Quidditch Novels & Stories

I rolled my eyes, "Whatever. I need the kitchen, the potion in itself isn't all that hard, the ingredients should be in every usable kitchen. What's hard is the time it takes." "Which you'll speed up using your special magic." He seemed hesitant saying 'Special Magic." "It's called Black Magic. It doesn't hurt to say the words, you know." I told him with a slight shake of my head. A lot of people were wary of me; they worried they'd say the wrong thing in front of me and I'd lash out. Using the words 'Black Magic' is usually the wrong thing to say, an offence, similar to the seven sins or something.

Tony shook his head looking disappointed. I took a hold of Anne's pillow and hit her with it. Anne screamed in pain, sarcastically, but her dog started barking at me. Even her cat seemed pissed. "See Macha's mad at you," she laughed and rubbed her dog's belly to calm him down. "So, the last one is Quidditch," I commented when I glanced on the list of paper. "I heard Ivan was planning on taking the event on with his team?" I continued.

he said in a calm voice. "I don't, Your Highness, but be quick as I will now start the groupings," Sir Sebastian declared and waved at the other students who had already gathered around him. "First of all—" "Reixerdun Tiacrona or ReixTia in short is the most popular sport in Luminozenko," Prince Lazul started, gesturing a hand at a corner of the field, far from everyone else. With his lead, we started to walk where he motioned at. "It is easy enough to understand in a minute or two. Each team consists of eleven players. Five Shields, three Knights, two Hunters, and one King. It is a game where you can only use simple spells and martial arts to defend, attack or score. You can either throw, k

“You’ll have me for the rest of my life.” “Okay, okay, we get it. You guys are in love. Now can we go?” Quentin demands. Zayne sighs and nods, so we all get ready and pile into the cars to go to the Highland game that is being held nearby. We arrive, and the girls and I head to the stands while all the boys change into their kilts, Zayne having convinced Jade and Gin to join in. I whistle as they all come out bearing legs, my baby, of course, looking at the sexiness with his muscular thighs. They all agree to participate in three competitions, the hammer throw, the log flip, and the maze. The hammer throw is pretty basic— you see how far you can throw a 16-22 lb iron ball without moving your

“You didn’t have to—” Malick gave her a sidelong glance, dark amusement hiding beneath the storm in his eyes. “They’ve been poking shadows that don’t belong to them.” And then he was gone. School sports field Later, on the field, magic crackled in the air like tiny lightning storms. The girls were playing a floating-rounders match: bats that hovered in their hands, levitating bases, and balls charged with kinetic energy that could throw you across the pitch if you weren’t careful. The boys tore into their brutal Mage-Rugby game, the ball sparkling with runes and each tackle sending shockwaves that made the grass tremble.

The best part of this damned game, which is presumably the worst about it, is the need to keep an impassive face without revealing the hands you hold. Its like a fucking chess game. But only mentally. You cannot afford to look nervous or excited. A flicker of a nervous gaze or a confident smirk would be the player's downfall faster than he could say quidditch. Not many drunk people played poker. A good thing I wasn't drunk yet.

Madam Hooch would always, in all staff meetings, ask for new broomsticks for the school. "Yes, Professor… ?" "Hooch, Rolanda Hooch, Lord Ravenclaw. And I'm no Professor. I am the castle's flight instructor and judge for the Quidditch House's Cup." "We will have to change that, Madam Hooch, if you want to, of course. We used to have swords' play and archery classes in the past, but since swords and bows had entered in disuse in both magical and non-magical worlds, we will be introducing a Physical Education class, mainly to teach the child how to move and to focus some of their excess of energy. But answering your question, yes, if the school is in need of new

"And while you're at it, bring a glass of the 1989 Chateau Haut-Brion with it." I also fucking hate wine. Give me a beer, a bourbon, a shot of tequila any day. Wine isn't my thing. But I love him, and regardless of the way he's high-handed sometimes, I think he loves me. He only wants what's best for me. I tell myself that every day. I'm just unsure if he really knows who I am, if he sees the real Hadley. "Hey," Trick snaps his fingers in front of my face. "You okay?"

said Aza as he put the plate in the sink, then took a bottle of water to take him to the room. The sound of the door creaking sounded in the quiet room, Aza immediately took the book then began to take a comfortable position to read it. "Among a group of magicians, the core of the magician itself is called the Cube magician who controls the crystal cube, there are eight cube magicians including blue, red, maroon, green, brown, white, gray and purple cube magicians," When Aza turned the next page, it was blank. "Huh? Empty? Give me a break!" grumbled Aza.

he tells me, placing the ice cream cup down before me. I grin in surprise but choose not to question it. "Thanks, bud." Does this make me the poor sap that he's helping out? He nods and sits down before me. "Who are you hiding from anyway?" he asks, inviting himself into a conversation with me. "Life," I sigh in admission. "Also, Troy. He keeps begging me to watch him participate in the figure skating competition. There are some things a guy never wants to see in his lifetime; Troy in a tight-fitted tutu is definitely one of them."