Post by Rachael on Nov 8, 2011 8:47:31 GMT -8
Title: Extinction
Rating: G
Word count: 300
Warnings: None
Summary: A possible portrayal of the introduction of the Golden Snitch in to the game of Quidditch.
Alasdair Blackleaf rose from his chair once the Golden Snidget was caught by the French team Seeker. As Chairwizard of the IAQ he was required to head down to the pitch, in order to present the Cup to the winning team. He almost stumbled in his surprise when someone shouted loudly at him.
Silver-grey eyes tightened as he tossed his fading blonde hair over his shoulder. A willowy, raven-haired, bespectacled young man loped up beside him, a bag hanging from his shoulder. “Chairwizard Blackleaf, it is imperative that I speak with you,” the young man said hastily, easily keeping stride with Alasdair.
“You have two minutes,” Alasdair replied briskly, gauging the distance between himself and the pitch. “Talk quickly.”
“You need to put an end to Quidditch; it’s detrimental to the environment.”
“I have no time for the nonsense spouted by magizoologists.”
The young man stubbornly kept stride with him. “I’m not just a magizoologist, sir, and if you don’t listen to me right now,” the youth barked, “you and your men will drive the Snidget in to Extinction! Every game played is a Snidget wiped off the face of the earth! Dear Merlin, have you truly no decency?!”
Angered, Alasdair jerked to a stop, whirling on the insufferable youth instantly. “What is your name, young man?”
“Bowman Wright of Godric’s Hollow, sir.”
“Very well, Mr Wright, if you can come up with a suitable alternative, I will remove the Snidget from play.”
“I already have, sir!” Wright exclaimed, gloved-hand reaching in to his bag, withdrawing a golden ball. He held it in his open palm. A pair of wings unfolded, fluttering gently. “I call it the Golden Snitch.”
Eyeing the walnut-sized ball, Alasdair’s eyes gleamed. “You have a deal, Mr Wright.” He offered his hand. Wright grasped it immediately.
Rating: G
Word count: 300
Warnings: None
Summary: A possible portrayal of the introduction of the Golden Snitch in to the game of Quidditch.
Alasdair Blackleaf rose from his chair once the Golden Snidget was caught by the French team Seeker. As Chairwizard of the IAQ he was required to head down to the pitch, in order to present the Cup to the winning team. He almost stumbled in his surprise when someone shouted loudly at him.
Silver-grey eyes tightened as he tossed his fading blonde hair over his shoulder. A willowy, raven-haired, bespectacled young man loped up beside him, a bag hanging from his shoulder. “Chairwizard Blackleaf, it is imperative that I speak with you,” the young man said hastily, easily keeping stride with Alasdair.
“You have two minutes,” Alasdair replied briskly, gauging the distance between himself and the pitch. “Talk quickly.”
“You need to put an end to Quidditch; it’s detrimental to the environment.”
“I have no time for the nonsense spouted by magizoologists.”
The young man stubbornly kept stride with him. “I’m not just a magizoologist, sir, and if you don’t listen to me right now,” the youth barked, “you and your men will drive the Snidget in to Extinction! Every game played is a Snidget wiped off the face of the earth! Dear Merlin, have you truly no decency?!”
Angered, Alasdair jerked to a stop, whirling on the insufferable youth instantly. “What is your name, young man?”
“Bowman Wright of Godric’s Hollow, sir.”
“Very well, Mr Wright, if you can come up with a suitable alternative, I will remove the Snidget from play.”
“I already have, sir!” Wright exclaimed, gloved-hand reaching in to his bag, withdrawing a golden ball. He held it in his open palm. A pair of wings unfolded, fluttering gently. “I call it the Golden Snitch.”
Eyeing the walnut-sized ball, Alasdair’s eyes gleamed. “You have a deal, Mr Wright.” He offered his hand. Wright grasped it immediately.
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