Quidditch

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Matchday 1

Gryffindor vs Slytherin

Winner: Gryffindor

Points: Gryffindor +3, Slytherin +0

Hufflepuff vs Ravenclaw

Winner: Hufflepuff

Points: Hufflepuff +3, Ravenclaw +0

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The duel room hummed with magical energy as Jason and Professor Flitwick squared off. Despite his best efforts, Jason was being thoroughly schooled by the diminutive but formidable Charms professor. Flitwick moved with speed and precision, firing off spell after spell while Jason dodged, blocked, and scrambled to counter. The air was alive with bursts of light and the crackle of magic.

Flitwick: "Come on, Jason, surely you can do better than that!"

Jason, panting and clutching his wand tightly, grinned.

Jason: "I'm trying, sir, but you are a dueling machine!"

Flitwick smirked, then with a flick of his wand, sent a Stupefy charm straight at Jason. The spell hit its mark, stunning Jason and disarming him in one fluid motion. His wand clattered to the floor.

Flitwick: "And that's the match!"

Jason groaned as he regained his bearings, shaking off the effects of the spell. Flitwick walked over, retrieving Jason's wand and handing it back to him.

Flitwick: "Jason, your magical resistance is remarkably high. I had to use a bit more force than usual to stun you."

Jason rubbed the back of his neck, a sheepish look on his face.

Jason: "That might be because of last year's... incident, sir. You know, the ritual."

Flitwick's eyebrows shot up, his curiosity piqued.

Flitwick: "Fascinating. Do you mean to say you've inherited some of the basilisk's abilities?"

Jason: "I'm not entirely sure, sir. It's not like I've tested it. Professor Dumbledore looked into it, though. He'd know more."

Flitwick nodded thoughtfully.

Flitwick: "I'll be having a word with him about this. But tell me, Jason, why don't you play Quidditch anymore? I recall you played brilliantly in that one match."

Jason's expression darkened slightly.

Jason: "Sir, you don't know?"

Flitwick: "Enlighten me, Jason."

Jason tell his side of story , launching into the story of how Jeremy fell sick during a critical match, blamed Jason for his condition, and how Jason ultimately refused to play alongside him.

Jason: "I gave Roger an ultimatum. Either Jeremy or me. Roger picked Jeremy."

Flitwick frowned, his lips pressing into a thin line.

Flitwick: "To think something like this could happen in my house."

He straightened up, determination in his gaze.

Flitwick: " Jason tell me , did you do it . You are more than capable of doing it ."

Jasonn : " No , sir i did not do it ."

Flitwick: "Jason, get your Quidditch gear and head to the school grounds. I need to have a talk with Roger."

Jason made his way to the Ravenclaw common room, where Vik and Josh were lounging on the sofa near the fireplace. Vik was flipping through a book, while Josh was fidgeting with a quill.

Jason: "Vik, I need your broomstick."

Vik glanced up, puzzled.

Vik: "What happened to yours?"

Jason: "It got destroyed. Long story. Anyway, hurry up—I need it."

Josh leaned forward, suddenly interested.

Josh: "Why do you need it? The Ravenclaw team isn't exactly rolling out the red carpet for you."

Jason smirked.

Jason: "That's about to change. Flitwick's having a word with Roger about Jeremy."

Vik slammed his book shut and bolted upright.

Vik: "Wait, seriously?"

Josh stood too, his eyes wide.

Josh: "You're not joking, are you? Flitwick's actually stepping in?"

Jason: "Dead serious. Now, can I have the broom?"

Vik dashed toward his room, calling over his shoulder.

Vik: "Give me a second! This is big news!"

Josh leaned closer to Jason, grinning.

Josh: "If Flitwick sorts this out, you'd better lead us to a Quidditch Cup this year."

Jason laughed.

Jason: "One step at a time, mate. Let's not get ahead of ourselves."

Vik returned moments later, broomstick in hand, his excitement barely contained.

Vik: "Here. Now go show them what they've been missing!"

Jason took the broomstick, his confidence returning.

Jason: "Where are Simon and Tobi? Let's get them in on this."

Josh: "They're probably hanging around the pitch already. You go ahead; we'll meet you there."

Jason nodded, gripping the broom tightly as he headed out.

Jason: "Let's hope this works out. it's going to be a very awkward year for Roger."

Josh and Vik exchanged a look, both silently rooting for Jason to succeed. As Jason disappeared down the corridor, Vik clapped Josh on the shoulder.

Vik: "If Jason gets back on the team, we might actually have a chance this year."

Josh: "Let's hope Roger's got enough sense to make the right call."

