Post by Finn Miles H7 on Oct 22, 2008 14:54:53 GMT
It was that time of year again; the first Quidditch match held between Gryffindor and Slytherin. The whole school was talking about it all week. What made it even more anticipated than normal was the fact that the captain from both teams was a well-known female from their house. You had Mary, the Head Girl, a suave and smooth-talking Slytherin on one side. And then there was Cass, the reckless yet charmer of a Gryffindor on the other side. After his recent time spent with Cass on the pitch, Finn was unquestionably rooting for the reds.
As the players took the field, he was somewhat jealous that it wasn't Hufflepuff out there on such a nice day. As much as he held a sort of inner grudge against Quidditch because he knew he'd never be as good as his father or brother, Finn still loved it nonetheless. It was freeing, to say the least, and he was secretly happy that Cass agreed to give him some lessons. Perhaps he'd finally be a starter for the Hufflepuff team next year when they lost all of their current seventh years to graduation.
"Go, Gryffindor!" he shouted, seeing that one of the Gryffindor Chasers was nearing the goal and attempting to add the first points to the score board. Just then, Finn noticed that he wasn't as alone as he had thought. When he picked his seat, he tried to find a place where there weren't many other spectators. He had wanted to enjoy the game without the worry that he'd seem to eager for Gryffindor to do well and perhaps he also didn't want anybody knowing that he'd be secretly rooting for Cass to do well individually.
"Hello," he said to the girl who was sitting just a few rows behind him in the empty part of the stands. "Rooting for Gryffindor?" he assumed, seeing that she had the red and gold. "Why aren't you with the rest of your housemates, cheering your team onto victory?" Finn wasn't particularly bothered that she was there. Sure, he wanted to be alone for the time, but she didn't seem to be overly intrusive. She seemed younger though, and he wasn't sure he recognized her. "I'm Finn," he said. "And I'm rooting for red too," he explained, though there was probably no explanation needed if she had been sitting there only moments before, listening to his loud shout.
As the players took the field, he was somewhat jealous that it wasn't Hufflepuff out there on such a nice day. As much as he held a sort of inner grudge against Quidditch because he knew he'd never be as good as his father or brother, Finn still loved it nonetheless. It was freeing, to say the least, and he was secretly happy that Cass agreed to give him some lessons. Perhaps he'd finally be a starter for the Hufflepuff team next year when they lost all of their current seventh years to graduation.
"Go, Gryffindor!" he shouted, seeing that one of the Gryffindor Chasers was nearing the goal and attempting to add the first points to the score board. Just then, Finn noticed that he wasn't as alone as he had thought. When he picked his seat, he tried to find a place where there weren't many other spectators. He had wanted to enjoy the game without the worry that he'd seem to eager for Gryffindor to do well and perhaps he also didn't want anybody knowing that he'd be secretly rooting for Cass to do well individually.
"Hello," he said to the girl who was sitting just a few rows behind him in the empty part of the stands. "Rooting for Gryffindor?" he assumed, seeing that she had the red and gold. "Why aren't you with the rest of your housemates, cheering your team onto victory?" Finn wasn't particularly bothered that she was there. Sure, he wanted to be alone for the time, but she didn't seem to be overly intrusive. She seemed younger though, and he wasn't sure he recognized her. "I'm Finn," he said. "And I'm rooting for red too," he explained, though there was probably no explanation needed if she had been sitting there only moments before, listening to his loud shout.
