Arnold Bittleby
I guess I have to be here
Sun Jul 6, 2014 12:09

Arnold rolled over in bed and stared at the wall, debating whether or not he wanted to get up. He couldn’t shake the heavy feeling in his gut no matter how much he willed himself to be cheerful. Today he was supposed to be waking up with a jittery nervousness over the first Quidditch match of the year, not whatever this was. Groaning, he finally forced himself to stand up.

See, now that wasn’t so bad was it?

The real challenge would be getting himself to go to the Quidditch pitch to watch his teammates… well, former teammates… play against Aquila. It would be hard to watch everyone fly around while he sat in the stands. But, on the other hand, he might be beaten senseless by Emily if he missed the game. According to her, he could still possibly get a spot on the team as a reserve, though he highly doubted it. Who wanted to be a reserve anyways?

It would be better than this, wouldn’t it?

Arnold let out another sigh of frustration. Yes, being any part of the team would be better than nothing, but he was still bitter over losing his Seeker spot to Linden. Sure, he liked Linden and was sure she was talented, but he couldn’t shake that last bit of resentment for the first year. So what if he had forgotten to sign up for tryouts? Did that automatically make him an ineligible player?

After pulling on some robes, Arnold stomped out of his room without even bothering to see what he looked like. His hair was probably ruffled in several different directions, but he was past the point of caring. Though he had been walking with heated purpose, Arnold faltered when he reached the pitch. This wasn’t going to be easy, so he might as well just get it over with.

Suddenly, he heard the whistle that signaled that the match had begun. He sprinted the rest of the way to the stands without a second thought. Straining to breathe against the cold, he coughed a few times to help catch his breath. As soon as he was situated, he tried to take in as much of the game as possible.

As usual, Emily had taken possession of the Quaffle early and was making what they called her “suicide run” towards the Aquila goals. Rolling his eyes, he shouted “PASS EMILY” as loud as he could. Of course, she didn’t. Though she didn’t get slammed by a Bludger as he was expecting, she did get the Quaffle taken away from her by an Aquila player.

He clapped for the effort Emily had put in, and watched the Quaffle make its way towards the other side of the pitch. Seth ungracefully dodged a Bludger, and luckily came away unscathed. Now that his adrenaline had worn down and the excitement of the first play was over, his gnawing feeling of disappointment had come trickling back. Not wanting to get consumed by those feelings again, Arnold forced himself to focus on the game.

Just find the Snitch, Arnold, he said to himself. His usual method of self-coaching calmed him down a bit, and his trained eyes scanned the pitch, searching for his prize.

From the stands, he had a much wider view of the pitch, so he was able to cover large expanses of air at once. After several minutes of squinting and straining, he thought he saw a flash of gold. Excitedly, he jumped out of his seat without even thinking, but quickly sat down again when he realized there was no reason to be doing so. Had Linden seen the Snitch yet? Had the Aquila Seeker? Heart beating in his chest, he tried to keep his eyes on the Snitch. But just as quickly as it had appeared, it was gone.

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