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The feeling of the side of his face squished against the cold and dusty floor was not the feeling you wanted when waking up, but it was the one that Quinn felt when he groggily opened his eyes.
He coughed, dislocating the dust and at the same time inhaling said dust into his mouth.
Quinn immediately sat up but felt a dizzy spell hit him. His ears rang with a continuous buzzing, and the world around him was unstable and out of focus.
The thought of conjuring a mouthful of water to clean his mouth was out of his mind as he struggled to properly assess his situation. The ringing in his ears and the blurry vision didn''t help as Quinn tried to stand up, almost falling back to the floor in his effort.
When he stood up, Quinn wavered to his sides. Like a drunk with alcohol impairing his bnce. Quinn grabbed his head because a headache assaulted him, making the ringing in his ears much more annoying.
All the vtility in his body finally caught up to Quinn, and he stumbled forward, falling to the ground, his hands and forearm supporting his body from makingplete contact with the floor.
He cried out a mighty groan of pain as he turned toy down on his back. Coincidentally, all his wobbling trying to walk caused him to fall just under the tunnel to this room, the sole source of dim light that fell from the Room of Rewards above.
Under the circled of light, Quinn''s chest moved up and down as he stared at the light. Slowly, his mental faculties returned to him, the ringing in his ears subsided, and the world returned to focus. The fading headache finally allowed Quinn to think where he was.
"... The second vault," croaked Quinn, his voice cracking because of a dried-out throat.
Quinn couldn''t recall anything about how he had fallen unconscious. All he could remember was walking in the room, and then he woke up with a nasty case of disorientation. The time between was just like sleep.
''I was so careful this time,'' thought Quinn; he hadn''t taken any hasty steps while exploring the vault. He didn''t even dare to step off the metal disc before he was sure that there was no trap in the chamber.
"But, it still happened... damn it, it still happened." Quinnughed derisively. His light chuckles amplified in the quiet room before falling back into the consuming silence.
Closing his eyes, Quinn decided to check the condition of his body. Several healing-grade diagnostic charms flowed through his body, giving back their result to Quinn. He couldn''t find anything wrong with his body except a concussion. He guessed he hit his head on the floor on his fall.
"Nothing Madam Pomfrey can''t fix," groaned Quinn. "What time is it?" Quinn took out his pocket watch from his robes and saw that there was only an hour before the curfew. He never stayed in the Room of Rewards after curfew because Portrait-Vindictus was an ex-headmaster, and Quinn didn''t want the portrait to snitch on him being out after curfew.
Quinn sat up from hisying position and sighed, "Time to get out of here." He pulled himself up to his feet and looked behind him at the dark vault chamber before raising both his hands to shoot out cords of light of the seize-and-pull spell. A cord each shot out of Quinn''s hands and attached themselves to the tunnel near its entrance.
With a sigh, the spell pulled him up the tunnel. When he got out, Quinn saw the Hogwarts seal reappear on the ce, hiding the tunnel, returning the room to its usual appearance, leaving no clue that there was a tunnel underneath the floor.
Quinn vanished the dust on his clothes and walked to the exit. He pushed the door open and stepped out to nod a greeting towards Portrait-Vindictus, but said nothing and directly left.
He made his way to the Hospital Wing, walking carefully as he still didn''t haveplete control over his coordination and felt a little nauseous.
"Madam Pomfrey," called out Quinn, plopping his butt down on one of the chairs, rubbing his temple to alleviate the headache that had returned.
The Matron turned towards the voice to see Quinn sitting in a chair and was about to turn him away because it was alreadyte, but then she saw the pale look on Quinn, with him showing a pained expression.
She switched to her healer mode and hurried to the patient, "What happened to you." She pulled out her wand and started to cast spells on Quinn, getting a full diagnostics.
"I think it is a concussion," responded Quinn. He said nothing else as Poppy Pomfrey was a professional, and he didn''t need to tell about the spells he cast on himself. ''She just casted more spells than I casted, so she probably already knows.''
