Harry Potter: Quidditch Captain Novels & Stories

“But don't act like Jake didn't matter. The game would have gone differently without him. The first girl rolled her eyes. “You sound like his manager.” “And you sound like someone who doesn't know the game," I replied. Our voices were already loud enough to draw notice. As the pressure mounted, a few kids stopped to watch and mumbled to one another. Say what you want, the first girl said, moving closer. "Everyone knows Cullen is the hero." “And everyone who really watched correctly knows Jake is the strongest player,” I said, walking forward also. The argument was seconds away from transforming into something more when a prefect hurried toward us.

It was already too late. A tear leaked out, tracing a path down my temple and soaking into my hair. I pressed my palm against my stomach, wishing I could somehow turn back the clock. Bradley is going to be so heartbroken, I thought, a sob catching in my throat. Bradley Norwood. My husband. The billionaire captain of the city’s hockey team, a man who literally had the world at his fingertips. He was larger than life, a fierce competitor who hated losing more than anything. And underneath all that rough, athletic exterior, he had this quiet obsession with the future.

I couldn’t look away from the captain of the Richmond Kings. My thoughts spun wildly, haunted by the face behind that cage helmet. I sucked in deep breaths, though none seemed to be enough. This had to be a dream. I refused to believe that this was my life because I’d done everything possible to avoid this moment. Jameson’s deal with Coach Stetson was supposed to save me from him. How could the universe be this cruel? “If you’re looking for a playmate, Malachar, look closer. You’re the only kid in the room.” I crossed my arms despite my erratically beating heart. “So return my kit. Now.”

And make me rip the paper that records his debt! In a chilly tone, Sara explained, "Stephen's mind is not that we say a guess is a guess. These are the words that Mr. Joe just said. Therefore, don't you think you could spare some time to assist me in taking photographs of the rosehip waiters working at Happy Hill Pub? When Mr. Joe overheard that, he laughed and said, "Of course, Yes!" I will right away have someone else take care of that! *** The door to the wolf room was smashed open with a loud "Boom," and the tall figure that entered was none other than Harry Potter himself.

My chest tightened so hard I almost lost focus completely. I swallowed hard and stepped off the mat quickly before emotions could fully catch up to me. The rest of tryouts blurred together after that. By the time the judges finally returned with clipboards, everybody looked ready to pass out. One of the coaches stepped forward. “Captain position goes to...” She smiled slightly. “Iris.” The gym erupted immediately. Iris looked happy but not surprised. Because honestly? She deserved it. Then names for the squad started getting called one by one. Girls squealed. Some cried. Others looked devastated.

Phet looked at Oak, at the mention of soccer. " Yeah..he is the current Soccer captain.", one of the professors pointed at Oak. "But it's temporary. Aroon from our department itself is the Football captain of C.U." " Oh..that's nice.", Phet said. "I was not in any sport teams during my high school. But I just unofficially joined the badminton here." " Oh..that's good.", the professor smiled and again ticked on something on his sheet.

When he was still the captain, no one really needed him, not to mention that he was not the captain now. The crowd nodded in unison and said, "We are very sure that no one is more suitable than you to do this job, Quill." "No one more suitable than me? What are you talking about?" He felt weird being stared at by a group of people as they were spurting strange things. Not only did Quill feel uncomfortable, he felt like he was walking into a tiger's den. They immediately came forward and surrounded Quill. "Quill, Captain Hefner solved the first case here so perfectly. Don't you think we should celebrate it?"

With it, he could unlock the secrets of immortality, push the boundaries of life and cheat death, and ultimately bend the world to his will without being tainted by werewolf blood or a vampire's curse of getting burned by the sun. He turned to his trusted wizard, Jacques, who stood silently by the door. Jacques was a tall, imposing figure, with a sharp, calculating mind and a fierce loyalty to the Headmaster’s cause. There was no room for doubt in his eyes as he looked at his leader, waiting for his orders.

"My personal business doesn't affect my game. I'm on the ice six days a week, and I'm playing harder than anyone else on this roster. What I do outside the rink is my own damn problem." "It becomes my problem when your look-alike brother is screaming on campus and the athletic director is calling my cell phone at seven in the morning!" Coach yelled, slamming his hand down on the desk again. "Captaincy isn't just about putting points on the board, Brayden. It's about responsibility. It's about optics. If your little brotherly turf war starts fracturing this team's focus, I will strip that 'C' right off your jersey before you can blink. Do I make myself clear?" A dark spark of fury ignited in

he finally announced dreadfully. “What?” “She?” “Is this a joke?” “So now we are accepting girls?” The boys complained. “Why? Are you scared I might beat you?” I quirked back. “She’s feisty” one of them remarked. “Emory” Coach Jude called and he stepped forward. “This is Emory, he is the captain of the hockey team” “What’s up princess?” He muttered. Coach turned to look at me, “You wanna join the team, I will give you a chance, if you can score a goal against him, then you are free to join the team”