🦅 Ravenclaw Quidditch Team (1979)
Seeker – Gilderoy Lockhart (7th year, Half-blood)
Keeper & Captain – Adrian Chambers (7th year, Pureblood)
Calm, authoritative, and level-headed. Keeps the team disciplined.
Chaser – Pandora Leonis (7th year, Halfblood)
Main chaser, Creative with her flying, often surprises opponents with unconventional shots.
Chaser – Miriam Goldstein (5th year, Half-blood)
Energetic and ambitious; relies on speed and quick passes to outwit defenses.
Chaser – Cedric Clearwater (5th year, Muggleborn)
Analytical and clever; sees plays developing before they happen, a natural tactician.
Beater – Alaric Wrenford (6th year, Pureblood)
Tall, powerful, and skilled with a bat. Known for sending Bludgers with surgical accuracy.
Beater – Catriona Ashcombe (5th year, Muggleborn)
Fiery and quick-tempered. Relies on reflexes to protect teammates, especially the Chasers.
🐍 Slytherin Quidditch Team (1979)
Seeker – Regulas Black (7th year, Pureblood, Captain)
Keeper – Reginald Rosier (7th year, Pureblood)
Intimidating presence, commands his team with ruthless authority.
Chaser – Cassius Selwyn (6th year, Pureblood)
Aggressive scorer; fouls even if the referee is looking.
Chaser – Lyra Blackthorne (5th year, Pureblood)
Deceptive and cunning; excellent at feints and trick plays.
Chaser – Evan Travers (6th year, Pureblood)
Forceful, relentless, barrels through defenses like a battering ram.
Beater – Magnus Avery (6th year, Pureblood)
Strong, precise, enjoys targeting opposing stars (especially Lockhart).
Beater – Corvinus Burke (5th year, Pureblood)
Quick-thinking and sly; prefers sneaky plays over brute force.
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The Ravenclaw locker room was filled with a tense silence that seemed to settle over every bench and locker. Brooms were checked twice, gloves tightened, and straps adjusted again and again, not because anything was wrong but because nobody wanted to stand still before the biggest match of the season.
Adrian Chambers stood in the center of the room with his broom tucked beneath one arm, waiting until the last scraps of movement died away before speaking.
"This is not about style, and it is not about proving anything individually," he said, his gaze moving across the room. "Slytherin will try to drag us into that because it is where they win matches. Fouls, distractions, cheap shots, all of it. The moment you start playing their game, you've already lost."
"Cedric, Selwyn's going to pressure you every time you get possession," Adrian said. "Expect shoulder checks, blocked passing lanes, and anything Madam Hooch might miss. Keep the Quaffle moving and let him waste energy trying to catch you."
Cedric nodded. "Don't worry, Captain. I won't make it easy for him."
"Miriam, Blackthorne likes baiting Chasers into committing too early. Trust your instincts because they've gotten you this far, but don't chase her feints unless you're absolutely certain."
Miriam adjusted her grip on her broom and nodded.
"Understood."
"Pandora, if they start targeting you, keep yourself safe first. The Quaffle is secondary. You're our best playmaker, which means they'll be looking to shut you down first."
Pandora immediately raised a hand in an exaggerated salute.
"Aye aye, Captain, I will look out for them" she replied with a grin. "And I'll perform at my best."
"Alaric. Catriona. Avery and Burke are going to spend half the match trying to knock Lockhart off his broom, so I want the sky clear around him whenever possible."
"Only half?" Catriona asked.
"That's optimistic, considering how dirty they are planning to play" Alaric added, earning several snorts from around the room.
"I don't care how much they try," Adrian said. "Just make sure they regret it."
That answer seemed to satisfy both Beaters immediately.
Finally Adrian's gaze settled on Gilderoy, and the room seemed to grow slightly quieter as everyone followed it.
"We are counting on you, Lockhart."
Gilderoy met his eyes steadily.
"I know."
"Good, because I don't want you catching the Snitch the moment you see it. We need at least a thirty-point lead before you end this match, and if we're not there yet, you wait."
There was no trace of his usual joking attitude as Gilderoy gave a small nod.
"I understand."
For a moment Adrian simply held his gaze before nodding back.
"Good."
Then he stepped forward and extended a hand into the center of the room. One by one the others moved in until all seven hands were stacked together, and for a brief moment the nervous energy that had filled the locker room seemed to disappear beneath a single shared purpose.
"For RAVENCLAW!" Adrian roared.
"FOR RAVENCLAW!"
The answer crashed back immediately, loud enough to make the walls seem to vibrate around them.
When the echo faded, nobody lingered. Pandora snatched up her broom, Catriona was already heading toward the door with Alaric beside her, and Cedric exchanged a determined look with Miriam before both followed after them.
Adrian pushed open the locker room door.
"Let's go win this."
The stadium hit them the moment they stepped outside, and the noise arrived first, not as sound but as pressure, rolling over the pitch in powerful waves that made conversation impossible while banners snapped overhead and thousands of voices blended into a single deafening roar. The stands were already packed, and unlike most matches the usual division between Houses had almost disappeared, because Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, and Ravenclaw supporters had united behind a common cause and were determined to see Slytherin lose. The green-and-silver section remained loud enough in its own right, but every cheer that rose from it was immediately buried beneath a far greater wall of boos coming from the rest of the stadium.
At the center of the pitch Madam Hooch stood waiting with the Quaffle tucked beneath one arm, her expression already warning everyone present that she had no intention of tolerating nonsense today.
