Post by Rachael on Nov 2, 2011 7:17:28 GMT -8
Title: Oh My God!
Rating: G
Word count: 254
Warnings: None
Summary: Fred sees his first Quodpot game!!
Fred could not believe his eyes! His Mom and Dad had taken him and Roxanne to America. At this very moment, they were sitting in a Quodpot stadium! He was getting the chance to see a game of Quodpot for the first time! Fred could barely contain his excitement. He knew there were more difference between Quodpot and Quidditch than that there are eleven players per team in Quodpot, but he did not know what. Whenever he asked his Dad about it, the man’s eyes gleamed, but he remained tight-lipped on the subject.
Fred’s eyes never left the pitch as the Las Vegas Land Sharks and the Memphis Blueboys began the game. The players had to the throw the Quod at their team members, and try to drop it in the pot at either end of the pitch. Everything was fine, the Quod was sailing through the air between Land Shark members, and number twelve, Andrews, had just caught the Quod when.... Boom! Fred jumped up from his seat, hands gripping the banister, as soon as the Quod exploded in Andrews’ hands. “Oh my God!” Fred exclaimed, his face contorting in to a wild grin of ecstasy.
The force of the explosion sent Andrews off his broom, tumbling through the air toward the hard ground, slowing his descent with a burst of wandless magic. Bits of Quod rained down on the pitch, glimmering and sparkling in the sunlight. “Dad,” Fred said solemnly, turning towards his Dad, “I want to play this when I’m older!”
Rating: G
Word count: 254
Warnings: None
Summary: Fred sees his first Quodpot game!!
Fred could not believe his eyes! His Mom and Dad had taken him and Roxanne to America. At this very moment, they were sitting in a Quodpot stadium! He was getting the chance to see a game of Quodpot for the first time! Fred could barely contain his excitement. He knew there were more difference between Quodpot and Quidditch than that there are eleven players per team in Quodpot, but he did not know what. Whenever he asked his Dad about it, the man’s eyes gleamed, but he remained tight-lipped on the subject.
Fred’s eyes never left the pitch as the Las Vegas Land Sharks and the Memphis Blueboys began the game. The players had to the throw the Quod at their team members, and try to drop it in the pot at either end of the pitch. Everything was fine, the Quod was sailing through the air between Land Shark members, and number twelve, Andrews, had just caught the Quod when.... Boom! Fred jumped up from his seat, hands gripping the banister, as soon as the Quod exploded in Andrews’ hands. “Oh my God!” Fred exclaimed, his face contorting in to a wild grin of ecstasy.
The force of the explosion sent Andrews off his broom, tumbling through the air toward the hard ground, slowing his descent with a burst of wandless magic. Bits of Quod rained down on the pitch, glimmering and sparkling in the sunlight. “Dad,” Fred said solemnly, turning towards his Dad, “I want to play this when I’m older!”
