Post by kohane on Nov 2, 2011 18:01:38 GMT -8
Title: I'll Never Understand
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Word Count: 251
Summary: Since I do not understand it. I'll get rid of it.
I'll simply never understand this game. What is the point? Fly around on a broom, catch a strangely shaped ball and throw it through one of three hoops. Hit another two smaller balls that fly around and attempt to bludgeon the other players, sometimes to near death? Don't they know that if that angry ball of leather, were to hit them in just the right spot, such as the neck or head, they would die? Out like a light at the tip of a wand, they're life would be extinguished before everyone's eyes. Then theirs the small golden one. A single player is supposed to direct their entire attention to finding a small golden ball with wings? Why wings anyways? The two Bludgers seem to have no trouble flying around, and they do not have wings. Must be to aid in the tiny balls speed and agility, or to look nice, like some sort of trophy when caught.
I'll never understand this pointless means of entertainment. At least my entertainment has value in the world. MY entertainment, aids in ridding our world of those worthless Mudbloods. My entertainment, also teaches. It teaches these Mudbloods just how much they are needed, and wanted in our world. Teaches them how they should not take what is not theirs and twist it, to their own MUGGLE ways.
That's it, after I rule this world, and all the Mudbloods are gone, the next thing to go will be this worthless, and pointless game called Quidditch.
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Word Count: 251
Summary: Since I do not understand it. I'll get rid of it.
I'll simply never understand this game. What is the point? Fly around on a broom, catch a strangely shaped ball and throw it through one of three hoops. Hit another two smaller balls that fly around and attempt to bludgeon the other players, sometimes to near death? Don't they know that if that angry ball of leather, were to hit them in just the right spot, such as the neck or head, they would die? Out like a light at the tip of a wand, they're life would be extinguished before everyone's eyes. Then theirs the small golden one. A single player is supposed to direct their entire attention to finding a small golden ball with wings? Why wings anyways? The two Bludgers seem to have no trouble flying around, and they do not have wings. Must be to aid in the tiny balls speed and agility, or to look nice, like some sort of trophy when caught.
I'll never understand this pointless means of entertainment. At least my entertainment has value in the world. MY entertainment, aids in ridding our world of those worthless Mudbloods. My entertainment, also teaches. It teaches these Mudbloods just how much they are needed, and wanted in our world. Teaches them how they should not take what is not theirs and twist it, to their own MUGGLE ways.
That's it, after I rule this world, and all the Mudbloods are gone, the next thing to go will be this worthless, and pointless game called Quidditch.
Lovely fic; I love the reflection on each aspect of the game as a whole.
