philophobia-the fear of falling in love
or becoming emotionally connected
to someone...
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This is a story you've heard before, passed down through generations, about a young girl and a young boy who utterly despise each other.
Then, somehow, t...
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"This is brilliant." Stanley huffs as he slouches on the quidditch stand bench, his hands stuffed into the warm pockets of his coat, the chill of the January wind making their noses become red. Maria shivers slightly as she sits beside him, Alyssa on his other side, Regulus' Slytherin tie wrapped snugly around her neck, covering her chin. Alyssa's gloved hand is intertwined with Stan's inside his pocket and Maria smiles, noticing theri slightly flushed faces — this is definitely not from the icy breeze, however.
"This is torture." Alyssa's teeth chatter and Stan frowns, unraveling his scarf and am wrapping in my over her own, biting his lip on concentration before smiling in success.
"GOOD MORNING AND WELCOME TO THE FIRST MATCH OF THIS 1979!" Olivia Jefferson practically shouts down the mic from the commentator stand. "SLYTHERIN VERSES GRYFFINDOR!!"
Maria cheers loudly for her own house, sticking a tongue out at Regulus who rolls his eyes as he mounts his broom. They two teams hover in the air as Madam Hooch throws up the quaffel and the game begins.
It's off to a rough start as Slytherin chaser, Jaeden Bulstrode, barges Danielle Clark, Gryffindor Seeker and the girl almost tumbled straight off her broom making the crowd 'boo' and the Slytherins applause around Maria. She considers slapping Stan's banner out of his hand but resists when she sees Regulus hovering in the air.
His tousled dark hair is blowing around his face in the strong, icy wind and his hands grip the broom he's sat on, his eyebrows furrowed slightly in concentration as his grey eyes flicker around the pitch.
A large, collective gasp is heard when a bludger gets the Slytherin keeper — Persephone Yaxley — right in the rib and she falls onto the damp sand below her. The Gryffindors wince however aren't too bothered considering Madam Promfrey gets on the case right away, casting a few spells before informing McGonagall whom informs the crowd that she will be well in a few days.
The game goes on, each house applauding when their team gets the quaffle through one of the hoops, Maria glancing at Regulus who is circling the pitch, looking rather indignant as he does so.
She can't blame him, being a seeker seems really boring. You just sit around and look for the snitch whilst trying to not get whacked by a bludger, the only exciting part seems to be the chase of the tiny golden ball.
"It's freezing!" Stan grumbles loudly, earning strange looks from the Slytherins surrounding and he pulls that teenage girl face when they look you up and down in disgust before cackling when his housemates look away. "I'm telling you Alyssa, you're a life saver for teaching me how to do that."
"You're welcome." Alyssa smiles, leaning forwards in anticipation. Slytherin and Gryffindor are now 70–60 to Slytherin, making Maria chew at her lip, silently hoping that the Chasers get a few more in before the snitch is spotted.
