13. Quidditch

It's the love for the game

Alex stood alone on the pitch with his match robes on and his broom in his left hand. He squinted some in the sun light and then crouched down to pick up a stray of grass. He looked over his shoulder when he heard his captain saying something to his teammates. He should be getting inside before the stands started to fill up with students.

Slytherin would win the Cup that year, he was sure of it. “Bring it on lions.” He said out loud, flicking the stray away and turned to head back to the locker-room.

He was ready.