Boring title, boring story. Deliberately vague in many aspects. A game of Quidditch can be exciting, and frustrating at the same time. *Excerpt*: Several fruitless minutes passed and he was getting agitated. He briefly wondered if it had snuck inside someone’s uniform but quickly disregarded the thought as soon as it came up. He didn’t fancy using his Seeker skills that way. The fact remained, however, that the Snitch was currently nowhere to be found.
First Harry Potter fanfiction. A casual evening study session sprouts dormant (perhaps?) feelings in one Harry Potter for one Hermione Granger. But can he handle it well? Excerpt: Oh Merlin, if Voldemort wasn’t out trying to kill him, whatever it was about Hermione that was affecting him so badly would do him in instead.