A Bend In Time

With only a few minutes left until eleven o'clock, both teams emerge as the very stands shake from the loud roars. In emerald robes, Slytherin emerges from the south end, while from the north end, the Gryffindors come out in crimson robes. The shouting of excitement grew as Rowan dully wondered if she should consider casting Muffailto onto herself to cancel the loud screams in her ears.

Madam Hooch walks out onto the field as the stands go quiet as she nods to both teams "Now, I want a nice fair game, all of you." Madam Hooch emphatically said as she eyes the Slytherin team as they innocently glance away.

"Alright, Captain's shake hands," Madam Hooch said as a tall, thin boy from the Gryffindor side steps, while rather short spiky-haired girl steps up from the Slytherin side. Both sides glare at each as sparks nearly emerge as they clench their hands together as painfully as possible. "Alright, now that's enough," Madam Hooch snapped as the two captains stiffly let go.

Madam Hooch moves to the side to the cases on the ground. A thick locked box eagerly seems to shake as Madam Hooch carefully undo's the lock and moves aside at the last second as two black Bludgers zoom into the air. With a wave of her wand, the next case opened to reveal a red leather-covered ball, the Quaffle and tosses it high into the air as it very slowly begins to fall back down.

Everyone goes silent as Madam Hooch says, "Mount your brooms, please." As the last case is unlocked, a tiny golden round sphere with wings zooms out and vanishes. Madam Hooch instantly blows her silver whistle as 15 brooms rise into the air signaling the start of the game.

Slytherin and Gryffindor Quidditch players split up as the seekers scatter, while the keepers hastily move to protect the three hoop goals. Each side's three chasers head for the Quaffle in hopes of scoring a point through one of the three hoops on their rivals' side. While the two Beaters do their best to smash the Bludgers towards the rival team members.

Wilkes surprisingly is the announcer for the game as he says, "And the Quaffle has been taken by the Slytherin Captain Nott. Quite the nice gal to if I say so myself." Captain Nott glared at Wilkes but doesn't have time to give him a rude gesture as she passed the ball to an open teammate to only have it swiped by one of the Gryffindor chasers.

"And Gryffindor has the ball-," Wilkes said as Gryffindor accidentally elbows one of the close Slytherin players as Madam Hooch whistle blows. "Oh, it looks like it's a foul for Team Gryffindor for Cobbing. Penalty for Gryffindor!" Slytherin cheers as Gryffindor boos the call as the Slytherin Captain is handed the Quaffle.

"Slytherin Captain Nott like a mermaid dives through and passes the Quaffle," which earned Wilkes a warning glare from Captain Nott. "Oh, no it looks like Captain Nott is in trouble!" Wilkes winced as bludger slams into Captain Nott, but not before Captain Nott successfully passes the Quaffle. "But not to worry, Captain Nott is a bit bruised, but still all right."

"Young heading forward stopped by a bludger from beater Weves from Gryffindor. An excellent play may I add," Wilkes honestly commented which earned him various glares from the Slytherin side.

"Young passes and Johnson is now in possession," Wilkes excitedly said. "The field is open as Johnson heads forward and pulls up! Johnson successfully dodges the bludger from beater Weves and still heading forward! Gryffindor Keeper Wright moves to intercept, but Johnson feints-," Wilkes shrieks. "- SLYTHERIN SCORES!" Slytherin goes wild as Gryffindor g.r.o.a.n.e.d at the first goal.

Rowan idly glances away to gaze at the rest of the arena to suddenly pause and backtrack. She narrows her eyes as from the edge of the Gryffindor side four figures can be sneaking away towards Hogwarts. Rowan sneakily glances around and seeing that everyone's else eyes are on the Quidditch match. Certain the coast is clear; she easily leaps off the stands on the ground and winces a bit at the impact on her knees. With ease, she runs past the edge of the stands as the trees provide an excellent visual blockage of her.

Making her way back towards Hogwarts, Rowan finds three boys whispering fiercely towards each other at the edge of the tree line. "What are you guys doing?" Rowan pointedly said.

Sirius glances up and innocently says, "Nothing, Rowan. Why are you asking?"

Rowan glances over the faces of them as Pettigrew raises his nose up in the air as Lupin openly avoids meeting her eyes. "Is that so?" Rowan grimaced as she raised an eyebrow in disbelief. "Then where's James?"

All of three of them glance at each other as Sirius says, "Well, I guess you could we are just taking a breather. Would you believe me if I told you that James needed to visit the restroom?"

"No," Rowan drily replied.

"Told you," Lupin said with a sigh. "James went to Filch's office to drop off a dung bomb."

Rowan almost slaps her face in exasperation. "The four of you really didn't think this through, did you?"

"Why?" Pettigrew exclaimed. "It's a brilliant idea and it's going to work!"

"That's exactly the problem," Rowan growled. "Filch never attends Quidditch matches and always stays inside his office!"

Everyone's faces blanch as Pettigrew weakly says, "Uh-oh."

"Yes, uh-oh is correct," Rowan snapped.

"We have to stop him," Sirius exclaimed.

"Just wait here, I'll go get him," Rowan tiredly said.

"Seriously?" Pettigrew said in disbelief.

"If I don't go, there is no telling what other mischiefs, the three of you will get into," Rowan matter-of-factly stated.

"Aw, you really like us," Sirius ruefully said with a matching grin.

Rowan rolls her eyes at them and makes a rude gesture at them, before hurrying up the steps into Hogwarts. "Do you think she'll be fine?" Lupin idly replied as they watch Rowan vanish into Hogwarts.

"Probably," Sirius replied as he shrugged and glanced at Lupin. "Want to go back to watch the match?"

"Sounds good," Lupin shamelessly chimed back as Pettigrew sputtered in shock. "Besides I'm sure they'll be fine," Lupin added.

"Aren't we going to wait for them?" Pettigrew protested.

"No, we'll only serve to draw attention to them," Lupin countered.

"Exactly, what Lupin said," Sirius smartly concluded.

Pettigrew lamely slouches and says, "Oh." Either way, the three boys returned to the match as the shouts and boo's fill the air. And before the three of them knew it, they had gotten so involved in the match that they wouldn't recall their original purpose until the match had finally ended.