The Matron finally stated her diagnostic results, "You have a concussion, and your magic core is surprisingly drained. What were you doing?" She walked away, and when she came back, she had a potion vial in her hand.
"Down this," ordered the Matron, putting the vial in Quinn''s face.
He took it without aint and gulped the awful-tasting potion in a single gulp.
"Yuck," said Quinn, sticking out his tongue in disgust.
"Don''t be a baby," chided the medi-healer. "How are you feeling?"
Quinn exhaled a heavy sigh as he felt the potion doing its work. He already felt so much better. "It is working."
He looked up at Madam Pomfrey and saw the question in her eyes.
"I over-practiced and fainted on the floor." It surprised Quinn when Pomfrey told him about the depleted magical core. He hadn''t checked on his magical core when he was in the vault chamber.
''I didn''t use much magic inside the vault. What the hell inside happened while I was out?!'' wondered Quinn. At least thest time he knew what happened, but this time he had no idea what took ce.
Pomfrey sighed before offering, "Do you want to sleep here today?"
Quinn shook his head and rejected the kind offer, "No, it is alright. I would like to sleep in my own bed." He had no problem sleeping in the Hospital wing, but this year, Quinn felt morefortable inside the dorm because of the Basilisk.
She stared at Quinn for a moment before saying, "Alright, bute back here if you feel off about something."
Quinn put his hands on his knees, propping himself up. The exhaustion was finally settling in. "I will, thank you, Madam Pomfrey."
Poppy Pomfrey saw of Quinn, looking at the tired back of the boy who was usually full of energy.
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The first thing Quinn did when he reached his dormitory room was to take a warm shower. He stayed under the shower tiredly thinking about the events today.
Unlike thest vault, this vault was aplete mystery. There was nothing of note in the underground chamber.
''Or, there is something in that vault, but it is beyond my level.''
Something had happened to Quinn inside that vault, which meant there definitely was something inside that vault. His sudden unconsciousness and depleted magical core were solid proof of a type of magic in there.
Quinn got out of the shower, deep in thought. The next course of action was different.
"I need to visit the vault chamber once again tomorrow," decided Quinn.
As soon as Quinn decided to visit the second vault, a momentary sh of soft blue light illuminated a spot on Quinn''s nape.
The moment the blue appeared on his nape, his eyes blurred for a split second before Quinn spoke.
"Maybe, I will go sometimeter. I don''t have to hurry about the vault. Yes, that sounds great. Slow and steady wins the race." He yawned and looked towards his bed, "I am exhausted. Oh~ the bed looks reallyfortable. I should go to sleep."
He walked towards his bed andid down on it. "Yeah, this feels great~." He curled up and made himselffortable.
With a smile on his face, he closed his eyes and sunk into a pleasant sleep.
Another blue sh flickered on Quinn''s nape before it faded away, leaving behind a sleeping Quinn.
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The entire school gathered on the Quidditch pitch at eleven o''clock on a Saturday. A game was scheduled between Gryffindor and Slytherin. Quidditch in Hogwarts was a big deal, with almost all of the student poption gathering in the stands to watch the game.
The games were such a big deal that the stadium had seats for outsiders to watch the game.
Plus, this game was between Gryffindor and Slytherin, the most bitter rivalry in the history of Hogwarts.
Quinn sat in thementator''s seat, a smile gracing his face. Flitwick had asked him to volunteer for thementator''s job, and he had readily epted the request without even thinking about it.
He turned to look at McGonagall and asked, "Can I start?"
McGonagall looked at her wristwatch and then looked at the stadium seats and nodded, "Yes, the majority of the seats are filled. I think it is alright to start."
Quinn grinned and turned to the microphone and turned it on.
"Ahem, mic check. Pop-pop popsicles, Ice-ice icicles, Test-test testing, one, two, three... ba dum tss."
Quinn watched as his words turned heads all over the stands, and he grinned, "Alright, I can see many heads turning, which means the microphone is working. We are live."
