(A quick explanation of the Quidditch rules from Juntong for readers unfamiliar with them: each team has seven players. One Keeper guards three hoops. The Beaters use bats to hit the two Bludgers flying wildly around the pitch, disrupting the opposition. Three Chasers compete for the single Quaffle and throw it through the opposing team's hoops, scoring ten points each time. The Seeker searches for the incredibly fast Golden Snitch darting around the pitch. Catching it earns 150 points and ends the match; the team with the higher score wins. Other foul rules resemble those in ordinary ball games, only simpler and rougher. People have devised over a hundred ways to break the rules without being penalized.)
The Quidditch Pitch.
Up in the stands, Harry, who had just finished training, was wolfing down the lunch Draco had brought him on his way over, occasionally glancing up at Draco enjoying himself in the sky.
The two mornings and two afternoons over the weekend gave the four houses one slot each on the Quidditch Pitch. With Shawn around, there were no more fights over its use.
This morning had been Gryffindor's turn.
The little lions had thought that winning the Quidditch Cup last year meant they could take things a little easier this year.
But their slave driver of a captain, Wood, had gone mad. He had already declared they would defend their title and doubled their hellish training.
He had chased the players out onto the pitch at six that morning and would not even let them go back for lunch. Training had only ended at two, when Slytherin arrived to take over the pitch.
After eating his fill, Harry could not help letting out a burp.
Just then, he heard footsteps approaching from behind. Turning, he saw Shawn coming over