The Beautiful Game
Title: The Beautiful Game
Author: Bizarity
Rating: G
Prompt: Hero
Word Count: 700
Summary: Seamus Finnigan attends his first school Quidditch match.
Warnings: None. This fic is perfectly safe.
Notes: I wrote this for my Seamus/Oliver relationship table. And for bergann and the rest of the Shoeboxchat who welcomed me back with open arms after a considerable absence.
Sunlight raced into the room through sparkling windows. It glittered around the Great Hall, dancing off knives, forks and spoons. The chattering of students swelled to meet it and together they charged the room with expectation. Seamus Finnigan crushed his last sausage into his mouth, dripping ketchup down his chin. He smeared it with the back of his hand.
"Come on, Seamus," said Neville. "We need to get good seats so that-" he bit his lip and three pairs of eyes turned to Harry Potter. Hermione scowled at them and they all remembered to act normal. Dean Thomas nodded his head at the groups of people humming through the doors. Seamus got to his feet, swallowing as he walked. The three of them strode out waving goodbye and good luck to Harry. They collected the rolled up banner from behind a suit of armour where Neville had hidden it yesterday then made a dash for the outside. The cold air swirled around them, buffeting them on their way to the pitch. They climbed to the top of the stands and unfurled the banner between them. The flashing colours ripped in the wind. Seamus caught Dean's dark blush when their neighbours applauded his artwork.
Ron and Hermione appeared moments before the match started and took their seats among the Gryffindors. The five of them cheered until their lungs burned as the team blurred past in scarlet and gold. The chatter of the second and third years around them was more illuminating than Lee Jordan's commentary and while the captains were shaking hands the first years filtered out a potted history of all the current Gryffindor players. Once the teams rose into the air excited silence overcame the stands. Seamus took this opportunity to glance at Dean and was entertained by the way his eyes skittered to keep up with the action. Hagrid squeezing himself among them distracted their attention from the stripes of red and green criss-crossing the pitch.
"No goal yet?" Hagrid asked, leaning close to Seamus and Dean.
"Slytherin can't score first," Seamus said while Dean shook his head. Seamus squinted into the sun, trying to get a clutch on what was happening. He suddenly made out Marcus Flint grabbing the quaffle and bulleting across the pitch towards the Gryffindor hoops. Air caught in Seamus's throat as Lee Jordan alerted the crowd to Flint's approach on the goals. Seamus's shoulders froze as Flint arrowed towards the goal; dead straight and clearly relying on his speed and power to defeat the Gryffindor keeper.
Seamus's heart shuddered in his chest as Oliver Wood took up his position right in front of the hoop Flint was aiming for. Time seemed to spin itself thin as Flint gave no indication of swerving or trying for a different hoop. Seamus heard Neville gasp beside him when it became obvious that neither captain was moving out of the way. In one long second Flint crumpled into Wood. Seamus winced, imagining the sound of those two bodies crashing together. He watched as Flint threw himself forward onto his twisting broom. The quaffle dropped from his hands and Alicia Spinnet sliced through the air to catch it.
Seamus found breath in his lungs to cheer as Flint hurtled after her leaving Oliver Wood panting through the pain. Seamus watched Oliver's shoulders straighten and Oliver's thighs grip his broom, sending it swerving gracefully between the hoops. Eyes still glued to Oliver Seamus heard Dean screaming in his ear. It took him a minute of blind confusion to realise Gryffindor had scored.
"What a goal!" Ron yelled, fists waving in the air.
"First goal of the season - handed to Angelina Johnson by Alicia Spinnet, just moved up from the reserves." Lee Jordan's commentary filtered through the cheering Gryffindor chatter.
"She'll be a hero," said Dean. "Catching it like that, right out of his hands." Seamus nodded, glad Dean was getting into the game. Dean had been worried that Quidditch would never be able to fill his heart the way football did but judging by the light in his eyes this worry was long gone.
"Yeah," Seamus breathed. "A hero." His eyes returned to Oliver Wood. He was grinning into the crowd as he continued to weave his way around the hoops.
