ciroccoj | Aug. 15th, 2005

I have a fondness for all-dialogue, and this one's cute. It's a commentary of a Gryffindor-Slytherin Quidditch match by Draco Malfoy, who has very recently lost his position as Slytherin Seeker, and is not at all bitter about it:

Incompetent Slytherin captain Marcus Flint – who incidentally, boys and girls, still rides upon the Nimbus 2001 generously donated by my father four years ago because he can't afford his own – charges fiercely up the middle stretch of the pitch and towards the Gryffindor goal posts – done so in an amazingly straight line considering that the simpleton usually gets confused with uncomplicated directions.

...but anyway, Flint still going strong - looking rather uncannily like a charging, and particularly ugly, troll - swerving from a bludger directed by Finnigan that wouldn't even knock out a snidget - smashing hard into Potter just for the hell of it - understandable - and finally moving into a good position to score for Slytherin and... Ha! Saved by a particularly bungled attempt by the Gryffindor Keeper, Ronald Weasel - oh, my mistake, Professor - Weasley. Still not entirely sure how he managed to save that, but one supposes that that's when those abnormally giant limbs of his come into good use. So, Weasley now with the Quaffle and... heh, turning a remarkably unattractive shade of red - which I'm not even slightly endeared by - and directing vulgar finger gestures towards the Slytherin commentator...

A Flying Commentary, by MamaLaz