Quidditch. The only major Wizarding sport that was played worldwide. It was said that almost every wizard had played Quidditch, and nearly everyone was interested in it. It was one thing that everyone in the Wizarding World shared. And it was just as popular at Hogwarts, the Interhouse Championship was important at Hogwarts, and almost every student was probable inside the packed stadium right now.
And despite all its popularity, Vincent had never felt any interest in the sport. Even the art of flying on broomsticks did not interest him, although it was considered an important Wizarding skill. He could fly without the use of broomsticks, and people could always apparate instead. Vincent didn't understand how people liked watching idiots flying on broomsticks and hitting bludgers at each other. Yet, he was coaching the match, mainly cause their coach did not have enough experience to be coaching a match of this importance yet. Vincent had spent some time reading over every single rule, and there were a lot. And only when he had memorized them all had he left his office to go to the match.
He was dressed warmly, as it was yet another cold day at Scotland. They were experiencing an unusually bitter and cold Winter, though today was better. No blizzards or snowfall, but it was cold, with some breeze. You had to feel sorry for the players. For their sake and his, Vincent hoped for a quick finish. They would be freezing to death after an hour or so. Well, at least it wasn't raining, like at last match. It seemed that weather always liked playing spoilsport at Quidditch matches.
Personally, Vincent was quite neutral in this match. He despised Gryffindor, but disliked Hufflepuff as well. He had a natural liking for the Slytherins, but Ravenclaw had been his house here, so he favored that house above all others. It was perhaps, lucky then he was coaching only this match, he would have had a hard time being fair in the other ones.
Coughing, he entered the noisy and crowded stadium, some of the players had decided to line up at the pitch already, Vincent just spared them one glance before walking over to the middle of the pitch and summoning the suitcase with the quaffle, the bludgers and the snitch inside it.
He looked around at the crowd, the Hufflepuffs and Gryffindors were of course supporting their own teams. The Ravenclaws seemed quite neutral, but the Slytherins were cheering for the Hufflepuffs. Slytherins were always with the team that was against Gryffindor, so this was nothing new. Vincent impatiently waited for the rest of the players of the teams to show up.
by Andrew Thompson Fri Jan 15, 2010 4:36 am
