Forbidden Corridor - PG - Chapter 6: Possession, Suspicion - »
Author: Sydella Shields

November marked the start of the Quidditch season, which everyone was excited about, perhaps none more so than Oliver because this year he felt confident they had a shot of winning the coveted silver Quidditch Cup. "Ohh, the face Flint will make when we win!" Oliver grinned with a manic glint in his eyes. Marcus Flint was the team Captain of Slytherin, who they were playing on Saturday.

"We should do something special for Oliver," Adalita said as she and Angelica walked to their Divinations class on Friday. Angelica nodded; she'd been in a much better mood since finding out that there had been nothing serious wrong with Professor Quirrell.

"And for Alicia too, I mean she's out of the reserves and on the team now!" Angelica exclaimed.

Just then they had reached Professor Trelawney's classroom, which as always smelled heavily of incense. Professor Trelawney resembled a large bug with a mass of hair and glasses. Before they started class, she appeared out of the smoke, next to Angelica.

"Oh dear," she whispered. "I see that the stars will not be kind to you this year. Someone close to your heart is going to..."

"To what, Professor?" Angelica asked, breaking into a cold sweat.

"I mustn't say, for I fear you would try and meddle with the Fates."

Of course hearing that sort of thing wouldn't exactly be easy to forget, but somehow when Saturday's game rolled around everyone seemed to be in a good mood. It was chilly that morning, with a brisk breeze blowing through the packed stands. Jonathan, Angelica, and Adalita were huddled up, under their cloaks, watching their friends play a most exciting game of Quidditch. "That Harry Potter is simply amazing!" Jonathan commented, and handed the binoculars to Adalita.

Suddenly the crowd gasped. "What's he doing?" she asked as Harry was flipping around on his broom.

"Mmm...No, I think it's more what is it doing?" Jonathan said, speaking of Harry's state-of-the-art broom, the Nimbus 2000.

"That-that's impossible!" Angelica sputtered. Adalita offered her the binoculars, she shook her head.

"You know, if we had omnioculars we wouldn't have this problem!" Jonathan laughed.

"I know, I should've gotten us some when I went to the Quidditch World Cup on holiday."

"It's alright Ad, one day we'll go together and get them." Jonathan snuggled close to Adalita as her cheeks flushed pink, and not just from the cold.

"Gimme those!" Angelica shouted suddenly, changing her mind. Adalita handed her the binoculars. Angelica gasped and threw them back down.

"What?" Adalita and Jonathan said in unison.

"I-I- Professor Quirrell fell, someone knocked him down or something..."

"That man is having no luck...." Adalita added, sharing a smirk with Jonathan. But before the conversation could continue Harry literally coughed up the Golden Snitch and won the game for Gryffindor! Naturally everyone but the Slytherins roared with joy. The final score was Gryffindor - 170, Slytherin - 60. There were parties in the Gryffindor tower all night long, so everyone quickly forgot about the unpleasant events of the day.

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