#kitsune things

The snitch had made its appearance 37 minutes in the game. At that point, Kira’s hair was dripping wet and her whole body cold, and weren’t she so focused on trying to catch the snitch, she would probably be shivering. It was pouring down on the whole field, so powerfully it was hard to distinguish the sound of the rain from the cheering crowd and the commentary as the little moving figures beneath Kira buzzed around. Both she and Allison flew through the clouds, way higher than Kira ever thought she would ever be, always feeling more comfortable on the ground. She had her goggles on, but her vision was still not very good. She just knew she had to catch the glowing gold sphere fluttering around like a hummingbird.  

                Being raised between the muggle and the magical world was a weird sometimes, particularly in certain situations. She had grown up watching and playing more muggle sports than magical ones, and she knew most would be postponed were they in the weather she was right now. But not quidditch. The Earth could be opening beneath them, and they would probably still play. Kira couldn’t help but feel uneasy. This felt dangerous, even if she wasn’t scared of thunder. There was a reason it was advised to stay inside during a thunderstorm… still, she didn’t complain. She had to focus. Her team was counting on her. This game could be riding on her for all she knew; it probably was.

                The two seekers kept zigzagging through the open sky, both failing again and again in catching the naughty ball, neither paying mind to the occasional thundering, so close it was almost deafening. However, Kira was finding herself surprised at her agility. She had just become really good at flying and quidditch one day, and she was almost on-par with Allison, who Kira was sure was way more athletic than her. It was amazing, and it kept shocking her every time. She didn’t know where this ability had come from, but she could hardly complain.

                The chase went on, making Kira grunt softly a few times in frustration whenever she was close to catching the snitch and it would make a sharp turn and get away, or when Allison would get in the way and try to make her fall off her broom, or—and she was a little embarrassed of this one—a lightning would be so close to them it would make her jump and stop on her tracks allowing the golden ball to get away. Lightning seemed to be falling closer and closer to them, or maybe the snitch was making them fly too close, but… she had to catch it. 150 points. She thought of her team, and of Scott telling her she would do awesome. She strengthened her grip on her broom, a determined twinkle in her look. She wiped the drops of rain on her goggles before accelerating, never taking her eyes off the snitch. The fluttering ball kept her chasing it on its tail until it decided to take sharp turn… upwards. Kira didn’t doubt it for a second and did the same, following it, even though the sky kept roaring to the point Kira didn’t know if she could hear anymore. She kept flying up, the rain crashing against her face but never wearing down her will. She went up, up, the air got colder, up, up, her hand reached out to the snitch, up, up, and she was about to touch it…

                Then the loudest bang she had ever heard in her life came, and pure light blinded her for a second.

A lightning.

A lightning struck her. But… there was no pain. She didn’t feel anything. She didn’t black out. It happened in a second, and when she opened her eyes, Kira gasped. Her hands were practically two glowing balls and jolts of electricity sparked from them, “What…?” She tried to say only to find out she couldn’t hear herself. She couldn’t hear anything. Then, she felt something warm and liquid coming out of her ears, sliding down her neck.