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The training ground was alive with the whir of broomsticks cutting through the air and the occasional smack of a Quaffle hitting a hand. The Ravenclaw Quidditch team was mid-practice, their movements sharp but lacking the coordination needed to topple their house rivals. On the sidelines, Simon and Tobi watched intently, occasionally helping the team retrieve stray balls .

Flitwick arrived at the edge of the field, his small stature and keen eyes unnoticed at first. Folding his arms, he observed quietly, his sharp mind already piecing together the dynamics of the team. A slight smile graced his face when he spotted Jason approaching the field, broomstick in hand and a determined expression on his face.

Flitwick stepped forward, commanding attention with his presence despite his height.

Flitwick: "Alright, team, gather round. We need to address something that's been brought to my attention."

The players circled him reluctantly, their brooms now hanging at their sides. Jason joined the group, his arrival sparking immediate tension. Jeremy turned on him, his face red with frustration.

Jeremy: "You rat! First, you poison me, and now you tattle to the professor?"

Flitwick's voice, though calm, sliced through the air like a whip.

Flitwick: "Jeremy, did I ask you to speak? No? Then let's not waste time with baseless accusations."

Jeremy recoiled slightly but crossed his arms, his glare fixed on Jason. Flitwick turned his gaze to Roger, the team captain, whose usual confidence seemed shaken.

Flitwick: "Roger, care to explain what's going on here?"

Roger hesitated, shuffling uncomfortably under Flitwick's watchful eyes.

Roger: "Sir, it's... complicated. Jason refuses to work with Jeremy, and I didn't want the team dynamic to fall apart, so..."

Flitwick: "So you made a decision that has clearly left the team in less-than-ideal shape. Is that about right?"

Roger mumbled something unintelligible, looking away.

Grant Page, one of the team's more straightforward players, spoke up.

Page: "What's the solution here, Professor? This bickering's not helping us win matches."

Flitwick's tone turned firm, his wand already in hand.

Flitwick: "This is the Ravenclaw Quidditch team, where skill and strategy should reign supreme. Abilities will be measured today. I'll assess both Jason and Jeremy, and the better player will stay on the team. No more arguments."

With a flick of his wand, Flitwick transformed part of the field into a racecourse and skill-testing ground. The players murmured amongst themselves, some clearly excited by the prospect of drama, while others exchanged nervous glances.

Jason and Jeremy stood side by side, their rivalry palpable. Jason tightened his grip on his broomstick, his usual humor replaced by focus.

Flitwick signaled for the two to begin. The first test involved speed and agility where both of the guys were equal , followed by passing accuracy to Ed Samuel, the team's Beater. Jason outperformed Jeremy in every aspect in passing , while Jeremy struggled to link up.

As the dust settled, the team gathered again. Simon and Tobi flanked Jason, offering silent support, while Roger stood by Jeremy, his expression unreadable.

Flitwick: "Well, I think we've seen enough. It's clear Jason has come out on top."

Jeremy: "This isn't fair, sir!"

Flitwick raised an eyebrow.

Flitwick: "Oh? How so, Jeremy? What do you suggest, then?"

Roger cleared his throat, trying to salvage the situation.

Roger: "Sir, while Jason's skills are undeniable, Jeremy has been with us longer. He knows our strategies, and we're familiar with how he plays."

Flitwick turned to him, his expression sharp.

Flitwick: "And how's that been working out for you, Roger? Care to explain why Ravenclaw hasn't been able to win the Quidditch Cup lately?"

Roger fell silent, his face flushing with embarrassment.

Flitwick turned to Page.

Flitwick: "Mr. Page, what do you think? Do you see this team winning the Cup this year or next?"

Page scratched the back of his head, his blunt honesty coming to the forefront.

Page: "Not really, sir. Slytherin's got better brooms, Gryffindor's got Potter—who always catches the Snitch when they need it—and their beater are practically unbeatable. Hufflepuff's got an all-sixth-year team this year, so they're no pushovers either."

Flitwick nodded, turning back to Roger, who looked ready to disappear into the ground. Jeremy, however, wasn't ready to concede.

Jeremy: "How about this, sir? Let's have a match. If Jason's team can beat us, I'll step down from the team."

Flitwick's eyes sparkled with amusement as he turned to Jason.

Flitwick: "Well, Jason, what do you say?"

Jason smirked, his confidence evident.

Jason: "I'm ready, sir."

Flitwick clapped his hands.

Flitwick: "Excellent. Jason, choose your seven players. Let's make this as realistic as possible."

Jason turned to Simon and Tobi.

