Quidditch Foul Novels & Stories

Jade said, like she was announcing the new reigning hairstyle. My eyebrows dipped into a frown. I was confused. Unsportsmanlike conduct? Against Ellis? Or do they have him mistaken for Victor? Because if there is anyone who would have that kind of complaint filled against them, then it's definitely Victor. I laughed, the sound coming out sharp and humorless. “For what exactly? Breathing too aggressively?” Lara folded her arms. “Excessive force. Intentional contact. Verbal aggression toward an opposing player.” My brain worked twice as much as it would work on a normal day as I tried to figure out why a complaint like that would be filed against to Ellis.

To unlock them, one team member must accept permanent judgment. RULE 7: Permanent judgment means eternal imprisonment in the cathedral. You will become part of it. Forever. RULE 8: Choose quickly. You have five minutes. Failure to choose results in all team members receiving permanent judgment. "No," I said louder. "No, they can't..." "Oh, and one more thing!" the voice continued. "To make sure everyone plays fair....no looking at the stained glass windows anymore! Anyone who looks will experience their deepest shame on repeat until they break! Just to keep things interesting!"

He lifts his head to the sky and lets out a deep, deafening howl of supreme victory that vibrates through the entire stone fortress. The horn blares three times in rapid succession, signalling the absolute end of the match. From high above in the gallery, Father stands up from his golden throne, his dark eyes sweeping over the dirt pit. He raises his hand, calling for complete silence. The crowd falls dead quiet, every eye locked onto the King. "Kyle played foul by shifting before the proper call," Father’s voice echoes through the arena with unyielding, solemn weight. "Yet even with an unfair strike, he could not match Zayne's patience, control, and absolute strength."