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OtterySt.Catchpole · 12-18-2006, 06:20 AM

It was then things got really crazy.

The score was 180 to 100 in favor of Ireland when it suddenly happened.

“I’m really thirsty Professor I’m gong to get some water,” Ottery remarked trying a different tactic against his arch nemesis*.

“You’ll do no such thing,” Severus said completely engrossed in the match and not a little annoyed that the boy was bothering him with something so trivial. Even muggles in their silly little chemistry classes could make something as simple as water.

“I have to pee,” Ottery said trying a different tact.

“How? You haven’t drunk any water?” Professor Snape remarked.

“Oh, forget this,” Ottery remarked and snuck behind Ron who was standing up straining his neck to follow Krum, past Harry who was shouting madly for Ireland, and Seamus who was laughing, Hermione and Dean who were oddly enough enjoying the game in their own odd way, past them all onto the stairs. It was there, on the steps, he realized that he could not get off the moving box. The platform they were sitting on was spinning rather quickly, almost like a roller coaster, it was enchanted so that with it’s sudden jerks it didn’t send you falling over into the person next to you but that meant that once you were on the platform and the game had begun you could not get off. From his seat, Professor Snape rolled his eyes and turned back to the match. Ottery slit his eyes, glared at the Professor and sat on the steps pouting rather than sit next to him again.

“And ladies and gentlemen it seems that Ireland scores again. But what’s this? No really what’s this?” The announcer exclaimed. “Is that a … it looks like some kind of flying device?”

“What the devil is Bagman on about now?” Ottery could hear the minister complaining. Fudge had not been happy about Ludo not sitting at the Minister’s Box, likely the press would take notice. The more important people in the Minister’s Box, the smarter Cornelius would look in the society page of The Daily Prophet.

“Sit down Cornelius you’re blocking my view,” Gran exclaimed.

Ottery turned to look as a little airplane (something out of a World War I film actually) as it dived down into the match and started buzzing straight for them. It began firing at them.

“Holy frijoles!” Ottery exclaimed jumping from the steps.

Thankfully Bill, Charlie, Luke, Harry and Hermione were a bit quicker at getting their wands and screaming, “Protego.” The bullets began bouncing off. As Ottery looked up, he had to duck a water balloon. He turned around in time to see the carpet burning off of the stairs were the balloon had fallen. Water nothing. It was acid!

Smiling Ottery yelled, “Teddy!”

“Oh, suddenly we’re friends, now, because I’ve got a half ton nuke in the bomb bay?” Teddy said as he looked back down to the smoking spot that should have been Ottery. “I don’t think so.” He turned the plane around ready to make another run at the Minister’s box.

“This is crazy! I better go talk to him before he gets into any real trouble,” Ottery was thinking. He ran down the steps and jumped out of the box, through the soft shield spell into the pitch. “Oh, yeah, I need a broom,” he said taking his wand out of his pocket as he fell into the giant quidditch pitch. “I can’t change this into a broom I might need it to soften my fall.”

The boy started rifling through his pockets: a piece of gum, which flew out of his hands, no big loss it was too small anyways; a shoelace, nope; his diary, yeah wasn’t happening; he tried his other pocket as he turned to notice that the Minister’s box was not really that high or that the speed at which he was falling was really fast. Thankfully, he always carried a very long gag handkerchief that didn’t end; it just kept going and going. Ottery took a long length of it and untied it. He was having a bit of trouble with the knot as the ground grew ever closer but he was too preoccupied with not ruining the gag handkerchiefs that he did not notice it coming up so quickly or rather his coming down so fast.

“Somebody save that boy! He seems to have fallen out of the Minister’s box,” Ludo was screaming at the crowds, mistaking the Minister of Magic’s rapidly waving arms as a distress call. That was not what it really was. Cornelius had meant it as a sign to Ludo Bagman to shut up about it. Did the fool not know Rita Skeeter was in the audience? Oh, but they were going to hear no end of it in the newspaper tomorrow.

“Got it,” Ottery said, transfiguring the long strip of hankies into a broom and just in time too. “Whoa Nellie,” he exclaimed as he managed to stop his fall just a few inches off the pitch.

“From the looks of it, the boy’s saved himself. Is he going to join the match?” Ludo asked.

It was then the audience started yelling cries of: “Blow him out of the sky,” and “He better be playing for Ireland,” along with “If he sucks he better be playing for Ireland” remarks which of course were promptly answered with, “He’s playing for Bulgaria! He sucks!” and soon some remarks — well those are better left unsaid as there are ladies present.

Ottery for his part did not want to be in the game he just wanted to talk to Teddy who was breaking over a thousand different aviation rules, to say nothing of Quidditch game rules, but since rule breaking was not a legitimate reason to stop a match it continued.

The dark haired boy flew up through the middle of the field, ducking the beaters from both teams who all thought he was playing for the other team *snickering* and thus were trying to knock him off his broom.

“Hey watch it bub!” Ottery exclaimed ducking one of the Bulgarian Beater’s swings.

Ottery turned around, sticking his tongue out at the Bulgarian as he outraced him. The dark haired boy turned around again laughing just in time to get a face full of Quaffle as one of the Irish Chasers used it to knock the boy off the broom.

“I hope Ron isn’t seeing this,” Ottery thought to himself, as he took the quaffle and flung it against Ireland’s goal scoring.

“What the devil just happened?!” Ludo Bagman exclaimed.

“Oh, fudge,” Ottery exclaimed as all the players from Ireland came after him, “Dark, milk, and semi sweet chocolate!” he was screaming as he flew past the Minister’s box trying to outrace the players.

