Chapter 46: House Clash
December at Hogwarts. The cold air cut like a frozen blade, but the Quidditch stands were hot enough to break a sweat.
Half an hour before the match, Regulus sat in the Slytherin premium seats, mentally calculating how to recoup the wasted time.
Quidditch — the wizarding world's most popular sport. Twelve people riding broomsticks chasing a handful of balls, a game that could last hours, even days.
Regulus knew the rules and considered it an inefficient form of entertainment: rotten time-to-fun ratio, limited strategic depth, and no small measure of risk.
Broken necks were not exactly novelties in Quidditch history.
He hadn't wanted to come, but Avery had been going on since breakfast: "You have to be there! It's house honor!"
Alex had nodded beside him. Hermes said nothing but tacitly agreed attendance was expected.
For the sake of unity.
Regulus sighed inwardly. In Slytherin, certain occasions really couldn't be missed. So here he sat, wrapped in a heavy cloak.