Here's a short little Game post...


“Time out! Time out!” Alex yelled angrily to the referee. As soon as the whistle blew, he flew quickly over to Christelle, who had let yet another Quaffle through the hoops.

“What is going on?” he asked angrily.

“I’m—I’m sorry, Alex… I just have a lot on my mind and—” she stuttered.

“Well get it out of your mind and get your head in the bloody game! We can’t lose this match, Christelle!”

“Then tell Cho to hurry up and find the Snitch!” she screamed suddenly at him as tears streaked down her face. “I’m sorry if I can’t get my abusing, torturing ex-boyfriend off my mind, wondering if he’s behind me every second or watching my every move!” she yelled as she slipped her gloves off her hands and flung them at him. He caught them, still in shock, as she quickly flew toward the changing rooms.

Christelle tore the rest of her pads off as the door busted open to reveal a disheveled Charlie.

“What happened?” he asked immediately as he swept her up into his arms.

“I—I just can’t do this anymore! I can’t go out there and worry about some stupid Quidditch match when I have something more important to worry about!”

“Okay, okay, let’s just calm down and get you home, okay?” he said softly. She nodded against his chest as he tugged her to the door. He led her quickly to their Apparition point, not paying attention to the game where Alex was now telling McLaggen to stop trying to tell his teammates what to do and pay attention to the Quaffles coming at him.


Sorry if I don't post as often. I've kind of got a load of college work, so I'll post as often as I can. And I think we're getting close to the end of this story. I haven't quite decided how long I'm going to carry it out, but I have a feeling it won't be long.

Let me know what you think