See my table for this series somewhere...soon
Author: Bizarity
Rating: G
Prompt: Hero
Word Count: 700
Summary: Seamus Finnigan attends his first school Quidditch match.
Warnings: None. This fic is perfectly safe.
Notes: I wrote this for my Seamus/Oliver relationship table. And for bergann and the rest of the Shoeboxchat who welcomed me back with open arms after a considerable absence.
Sunlight raced into the room through sparkling windows. It glittered around the Great Hall, dancing off knives, forks and spoons. The chattering of students swelled to meet it and together they charged the room with expectation. Seamus Finnigan crushed his last sausage into his mouth, dripping ketchup down his chin. He smeared it with the back of his hand.
"Come on, Seamus," said Neville. "We need to get good seats so that-" he bit his lip and three pairs of eyes turned to Harry Potter. Hermione scowled at them and they all remembered to act normal. Dean Thomas nodded his head at the groups of people humming through the doors. Seamus got to his feet, swallowing as he walked. The three of them strode out waving goodbye and good luck to Harry. They collected the rolled up banner from behind a suit of armour where Neville had hidden it yesterday then made a dash for the outside. The cold air swirled around them, buffeting them on their way to the pitch. They climbed to the top of the stands and unfurled the banner between them. The flashing colours ripped in the wind. Seamus caught Dean's dark blush when their neighbours applauded his artwork.
Ron and Hermione appeared moments before the match started and took their seats among the Gryffindors. The five of them cheered until their lungs burned as the team blurred past in scarlet and gold. The chatter of the second and third years around them was more illuminating than Lee Jordan's commentary and while the captains were shaking hands the first years filtered out a potted history of all the current Gryffindor players. Once the teams rose into the air excited silence overcame the stands. Seamus took this opportunity to glance at Dean and was entertained by the way his eyes skittered to keep up with the action. Hagrid squeezing himself among them distracted their attention from the stripes of red and green criss-crossing the pitch.
"No goal yet?" Hagrid asked, leaning close to Seamus and Dean.
"Slytherin can't score first," Seamus said while Dean shook his head. Seamus squinted into the sun, trying to get a clutch on what was happening. He suddenly made out Marcus Flint grabbing the quaffle and bulleting across the pitch towards the Gryffindor hoops. Air caught in Seamus's throat as Lee Jordan alerted the crowd to Flint's approach on the goals. Seamus's shoulders froze as Flint arrowed towards the goal; dead straight and clearly relying on his speed and power to defeat the Gryffindor keeper.
Seamus's heart shuddered in his chest as Oliver Wood took up his position right in front of the hoop Flint was aiming for. Time seemed to spin itself thin as Flint gave no indication of swerving or trying for a different hoop. Seamus heard Neville gasp beside him when it became obvious that neither captain was moving out of the way. In one long second Flint crumpled into Wood. Seamus winced, imagining the sound of those two bodies crashing together. He watched as Flint threw himself forward onto his twisting broom. The quaffle dropped from his hands and Alicia Spinnet sliced through the air to catch it.
Seamus found breath in his lungs to cheer as Flint hurtled after her leaving Oliver Wood panting through the pain. Seamus watched Oliver's shoulders straighten and Oliver's thighs grip his broom, sending it swerving gracefully between the hoops. Eyes still glued to Oliver Seamus heard Dean screaming in his ear. It took him a minute of blind confusion to realise Gryffindor had scored.
"What a goal!" Ron yelled, fists waving in the air.
"First goal of the season - handed to Angelina Johnson by Alicia Spinnet, just moved up from the reserves." Lee Jordan's commentary filtered through the cheering Gryffindor chatter.
"She'll be a hero," said Dean. "Catching it like that, right out of his hands." Seamus nodded, glad Dean was getting into the game. Dean had been worried that Quidditch would never be able to fill his heart the way football did but judging by the light in his eyes this worry was long gone.
"Yeah," Seamus breathed. "A hero." His eyes returned to Oliver Wood. He was grinning into the crowd as he continued to weave his way around the hoops.
See my table for this series somewhere...soon