Quidditch Foul Novels & Stories

He tripped me while I did warm-ups, and kicked the ball in the opposite direction so I couldn't catch it. His snarky comments spilled out of his mouth whenever I would catch a ball he was expecting me to miss but as soon as practice was over, and I retaliated by punching him in his face then the coach had to have a fit. The door swung open and the devil's child walked in with a smug look on his disgusting face followed by the coach. He sat beside me and then winked. I stared at him emotionlessly, feeling as if I was gonna throw up. He makes me sick.

They could not voice their bitterness. Li Meiyu also ran up to Qin Haodong, then she glared at them and said, "What are you guys doing? It was a block. Being hit was an accident. Are you guys trying to cheat?" People around them also began to discuss. No one had any objections as they were on Qin Haodong's side. After all, no matter football or basketball, there was never a foul from being hit by the ball, and it could only blame the player that was hit for not defending well.

Suddenly my hand shook as I threw the ball. I watched it bounced to the ring. Slowly it rotated on its side. If only blowing with my mouth would help, I would have done it because it looks like it will be tilted to be able to shoot. The ball falls out of the ring. Annoying! "Shit!" I cursed. "Don't say bad word, Iris," Zach scolded and the score on the screen didn't change. "Still all one." "Cheater." I accused. "You're doing something I don't know about, what?"

"The match is over. Except for Steven, all other winning participants advance to the next round! The participant Frederick will take Steven's place. He will advance to the next round!" It was just a few sentences, but it hit like a bombshell. Members of the Diamond Guild were furious. "Why? According to the tournament rules, latecomers should be disqualified!" "If there are any more questions about the fairness of the tournament, we'll disqualify all Diamond Guild participants," the judges said calmly, their words immediately silencing the protests. However, the flames of anger in the Diamond Guild members' eyes couldn't be contained and continued to burn fiercely.

“3,2,1 GO” A crazy dribber ball shoot up from the ground having the game start and the time count down, Zeus and the Warlock reached their hands out. As it came closer to the ground Zeus gripped onto the ball before him, having the Griffin side cheer as they saw Zeus flying for the goal. The spiked Warlock saw as Zeus was about to score in the goal to stop him he shot a spell at him from the side, luckily he missed the shot and continued. "Hey that's illegal isn't it." I sat up from the bleachers, booing for the opposing team.

Brian caught her questioning expression and opened his mouth to answer, but Ever interjected, teasing pointedly, "Males finger and females blow." Hycinth rolled her eyes, as did Gwen. Had Hycinth not handled it so well, I would have been inclined to slap him upside his head for that comment. As it was, I was still contemplating it, but he must have guessed what the remark might cost him because he'd taken a noticeable step out of my reach. Brian explained, "When the ball lands in a cup and spins above the liquid, some gameplay allow for males to use a finger to knock it out, or females to blow it out before it settles. However, to keep the game moving at a favorable pace, we disallow both."

The home fans started a rhythmic chat, stomping their feet. Suddenly.... Santamario came in from the side. Jade was determined he would get past him but unexpectedly, Santamario's stick slammed against Jade's, very rough. Jade lost control and the Puck slipped away. "OH, HE GOT HOOKED!" The first announcer said "THAT WAS A DIRTY PLAY. WHAT? NO WHISTLE?" The second announcer shouted. He stopped abruptly. A chorus of boos from the home fans erupted from the stands at the cheap hit.

I nodded at them and continued listening to the meeting of Pep squad members. “We can watch the CCTV footage of the gym to see who’s at fault.” The school director suggested and everyone agreed. “So, what will happen to the pep squad competition now?” A dancer from another strand asked. “If the base of the Humanistas Pep Squad is on fault about that accident, they’ll get disqualified for not following the rules.” The old lady said that makes the face of Humanistas awful. “That’s inconsiderate, Ma’am. Not because one of us made a mistake, everyone will get disqualified. Our hard work will get waste” The coach defended.

When the next person steps up and tried to make their shot, everyone screams and says discouraging things to them to get them distracted so that they miss and I hate to admit it, but Dolffe knows exactly what he's doing. I'm a little bit more than tipsy because I can't play golf to save my life. I've had about five shots already and I'm a lightweight so I already feel like the world is spinning around me and I need a moment to sit down but I can't have Dolffe getting this shot. "You won't make it!" Danuser yelled, standing right by Dolffe's ear, not abiding to the rules of a foot's distance from the one who's trying to play.

Mason asked. “I’m feeling like I’m about to make you regret opening your mouth.” “That so?” The first whistle blew. From the start, it was physical. We weren’t just playing; we were colliding — shoulder checks, shoves, body-to-body impacts that lasted a beat too long. “That all you got?” he taunted after one near-miss, skating backward in front of me. “Keep talking,” I said, pushing past him. He hooked his stick around mine — technically a foul, but no ref meant no whistle.