Chapter 131 - – Gryffindor vs. Hufflepuff (2/2)
Rowan sagely nods her head and happily pops the earplug back in. She had thought so, but she wasn't sure at the distance. If she was correct, Edmund Macmillan was either Ernest Macmillan's father or uncle. Either way, it was interesting, to say the least.
The girls, however, were a bit in shock as the players kicked off and 15 brooms rose into the air signaling the start of the game. After a long pause, Silvia finally said, ”You don't think-?”
The other girls quickly glance at Rowan to find her surprisingly staring straight ahead. And no, Rowan wasn't watching the match, she was merely focusing on a single point on the field. But to everyone else, it seemed as though she was staring rather intently at the Hufflepuff captain.
”Well, she is of age,” Tiffany wryly chirped. ”Although, I never thought she liked them blond.” The girls nod their heads a bit in shock as the rest of the game is a slight blur to them. Who knew that the ice-cold Rowan liked them blond?
The match increases the pace as the Gryffindor chasers do a good job of scoring against the Hufflepuffs, but as do the Hufflepuffs. The game was presently 80 to 70 with only a ten-point difference. With excitement running high the snitch was suddenly spotted as the Gryffindor Captain and the Hufflepuff seeker both raced to catch it.
Frank Longbottom pulls an impressive and manages to snatch the snitch out of the Hufflepuff seekers grasp. With a roar, the Gryffindor's cheer as they failed to see a bludger smack into James. With a groan, James feels his arm break as he slid sideways onto his broom.
The other two chasers instantly noticed as they rushed over and kept him safely on his broom as they led him to the ground below. Rolling onto the ground, James groans, ”We won, right?”
”We sure did, Potter,” Frank Longbottom said as he had zoomed over the minute, he saw his youngest chaser beginning to knell over.
”Oh good,” James painfully puffed before fainting. Still cheering, the team quickly carried James away to have Madam Pomfrey fix him right up. Mending bones took just second, although rather painful, he'd be just as good as new and just in time to celebrate their victory.
Removing her earplugs, Rowan winced as the loud crowd's chatter was heard again. ”Can you believe it? 230 to 70,” a boy in the crowd exclaimed.
”Do you think, he'll be okay?” Lily was heard saying.
”I'm sure he'll be fine,” Sirius proudly boasted as though he'd personally won the match. ”Pomfrey has been fixing Quidditch players for ages. He'll be right as rain, just wait and see.”
Refraining from rolling her eyes, Rowan said, ”I'm hungry.” And without waiting for a response fled down the stands, before any of them could stop her.
The group is silent for a moment, before Bethanie says, ”Well, I'm sure she's worried. Rowan just hates to show it.” They rapidly nod their heads though some look less convinced than others such as Severus and Terry for example.