And for the first time ever, Marcus Flint plays on the same team as Oliver Wood. For the first time in tryouts, he’s terrified.
The final drill is simple; he and the two other chasers are all on opposing teams, the beaters are meant to go for everyone, and Wood is blocking shots from the three chasers. The seeker is off after the snitch.
The whistle goes, and Marcus’s blood is rushing like it used to when he played in Hogwarts. This is familiar – he can take shots against Wood. He can do that. And he does – he takes shot after shot, and Wood blocks all but two – and it quickly becomes obvious that they’re the best players on the team. In fact, he gets the quaffle so many times that the head coach pulls him from offence and makes him a defender – the other two chasers are one team, and he and Oliver are on the other.
And he’s brilliant at taking the quaffle away and sending it flying far from the hoops, and he’s excellent at weaving in and out of the chasers and beaters, and he’s overall great –
Until he stops a pretty close attempt at a score, just ten feet from the hoop, and Wood shouts “Brilliant, Marcus!” earnestly, and then he’s fucked.
No Nay Never No More (Will I Play a Wild Rover) by paper_star