Jason: "You two want in?"

Simon: "Absolutely."

Tobi: "You bet."

Jason: "Just remember, if we lose, Roger might block your chances of joining the team next year."

Simon :" we are friends right " 

Tobi : we are in this together "

Simon :" and he was using us as a water boy anyway ".

Grant Page stepped forward, his hand outstretched.

Page: "Count me in, Jason. Looks like Roger doesn't want me either."

Jason grinned, shaking his hand.

Jason: "Welcome to the team, Page. Let's show them what they're missing."

The players dispersed, excitement buzzing through the air. Flitwick stood back, watching with pride as his students prepared for what was sure to be future deciding match.

The two teams assembled on the pitch, their respective robes gleaming under the muted sun. Team 1 stood tall in bronze, exuding the confidence of seasoned players. Roger, their captain, gave a self-assured smirk as he adjusted his gloves. Team 2, clad in blue, had a mix of determination and nerves etched on their faces. Jason adjusted his broom, exchanging a nod with Simon and Tobi.

Simon: "Right, lads. Time to prove them wrong. Tobi, you ready?"

Tobi: "I was born ready. Let's do this."

Jason: "Just remember, we play smart. Let them play dirty; we'll let the score speak for itself."

The whistle blew, and the match began. The Quaffle shot into the air, grabbed immediately by Jeremy, who rocketed down the field.

Team 1's experience shone as they quickly dominated possession. Jeremy weaved through the air with practiced ease, tossing the Quaffle to Roger, who hurled it toward the hoops.

Grant Page, Team 2's keeper, anticipated the move, diving left to block the shot with a satisfying thud.

Grant: "Not on my watch, Roger."

But Team 1's Beaters, Duncan and Ed, were relentless. Duncan sent a Bludger screaming toward Tobi, forcing him to veer sharply off course. Meanwhile, Ed targeted Simon, clipping his broom and causing him to wobble slightly.

Tobi: "Bloody hell! Are they aiming to play or kill?"

Simon: "They're not aiming, mate; they're just bad at being subtle."

Despite the chaos, Jason managed to intercept a pass from Jeremy to Randolph, spinning his broom expertly to toss the Quaffle to Simon.

Jason: "Simon, go for it!"

Simon sped forward, his natural instincts kicking in as he hurled the Quaffle toward the goal. Anothie Matthews, Team 1's keeper, barely managed to block it.

Simon: "So close. Next time, it's going in."

Team 1 continued their aggressive tactics, with Duncan and Ed targeting Team 2's Chasers ruthlessly. But Team 2 began to adapt. Jason, known for his precise passing and aiming, started exploiting Team 1's overconfidence.

Jason: "Tobi, flank left. Simon, draw their Beaters."

With a perfectly timed pass, Jason sent the Quaffle to Tobi, who zipped past Randolph like a shadow. Tobi's swift movements made him hard to track, and he slammed the Quaffle into the hoop.

Grant: "That's the way, lads! Keep it coming!"

Vik and Josh erupted as Team 2 gained their first points. From then on, their confidence grew. Jason's passes became sharper, threading through Team 1's defense like a needle.

Tobi: "Over here, Jason!"

Jason: "On it!"

Tobi caught the Quaffle mid-air, dodging a Bludger sent his way by Duncan, before tossing it to Simon, who scored with a spectacular dive.

Simon: "And that's how it's done!"

Team 1's frustration was palpable. Roger barked orders, but their coordination faltered. Ed, still playing aggressively, accidentally sent a Bludger toward his own team, forcing Randolph to dodge mid-pass.

Jason: "Looks like they're falling apart. Let's finish this."

The score tightened as Team 2 pulled ahead with clever plays. Grant blocked shot after shot, his experience shining as he anticipated every move.

Meanwhile, Ulf-Harold Jon, Team 1's Seeker, was locked in a high-speed chase with cho chang. Jason noticed the Snitch glinting near the edge of the pitch.

Jason: "cho, right flank! Push him toward the stands!"

cho followed Jason's cue, herding Ulf-Harold away from the Snitch. With a final dive, she caught it, ending the game with a triumphant flourish.

Team 2's players landed, their faces glowing with exhilaration.

Simon: "That was bloody brilliant!"

Tobi: "We smashed them. Did you see Roger's face?"

Jason: "Couldn't miss it. Looked like he'd swallowed a Bludger."

Flitwick, watching from the sidelines, clapped his hands in approval.

Flitwick: "Well done, team. I think it's clear who deserves their spot on the official roster. Page you are the captain now"

Jason smirked, shaking hands with his teammates.