Quidditch Foul Novels & Stories

“House rules?” “Oohhh, apparently we have a seasoned player on our hands,” he replied, running down the list of rules. “Guys finger, girls blow… Meaning, guys are allowed to finger a ball out of a cup before it hits the beer. Girls can blow it out, same deal. If the ball rolls back down the table to you without hitting the floor, you can reshoot. Winning team stays on-table, tournament style. In the event of a shut-out, losing team runs a naked lap around the building. Meaning, nothing but your shoes, ladies.” He said the last part with a wink and a sleazy smirk.

Jane glanced at the scoreboard. The rival team's guard threw a wobbly pass in from under the basket. Nine seconds. Eight. The ball rolled free, and Caroline dove for it, along with two other opponents. Jane couldn't tell exactly what was happening in the next few seconds of pushing and grabbing. The referee's whistle blew. Was the foul Caroline's...her second foul of the evening? But the referee called it against the other team. "Right!" Jane's dad shouted, punching his fist in the air.

His gaze swept the room like a blade. “Any candidate, Alpha or Luna, caught cheating, bribing, using forbidden substances, attempting to sabotage the other team, or defying the elders’ instructions will be disqualified.” A murmur broke out again, louder, because everyone had opinions about what counted as sabotage. The elder slammed his staff down once. The sound cracked through the hall like thunder. Silence returned instantly. “Disqualified,” he repeated. “And disgraced.” He let the word disgraced hang there, heavy and humiliating.

she shouted, giving the man a slap on the back of his head and a shove forward. Uh oh, she’d done it now... Suddenly there came a loud high- pitched blast from a whistle stuck in the lips of their host (no one was sure where he got it from). This brought an immediate cessation to the action. “Party foul!” he pointed at Sienna. “Penalty for touching out of turn is... a loss of turn! Now drink up, miss. You can try again next round.” “B-b-ut! I wanted cock now!” Sienna chirped.

His cologne made my already heated cheeks a shade redder and I tried controlling my feeling right now. He was not letting me turn let alone move from under his arm cage. Feeling frustrated I looked up at him and that's when he played his masterstroke. He stepped more closer to me with just the ball separating us. Involuntarily the ball stood still in both my hands as his cold breath fell on my lips. *Whistle* Oh sh** no!!! I stopped dribbling and held the ball for more time It was a foul. I looked up back at him and he smirked at me while taking the ball from my hands.

The latter harrumphed and struggled to rise, rejecting any help from his supports. "I'll never be convinced, Theo Xavion." Zain spat as he limped away with his substitute and supports following behind. Charlotte got on the platform and began speaking: "Well, that was a tough one. The winner has thrown his opponent out of the ring twice. That is incredible. Zain Dumphy, you violated the rules. Hence you'll serve a punishment of 5000 pushups or detention throughout the days of the competition. The choice is yours. Please, a round of applause for the winner of this round."

He walked over just as I thought this. “You’re stepping on the foul line,” he said. “I am not,” Gabriel said, re-adjusting his stance. “You were, so it doesn’t count. I saw it,” Harry said. “I did not step on the foul line,” he said, “you’re just mad that our team is ahead of you.” Harry scoffed. Things were about to get out of hand. “Better?” he asked, “you are not better than me and you know it, which is why you felt the need to cheat.”

The opposing team expresses their disappointment while my team cheers. I'm the fourth kicker, and I have limited time on the field. I hope we don't get three outs in a row. Unfortunately, luck isn't on my side this time. Out. Out. Out. The first kicker got out on the first try. The second reached second base but was tagged out, and the third kicker hit a high ball that someone managed to catch. Because he didn't turn around quickly enough, the second kicker couldn't make it back to first base in time. So, it's a two-for-one situation.

Their lack of concern irritates me, especially when I think about how we always looked out for each other on my team. Coach Johnson would have skated over to us in a heartbeat to make sure we were okay. But here, Leia is left to suffer alone, with no one batting an eye, not even her Coach. "The game will continue, as they determined there was no foul play," the announcer declares, sending a surge of anger through me. "Bullshit there was no foul play," Rocky interjects, his voice dripping with disdain. Rocky knows nothing about hockey but even someone who doesn't watch hockey can see that was a foul. It should have sent the other girl off the ice, but they are letting it slide?

“The words of the respectable judges of the Tournament must be adhered to except if there's proof of foul play. Also, I don't want what happened the last time to repeat itself, if you're defeated fair and square accept it.” Louder murmurs filled the air. “We're wolves, we have egos to protect. Accepting defeat is hard.” “You'd better accept it because you've already signed to adhere to the rules. If you don't there'll be consequences involved. None of you would want to shame your mates and packs right?” Unusual silence lingered in the air. “Lastly, for the last trial there'll be a sacred ritual of illusion. No one is allowed to disclose it to another.”