Chapter Nine
November entered bringing cold winds, temperatures, and snow. I opened my curtains to reveal a thick layer of fluffy white snow, not yet touched. Clouds covered the sky, grey and large.
I pulled my hair back into a messy bun. Slowly, I slipped on jeans and a shirt as I watched my brothers gently shove each other out of the picture. I grabbed my new black soccer sweatshirt and pulled it over my head. I swiped the hood down and straightened the sweatshirt before walking downstairs. Austin and Luke were sitting on the beige couch, eyes glued to the screen as they played video games. Emily's red hair was in pigtails as she sprawled out on the floor, playing with her dolls.
The door to the garage closed, and Mr. Riley soon came in whistling. His hair looked wet with snow and he had a thick winter jacket on.
"Well, Lily," he said, smiling, "it's a good thing you're playing indoors at Blaine today."
I nodded, my eyes wandering outside. The Quidditch games would start soon; hopefully Gryffindor will take the lead.
The indoor field was huge and warm, and the fake grass made the ball go farther and move faster.
The opposing team wore green and silver jersey's, which immediately made me think of Slytherin.
The whistle blew, signaling the teams to go out on the field.
I took my position as right forward.
Then there was the kick off...
We all raced in to try and capture the ball. Cich, who was on my team, was bringing the ball up the left side, but it was taken after she was shoved roughly off her feet.
After ten minutes of fighting for the ball, we scored. Cich had corner kicked it, and Farr, our center, had kicked it in.
They started the kickoff, and the game continued.
There was a flash of blinding white light, screams echoed through the stadium. People were running- jets of red light that reminded me of stunners; and suddenly I was falling- slowly, gracefully falling.
AN: From here on, I have considered multiple different endings. I might just add different new stories for multiple endings. Tell me what you think. Would you like me to make different endings?