Chaotic Quidditch

“Okay men! And women! This is it. The big one,” Oliver Wood, the Gryffindor captain, encouraged his team. Harry and Angelina, a chaser, nodded in agreement.
Fred and George had memorized Wood’s pep talk last year, so they recited the rest, “The one we’ve all been waiting for. We’re going to win. I know it. Or else.” Except for the added “or else”, their recitation was perfect.
The other two Gryffindor players hadn’t even been paying attention. Shockingly enough, Bookworm was reading. She was reading Quidditch Through The Ages, to review the history and rules of the game. “Hmm… There are 700 kinds of Quidditch foul, but it won’t list them all because it doesn’t want to give us ideas… It says you can’t attack an opponent with an axe. Do you think that means keyblades too?” Bookworm asked.
“But it doesn’t specifically say anything against keyblades?” Keyblade asked hopefully.
“No… It also doesn’t specifically say anything against four-way Quidditch games, so I think it should be okay to use your keyblade… Let me just finish reading to make sure,” Bookworm said, turning back to her book.
Wood took a deep breath and tried to control his frustration. “The match is about to start! This is no time for reading!”
“But I’m at a good part!” Bookworm whined.
“Don’t you want to beat Shade and Ed at Quidditch? Come on!” Keyblade said. Bookworm, being an overly competitive person, immediately put down the book and grabbed her broom. They all walked out onto the field.
“And now it’s the Gryffindor team! Wood! Potter! Weasley! Weasley! Johnson! Keyblade! Bookworm!” Lee Jordan yelled into his magical megaphone.
“Hi Keyblade! Hi Bookworm!” Colette took the megaphone, waving to her friends.
“Can I play too? Please? It looks like a lot of fun and I’ve never ridden a flying broomstick before, although I did ride some flying horses before…” Tas informed Hagrid.
“Oh no ye don’t!” Hagrid held tightly to Tas’s leash. (After the incident with the dungbombs at the tryouts, Tas was not allowed anywhere near the Quidditch pitch, unless he was with Hagrid and had a leash.)
“Having fun, Potter?” Draco’s sneering voice carried across the Quidditch pitch. “You and your Mudblood friends don’t stand a chance!”
“Draco…” Shade said threateningly.
“I mean you and your Gryffindor friends don’t stand a chance!” Draco corrected. He was having a hard time getting used to being polite to Muggle-borns, but he was now friends with Shade. Many of his enemies were now piles of goo in the hospital wing. He decided this was worth a little politeness… Besides, even he didn’t really want to anger Shade.
The team captains shook hands and the game began. It was complete chaos. Whoever decided they should have a four-way game regretted it very much. Within the first minute, Keyblade had fallen off her broom. Lloyd immediately opened his angel wings (which worked much better than brooms for him) and saved her, accidentally hitting her with his Beater’s bat in the process. While Keyblade was given a potion to revive her, Bookworm scored a goal! Unfortunately, she scored in her own goal. Lee swore into the megaphone.
“He doesn’t really mean that! That was a really good try, Bookworm! I’m sure you’ll get it in the right goal soon!” Colette said optimistically.
A few exciting minutes later, the game had to be paused while the referee tried to decide if turning an opponent into a pile of goo was a foul. It was not in the list of 700 fouls, so Shade was not punished. This made Lee swear again.
“Lee! That was a mean thing to say! Shade’s not that bad. She’s actually really nice once you get to know her,” Colette scolded Lee. McGonagall smiled. She had picked the perfect co-commentator.
Shade considered turning Lee into goo, but decided to wait until after the match. She had to concentrate on defending the goals right now. Once Keyblade had managed to stay on her broom, she played very well. After scoring in Ravenclaw’s goal, she got into a fight over the Quaffle with Ed. As their squabble began to turn into a full-scale alchemy duel, Genis cast his Wind Blade spell at them. This painful experience successfully reminded them to stop fighting, but also caused the game to be paused again. The rulebook only said players were not allowed to use wands, so the referee decided Genis’s spell did not count as a foul.
“No way! You’re not letting that little kid get away with that!” Lee and the Gryffindors groaned.
“I AM NOT LITTLE! AND I’M NOT SHORT! AND I’M NOT A RUNT EITHER!” Ed screamed, flying his broom right into the stands in an attempt to run over Lee.
Fortunately, Al was in the stands, watching the game. “Big brother! Stop! He was talking about Genis, not you! And he didn’t say all those things anyway!” Ed’s uncontrollable anger at being called “little” caused him to lose control of the broom. He crashed into Al, knocking his head off. A cat poked its head out of Al’s armor and scratched Ed across his face.
The referee decided that crashing into innocent bystanders did count as a foul, so Gryffindor was awarded a penalty shot. To everyone’s dismay, Bookworm took the penalty.
“Aim for the Gryffindor goal!” Keyblade suggested. Bookworm decided to take her advice and carefully aimed for the Gryffindor goal. She threw the Quaffle. It went through the Ravenclaw goal perfectly. The Gryffindor stands erupted into cheers. As Bookworm was doing a victory lap around the pitch, things suddenly got even more chaotic. A strange group of people appeared in the middle of the pitch.
“There they are! They’re the ones who stole the Sorcerer’s Ring!” Kratos pointed at Bookworm, Keyblade, and Shade. He opened his angel wings and unsheathed his sword.