Oct 17, 2019 10:12 PM
Most desperate desire
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November comes, and brings winter with it. The mountains around the school become icy gray and the lake like chilled steel. Every morning the ground's covered in frost, and Hagrid can be seen from the upstairs window defrosting broomsticks on the Quidditch field, bundled up in a long moleskin overcoat, rabbit fur gloves, and enormous beaverskin boots.

Quidditch season begins, and the first game of the season is Saturday. While Wood has been trying to keep the true extent of Victor's skill a secret, all of Gryffindor and Slytherin saw him rescue Neville's Remembrall, and no one doubts he'll be something to watch. Whether that's positive or negative depends on the commentator, though - some Slytherins have taken to loudly whispering about what tragic things tend to befall Seekers. Dayo's banter is more lighthearted, but they are one of Slytherin's Beaters, and they do in fact want to win - a fact that, together with their apparent skill at it, does more for their popularity in their House than whatever machinations they've been plotting with Millicent Bulstrode and Pansy Parkinson.

They do suggest Quidditch Through the Ages as something that could be useful - or at least fun - to read before the game, as trivia or to get to know more about the history and rules of the sport.

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Quidditch is not very exciting on its own merits.

But he gets to fly.

And Gryffindor needs him and that's important.

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Come on Quidditch is super exciting you get to hit people with evil metal balls! Also did he know that there are seven hundred ways of committing a Quidditch foul and that all of them happened during a World Cup match in 1473?

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"Hitting people with evil metal balls is not at all exciting."

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"Is too! They don't even get that hurt, magical people are more physically resilient -"

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Snape chooses that point to cross the courtyard where Dayo, Victor, and Ron are, limping. "What's that you've got there?" he asks of the book.

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"Quidditch Through the Ages, Professor."

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"Library books are not to be taken outside the school," he says. "Give it to me. Five -"

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"It's my book, Professor," she lies innocently. "And no one ever informed us of this rule, so we could accidentally break it with some other book we did get from the library."

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Victor is pretty sure that the reason why no one informed them of that rule is because it doesn't exist. He would know. But it doesn't seem like it would do him any good to tell Professor Snape that.

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"Do not lie to me, Miss Iroko."

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"It wouldn't be right to lie about school rules! But we can go check at the library if you'd rather make sure I'm not breaking any, Professor."

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He glares at her for a second before stalking off.

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"I hope that leg's really hurting him," Ron grumbles.

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Victor sighs.

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The Gryffindor Common Room's abuzz with activity that evening in anticipation of tomorrow's game. People are badgering Wood with tactical suggestions and he's just laughing them off, acting extremely confident. Some people go bother Victor, too.

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...Victor is not sure what to do about this!

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Well he could tell them to stop bothering him!

Ron seems to be having fun, though, even if he's merely adjacent to the centre of attention.

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Well, Ron having fun is good.

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The next morning dawns bright and cold. The team will be meeting up for pre-game warmups and last-minute strategy sessions at ten AM sharp.

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Victor arrives twenty minutes early.

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And runs into Dayo on the way, who winks, waves, and wishes him good luck.

Once in the locker room, Wood clears his throat for silence. "Okay, men," he says.

"And women," says Chaser Angelina Johnson.

"And women," Wood agrees. "This is it."

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"The big one," says Fred Weasley.

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"The one we’ve all been waiting for," says George.

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