Novel & Cerita Quidditch Jersey Slytherin

The school colors, that didn’t escape me. *Ohh! So thoughtful,* Fanny cooed. The old Cade would be suspicious, probably think it’s a dead raccoon. But the Cade that I was determined to try and be, held her breath. I ripped it open and laughed, as I held up a jersey that said “Keller” on the back, number 42. I literally had no clue which brother the number belonged to, but I had the feeling it should be obvious.

I mumbled, thinking the same word Kai and Daisy had said yesterday about him. Interesting. “Zeus it’s nice to see you too.” Zander lifted his chest, showing his strong/protective side. “As the newest member of the Volantes we got you your very own jersey.” The same guy told him handing Zander a red and black jersey with a patch of a griffin holding a ball on the side. “Thanks man, I won’t make you regret it.” Zander thanked grabbing the jersey with a nod, letting go of my hand to put it on. As he did, I notice the words Griffin in red on the back of it and the number 12.

“Take it up with the council. Not me.” I glared at the rink instead, watching the opening match of Hillia Academy versus Silvergate Collegium. Hillia’s uniforms gleamed under the bright rink lights—deep crimson with sharp gold lines. Silvergate wore silver and navy, pristine and elegant. And smiling, of course. Since that is apparently their signature.. or brand? Whatever. I narrowed my eyes at them. “They look like they’re about to host a tea party,” I muttered. “They look like they’re about to poison the tea,” Lily corrected.

"But I need the Richmond Rebels Leo Taylor jersey to complete my collection." Under the table, I slid my foot up her calves to rest on the seat of the chair, between her knees. Quinn sucked in a quick breath and sat still. "Tell you what." My voice was hoarse. "If you promise to break in every jersey the way we did the first two, I'll make sure you have one for every uniform we have-home and away-for every team I play for in my entire career." Quinn's lips curved. "That sounds like a win-win deal to me."

“That won’t do, Shana.” He led me to a stand where merchandise for the Shadow High Dragons was being sold. There were some huge t-shirts with all the team player’s names and numbers. Number 5 was Lucas’s. “Which one would do you want?” James asked holding up two shirts. “I think this one would look amazing on you.” He held out a shirt with the number 18 on it, and upon further inspection, I realized it was his number. The other shirt he held in his hand had a number 5 on it.

The only other things in the trunk were the full chainmail armour, an elaborate waist belt, a leather pouch, a set of tubular bells and cloak with the coat of arms of the Zumerongs which was a magnificent and ferocious griffin, standing tall and proud, embroidered with threads of gold, silver and copper; the image was so life like and imposing that just a glance at the magnificent image commanded respect. Jerome’s hands passed through the items, his hands lingering on the coat of arms on the robe; something flashed past his eyes, but it was too quick for him to grasp. He moved his head to one side in a jolt-like motion, in an involuntary effort to catch the image however he was unsuccessful.

"May your reign bring prosperity and strength to the Slytherin pack." "Here here," the crowd echoed as they raised their own glasses. I drank deeply and felt the satisfaction of achievement settle into my bones. I had done it. I had claimed my birthright and secured my future. Nothing could stop me now.

They were both rich--but I think Luke was richer--they were both handsome, and they were both well built, so why dislike each other? I sighed. I combed my long ebony hair while I stared at myself in the mirror. I applied a little make-up and carried my smallish handbag before I left the house. I was on a CFC United jersey that Justin gave me which had his signature on it, a blue jeans trousers and a pair of Nike shoes. The jersey was red--my favourite colour-- with a little write stripe on the shoulders and the logo, a golden crown with tree branches by its side, on the chest area. Then a big number seven and Justin's name was written on the back.

The pussy hadn’t done it and I was tired of waiting. I whistled for the first time while putting on my school uniform. It could be worse. Rochester’s colors were black and white, à la Hogwarts. The girls could wear black skirts and jumpers with white logoed blouses. The boys had black pants with ties and collared shirts.

The omnipresent emblem could’ve fooled anyone into thinking this was a Harry Potter fan convention. Plus, Wendy knew this wasn’t SU’s official crest. “Team logo,” Asher said, studying her. “You’ve seen our gear—helmets, jerseys, all featuring the bolt.” “Huh.” Wendy averted her gaze. “Must’ve missed it.” “We’re the Syracuse Lightning. Not your thing, so no surprise you didn’t notice.” Her oversight had nothing to do with football and everything to do with a certain Number 7’s physique. “Wait—” Wendy’s head snapped up. “I never told you I dislike football.”