"Mount your brooms!"
Twenty-eight players kicked off the ground at once, and the moment Madam Hooch released the Quaffle and blew her whistle, a blur of coloured robes exploded across the sky.
Cedric Clearwater reacted first and surged toward the descending ball, but his fingers had barely closed around the Quaffle before Cassius Selwyn drove into him from the side with enough force to send his broom swerving violently. Cedric nearly lost control altogether and was forced to abandon the Quaffle in favour of grabbing his broom handle with both hands.
A sharp whistle immediately pierced the noise.
"FOUL! Interference!"
The reaction from the crowd was instant.
"Very dirty play from the Slytherin Chaser," Xenophilius Lovegood announced from the commentary box. "I don't know how Slytherins are allowed to play Quidditch at all. Personally, I suspect Wrackspurts. Large numbers of Wrackspurts."
"Mr Lovegood," Professor McGonagall's voice echoed magically around the stadium, "stop accusing Slytherin students of being infested with imaginary creatures."
"But Professor McGonagall, they exist."
"Commentate on the match Mr. Lovegood."
Laughter erupted from every section except Slytherin's, while the renewed booing became so loud that several green-clad students could barely hear themselves shouting back.
Madam Hooch returned possession to Ravenclaw, and Cedric wasted no time taking advantage of it. The moment the whistle sounded again he accelerated toward the hoops, forcing Reginald Rosier to react instantly, and before the Slytherin Keeper could properly establish his position Cedric released the Quaffle with a quick flick of his wrist.
The red ball sailed cleanly through the left hoop.
The stadium erupted.
Play resumed almost immediately, and this time Pandora Leonis collected the Quaffle before climbing sharply through the air, twisting neatly between two approaching Slytherin Chasers and sending a precise pass toward Miriam Goldstein, who accelerated down the left side of the pitch while Cedric pushed forward through open space.
"Observe the migration patterns of the Ravenclaw Chasers," Xenophilius declared enthusiastically. "Very similar to sky-swans, except considerably more aggressive."
Miriam caught the pass without breaking stride and continued driving forward, while Rosier's attention shifted entirely toward Cedric, who had positioned himself directly in front of the hoops and appeared ready to attempt another shot.
Exactly as Ravenclaw intended.
The Quaffle reached Cedric a moment later and Rosier immediately committed himself to the block, while several Slytherin defenders closed in from either side expecting him to throw.
Cedric snapped his wrist upward and sent the Quaffle high above the defenders. Pandora had already anticipated the play and arrived above him at exactly the right moment, catching the pass one-handed before hurling the Quaffle through the completely unguarded right hoop.
"AND THAT'S ANOTHER GOAL FOR RAVENCLAW!" Xenophilius shouted. "Twenty points to zero! Ravenclaw extends the lead and, judging by the noise, approximately three-quarters of the castle approve of this development!"
The cheering became almost impossibly loud at Xenophilius's comment.
Down on the pitch, however, the match was becoming increasingly violent.
Magnus Avery's Bludger screamed toward Pandora's head so suddenly that several students gasped, but she twisted sideways just in time and the iron ball missed her by inches before Alaric Wrenford intercepted it and smashed it back across the field with enough force to send Cassius Selwyn diving upward in alarm.
Before Selwyn had even recovered, Catriona Ashcombe redirected a second Bludger directly through a passing lane Lyra Blackthorne had been about to use, forcing the Slytherin Chaser into a sharp evasive twist that nearly cost her balance altogether.
"Excellent public service from Ravenclaw's Beaters," Xenophilius observed. "Protecting innocent students from dangerous flying objects since the opening whistle."
Unfortunately, Slytherin responded in the only way they seemed to know.
Selwyn clipped Cedric's elbow during a turn, Burke briefly grabbed Miriam's robes whenever Madam Hooch's attention drifted elsewhere, and one particularly shameless Slytherin Chaser drifted directly into Pandora's path before acting offended when she refused to collide with him.
Barely thirty seconds later another whistle echoed through the stadium.
"FOUL! Elbowing!"
The booing somehow became even louder.
"Remarkable consistency from Slytherin," Xenophilius observed. "Many teams struggle to maintain a pattern. Slytherin appears fully committed."
Even Reginald Rosier looked irritated as his Chasers reset once more.
The interruptions kept coming.
A whistle.
A foul.
More boos.
Another whistle.
Another foul.
More boos.
Yet every stoppage seemed to help Ravenclaw more than it hurt them. Pandora released the Quaffle the instant defenders closed on her, Miriam was already moving before passes arrived, and Cedric kept appearing in open space so often that several Slytherin players began looking genuinely frustrated whenever they lost sight of him.
If anything, the repeated interruptions only seemed to sharpen Ravenclaw's rhythm. Pandora rarely held the Quaffle for more than a heartbeat before sending it on, Miriam was already accelerating toward spaces that had not even opened yet, and Cedric somehow kept appearing exactly where the next pass was going to arrive.
The Quaffle flashed from one blue robe to another so quickly that Slytherin's Chasers spent more time chasing players than chasing the ball itself. More than once Selwyn arrived just in time to find the Quaffle already gone, while Travers resorted to throwing his weight around in frustration whenever Ravenclaw slipped past him yet again.
"I believe Ravenclaw may have misplaced the Quaffle," Xenophilius announced thoughtfully. "The Slytherins certainly don't seem capable of finding it."
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