[Open] : Underground Quidditch
The Ministry had really fucked up this time. All across the paper, the name of those missing were plastered and still no statement was given. Even though he was out of the political circle he could still imagine the running around that must be happening behind the scenes. The shouting and plotting and scrabbles to save the situation in the office his father had once held. He was glad he was out of that scramble for power right now, although he knew exactly how heād clean this up if he were the one in charge. Quickly, make a statement about those who are missing, promising their family that theyād find them, and introduce a whole load of new rules which looked like they were keeping people safe but in reality did nothing more than show that the Ministry cared. Of course if they could find those poor missing people all the better. It was much more fun to come up with these plans from afar though than actually have to bet a career on it.
Finley had a feeling that if he was loosing hope in the Ministry, everyone else must be too. Luckily, it wasnāt his problem anymore. He could focus on other things - like brooms.
Heād never been that much of a quidditch fan. Heād gone to all the games and acted like he cared, even had a box seat heād show up to with his father, but it hadnāt been until heād met Toma and they had started discussing the sale of modified brooms that Finley had really started to show any interest. Now he wasnāt forced to like the game for publicity he actually found he quite enjoyed it. Enough to join an underground Quidditch league.Ā
Today was just a practise. He was using a public pitch just a few streets away from Diagon Alley, much smaller than a standard size, usually where families brought their kids to play. Today it was his test zone. Finley kicked off from the ground on a broom of his own creation - one that would stop the flyer from every falling off. It was time to give it a test ride. He circled the pitch a few times to make sure the broom still did everything it was supposed to before throwing himself off the thing. He had expected to be caught immediately but it took a moment for the broom to register that heād fallen and by the time he caught up he was already close to the ground.
When the charm finally kicked in it just about saved him from crashing into the mud the only thing that had hit the floor being his wrist leaving it bruised and swollen. He cursed under his breath.Ā













