Quidditch Foul Novels & Stories

He managed to get the ball over the line, but when he came to his feet, his lip was bleeding. Kit was standing before the play was over, her hands over her mouth. “Foul!” she shouted. “That’s a foul!” “Oh, come now, Princess,” Jecobian argued, stepping toward her as Eli made his way back to his side, wiping his lip on his hand and spitting blood. He didn’t even look twice at Jecob. “This is slingball. It’s a man’s game. It’s rough.” “No bashing each other in the face!” she argued. “That’s a rule, isn’t it, Cassius?”

The ARC representative stepped forward in robes trimmed in silver and black, clutching a clipboard. "Players, coaches, and spectators," he announced, his voice crisp. "All magical output is monitored. Allowable magic includes speed enhancements, minor elemental effects, and protective auras. Teleportation, offensive spells, and reality-altering magic are forbidden. Overuse initiates temporary mana freeze. Penalties: minor infractions, two minutes; major infractions, five minutes plus a point deduction; severe infractions, ejection and review.

I ran at him, after glancing at how close we were to the goalie box. My foot hit the ball, sending it between his legs and to one of my defenders while our chests collided, and he fell back off of me hard. I held back a chuckle. I still got it. "Foul! Coach, that was a foul!" He got up and started yelling, pausing the game as everyone watched us. "Actually, no it wasn't," I said sweetly. "I touched the ball before I touched you, and our legs didn't touch so it wasn't a trip or a slid into you."

I smiled, fixing my eyes at Allen, who had his gaze locked with me, causing my heart to glow. “That’s cheating!” Fiona shouted, stepping out. “She’s not the winner. She was helped by this nasty dog from the bushes. It’s against the rules!” she yelled, claiming I cheated. Cadell growled at Fiona while I glowered at her in anger, as she told the Queen and the people that I should be disqualified for my actions. “You lost, Evolet. You are no winner, “ she boldly said, crossing her arms. Having had enough of her nonsense, I said, “That’s in your eyes, Fiona. But I know I won this battle without cheating.”

I chase him down, but he pulls a slick toe drag around one of my teammates, slipping past another defenseman as he barrels toward the net. He’s fast. Always has been. But I know his game too well. The second he winds up to take a shot, I close the gap, getting my stick in just enough to deflect it. The puck bounces wide, slamming off the boards behind the net. Rook groans loudly. “Intervention, I call foul play. Mercer knows me too well!” I smirk, skating after the loose puck as he chases me down. “Not my fault you’re predictable.” He hooks his stick around mine, trying to steal it back, but I spin away, sending it up the ice to a waiting teammate. The seconds are ticking down. They pull the

And Brawen turned backwards to let Moore fly away, flying, sometimes shouting loudly if there was something important. At this rate, Irina will attack Brawen until the end of the match, if you want to stop, you have to defeat Irina on the way by letting her fall to the ground. Once dragons and knights touch the ground, they will be immediately disqualified. But that was too much for Brawen.

The whistle shook me out of my thoughts when I saw Asheville’s captain commit a crazily hurting foul in an attempt to desperately block her opponent’s attempt to basket. The game resumed again with the ball in possession of the mysterious newcomer. This time the 5 players zoned out the girl just below the basket forming a menacingly impenetrable wheel. It was theoretically impossible for her to get out of the defence wheel around her, leave alone the practicality of attempting to break the defence. However, to everyone’s surprise, the girl threw the ball high vertically causing the opponent members to shoot their heads up and gasp at the height at which the ball went.

Instead of going for the ball with the mallet, Sylvester went for Kyle's horse leg, forcing the horse to bend slightly, making Kyle tilt over and fall to the ground by the ball. Theo hit his head with the mallet before they stopped so Kyle could get back on his horse. The hit was brutal because Kyle was dazed, but his helmet reduced the impact slightly. A foul wasn't counted, and they waited to restart the game, and this time they hit the mallet normally to avert suspicion. Sylvester scored the first goal, and they switched posts. Then while heading to score on the other side, Marcel challenged Max by ridding him off. He got his horse close enough to bump Max's horse hard.

I huff even louder. “Not fair,” I complained, pushing him back and hitting his abdomen playfully. He wasn’t expecting it as his arms dropped slightly and I seized the opportunity to get the ball, hitting it away from his hold. The ball bounces off and I run after it, taking hold of it He wraps his arm around my waist, lifting me above the ground. “That's a foul.” I protest glaring at him with a pursed lip as I still try to throw the ball into the hoop. I watch as the ball goes in as I squeal with a big smile on my face.

Ten minutes to game, the score board flipped, now sitting at twenty-two to thirty-five. Tension began to rise in the crowd, people as well as Professor Caines, were no longer seated, shouting out to the players as the 'Eagles' had the ball, but player was tackled to the ground. His second round of hotdogs forgotten on the chair, he kicked the air angrily. Five minutes to time and there was a foul, and 'Eagles' player was flagged and benched, resulting in another substitution. Breanna couldn't help herself when she began to shout instructions on top of her voice like the rest of the crowd.