody was in the highest of spirits and we did not go to bed until very late.
I suppose it was to be expected, however, that the professors would ask for a rematch as much of the behaviour was unruly and improper for Quidditch. Yet I suppose for some reason they wanted to wait until after they had already seen the results of the match before they inferred whether or not it would be considered legitimate or not. I suppose you simply cannot tell from watching the game from the stands if something ought to be put to an immediate stop. Perhaps they feared what might happen to somebody if Professor Dumbledore himself called the game to a halt, or perhaps it is as they say that things are clearer in hindsight.
Comments:
| potterstinks @ 2004-05-02 11:33 am UTC |
Slytherin will win next week as well, so I suppose it's not that much trouble, but I intend to contest the entire thing.
| la_pensee @ 2004-05-02 11:38 am UTC |
We most certainly shall win with you as our Quidditch Captain, darling! Of course I will be sure to make another cake for our impending victory as well, and one that is better than the last.
(parent)| potterstinks @ 2004-05-02 11:50 am UTC |
Oh, your cake was quite good. Crabbe had five pieces.
(parent)| la_pensee @ 2004-05-02 12:21 pm UTC |
So glad you enjoyed it, darling, although I'm not sure it sits well in my stomach now that I know we are being forced to have a rematch.
(parent)| potterstinks @ 2004-05-02 12:27 pm UTC |
Perhaps your cake was the last straw. After all, certainly we cannot have celebratory cakes, either.
(parent)| la_pensee @ 2004-05-02 12:50 pm UTC |
Really, we cannot have anything the Gryffindors do not have. Perhaps next time I shall offer the other houses some cake as well in hopes of appeasing our professors.
(parent)| potterstinks @ 2004-05-02 12:53 pm UTC |
Oh, but surely they would be evil cakes. If you were to offer something to the other houses, that would look quite suspicious.
(parent)| la_pensee @ 2004-05-02 01:06 pm UTC |
How silly of me. You are right, of course. I suppose I just sometimes forget how intimidating and wicked I look.
(parent)| potterstinks @ 2004-05-02 01:10 pm UTC |
It's likely your nose. It's so imposing, what with being in the middle of your face and all.
(parent)| la_pensee @ 2004-05-02 12:23 pm UTC |
Thanks, dearest. You know you looked so pleasantly adorable when you got a bit of frosting on your nose from eating it.
(parent)| petitemillicent @ 2004-05-02 12:39 pm UTC |
Let us never speak of that again.
You should wear the frosting instead.
M. B.
| la_pensee @ 2004-05-02 12:51 pm UTC |
Perhaps the next time we have cake - which I believe shall be soon.
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