12-18-2006, 06:20 AM	#77 (permalink)
OtterySt.Catchpole SS Featured Artist DA Poet Rupert is My Man! SS100 Triumphant Aethonan Join Date: Jul 2004 Location: The Wicked House Posts: 18,909 Hogwarts RPG Name: Ottery St. Catchpole Gryffindor Third Year	For so many memories we've yet to make God don't send to me your angels Paris & Kellybear r luv :Read Otty 's fics:Gone With the Wind:I♥Rupert It was then things got really crazy. The score was 180 to 100 in favor of Ireland when it suddenly happened. “I’m really thirsty Professor I’m gong to get some water,” Ottery remarked trying a different tactic against his arch nemesis. “You’ll do no such thing,” Severus said completely engrossed in the match and not a little annoyed that the boy was bothering him with something so trivial. Even muggles in their silly little chemistry classes could make something as simple as water. “I have to pee,” Ottery said trying a different tact. “How? You haven’t drunk any water?” Professor Snape remarked. “Oh, forget this,” Ottery remarked and snuck behind Ron who was standing up straining his neck to follow Krum, past Harry who was shouting madly for Ireland, and Seamus who was laughing, Hermione and Dean who were oddly enough enjoying the game in their own odd way, past them all onto the stairs. It was there, on the steps, he realized that he could not get off the moving box. The platform they were sitting on was spinning rather quickly, almost like a roller coaster, it was enchanted so that with it’s sudden jerks it didn’t send you falling over into the person next to you but that meant that once you were on the platform and the game had begun you could not get off. From his seat, Professor Snape rolled his eyes and turned back to the match. Ottery slit his eyes, glared at the Professor and sat on the steps pouting rather than sit next to him again. “And ladies and gentlemen it seems that Ireland scores again. But what’s this? No really what’s this?” The announcer exclaimed. “Is that a … it looks like some kind of flying device?” “What the devil is Bagman on about now?” Ottery could hear the minister complaining. Fudge had not been happy about Ludo not sitting at the Minister’s Box, likely the press would take notice. The more important people in the Minister’s Box, the smarter Cornelius would look in the society page of The Daily Prophet. “Sit down Cornelius you’re blocking my view,” Gran exclaimed. Ottery turned to look as a little airplane (something out of a World War I film actually) as it dived down into the match and started buzzing straight for them. It began firing at them. “Holy frijoles!” Ottery exclaimed jumping from the steps. Thankfully Bill, Charlie, Luke, Harry and Hermione were a bit quicker at getting their wands and screaming, “Protego.” The bullets began bouncing off. As Ottery looked up, he had to duck a water balloon. He turned around in time to see the carpet burning off of the stairs were the balloon had fallen. Water nothing. It was acid! Smiling Ottery yelled, “Teddy!” “Oh, suddenly we’re friends, now, because I’ve got a half ton nuke in the bomb bay?” Teddy said as he looked back down to the smoking spot that should have been Ottery. “I don’t think so.” He turned the plane around ready to make another run at the Minister’s box. “This is crazy! I better go talk to him before he gets into any real trouble,” Ottery was thinking. He ran down the steps and jumped out of the box, through the soft shield spell into the pitch. “Oh, yeah, I need a broom,” he said taking his wand out of his pocket as he fell into the giant quidditch pitch. “I can’t change this into a broom I might need it to soften my fall.” The boy started rifling through his pockets: a piece of gum, which flew out of his hands, no big loss it was too small anyways; a shoelace, nope; his diary, yeah wasn’t happening; he tried his other pocket as he turned to notice that the Minister’s box was not really that high or that the speed at which he was falling was really fast. Thankfully, he always carried a very long gag handkerchief that didn’t end; it just kept going and going. Ottery took a long length of it and untied it. He was having a bit of trouble with the knot as the ground grew ever closer but he was too preoccupied with not ruining the gag handkerchiefs that he did not notice it coming up so quickly or rather his coming down so fast. “Somebody save that boy! He seems to have fallen out of the Minister’s box,” Ludo was screaming at the crowds, mistaking the Minister of Magic’s rapidly waving arms as a distress call. That was not what it really was. Cornelius had meant it as a sign to Ludo Bagman to shut up about it. Did the fool not know Rita Skeeter was in the audience? Oh, but they were going to hear no end of it in the newspaper tomorrow. “Got it,” Ottery said, transfiguring the long strip of hankies into a broom and just in time too. “Whoa Nellie,” he exclaimed as he managed to stop his fall just a few inches off the pitch. “From the looks of it, the boy’s saved himself. Is he going to join the match?” Ludo asked. It was then the audience started yelling cries of: “Blow him out of the sky,”* and “He better be playing for Ireland,” along with “If he sucks he better be playing for Ireland” remarks which of course were promptly answered with, “He’s playing for Bulgaria! He sucks!” and soon some remarks — well those are better left unsaid as there are ladies present. Ottery for his part did not want to be in the game he just wanted to talk to Teddy who was breaking over a thousand different aviation rules, to say nothing of Quidditch game rules, but since rule breaking was not a legitimate reason to stop a match it continued. The dark haired boy flew up through the middle of the field, ducking the beaters from both teams who all thought he was playing for the other team snickering and thus were trying to knock him off his broom. “Hey watch it bub!” Ottery exclaimed ducking one of the Bulgarian Beater’s swings. Ottery turned around, sticking his tongue out at the Bulgarian as he outraced him. The dark haired boy turned around again laughing just in time to get a face full of Quaffle as one of the Irish Chasers used it to knock the boy off the broom. “I hope Ron isn’t seeing this,” Ottery thought to himself, as he took the quaffle and flung it against Ireland’s goal scoring. “What the devil just happened?!” Ludo Bagman exclaimed. “Oh, fudge,” Ottery exclaimed as all the players from Ireland came after him, “Dark, milk, and semi sweet chocolate!” he was screaming as he flew past the Minister’s box trying to outrace the players. __________________