He turned to face McGonagall and waggled his eyebrows. The transfiguration professor just stared at Quinn, but her stern expression spoke loudly.
Quinn turned back to the microphone and started,
"GOOD MORNING, HOGWARTS!"
He grabbed the microphone and continued,
"Wee to Hogwarts Quidditch. I am Quinn West and will be yourmentator for the exciting game today. Before we start, thismentary was brought to you by the A.I.D consultation service. Are you a Hogwarts student? Are you facing a problem? Come to our office on the fifth floor, and we will sort you out. A.I.D is always happy and ready to help."
He could feel McGonagall''s eyes boring into his eyes, but Quinn continued nevertheless.
Quinn looked up at the sky andmented,
"Today seems to be a muggy sort of day with a hint of thunder in the sky, so there are chances it might rain during the game. Rainy day games aren''t good because of low visibility. Let''s hope that it doesn''t rain." He took the chance to give a shout out, "My good friend Luna Lovegood hung Japanese Teru-Teru-bozu dolls that are believed to ward off rain."
"The game today is an exciting one, one with the long-standing rivalry between the houses of Gryffindor and Slytherin. The two houses have pitted against each other on the field of Quidditch for centuries. Vying for supremacy in the sport beloved by all of Hogwarts."
The two teams entered the pitch, and Quinn veered the attention towards the yers.
"The two teams have entered the pitch. Slytherin in green and Gryffindor in red. Both teams look like they are rearing to start the game."
"This game is going to be an exciting one with the Slytherin team riding on Nimbus 2001, the fastest professional brooms on the market. The seven yers each have a Nimbus 2001. Courtesy of Lucius Malfoy, but we can all say that it would have been better if he donated that money to upgrade the brooms that students use in flying sses. I am sure Madam Hooch would have been d to work with some updated equipment, and Madam Pomfrey wouldn''t have to grimace every time she looks at the brooms the students currently use. Believe me, it horrifies her that students ride on those arcane brooms."
There were a lot of ''ayes'' from the stands. Old brooms didn''t inspire motivation in anyone.
"Alright, Slytherin is led by their Captain Marcus Flint. This year, they have the new seeker, the second year, Draco Malfoy. I won''t say that this came to me as a surprise. If you know what I mean. Of course, you all know what I mean."
Quinn stared at the Slytherin team and remarked, "Hmm... an all-male team, huh. Well, that is boring. Let''s move on."
A pink light shed on Quinn''s nape as he grinned,
"Let''s move on to the Gryffindor team. Now, the Gryffindor team is much more interesting. We have the three chasers, Alicia Spi, Angelina Johnson, and Katie Bell. Now, this... this is something we can work with."
"Mr. West!" McGonagall''s shout transmitted into the stands.
"Alright, alright... can I get a heck yeah from the crowd?"
And Quinn did get a chant of heck yeah. A lot of boys yelled out their ''heck yeahs'' quite freely, appreciating Quinn''s effort.
"Moving on, Gryffindor captain Oliver Wood leads the team with tenacity and hard work. Sources say that he is a ferocious ve driver that lives for Quidditch. I have also heard that he has professor McGonagall''s permission and approval to be rough with the teammates."
The back of Quinn''s neck shone red as he proceeded, "I guess professor McGonagall''sst game as a Gryffindor student against Slytherin in which she crashed and burned into the stands, still haunts her dream. I would pay serious money for that memory - Ouch! Who shot me with a pinching hex!"
Laughter boomed across the stands, with Quinn''smentary entertaining everybody.
Quinn rubbed his bum while ring at McGonagall before returning to the microphone, "Next, we have the twins. The Weasley twins rank number one on the Hogwarts twins rankings. I personally like the Patil twins more because they are really diametrically opposite to each other. Returning to the Weasley twins, they have the best coordination as a beater duo, but at the same time, they also have the highest number of fouls of sending the bludger into the stands. So everyone, please look out for stray bludgersing out for your heads."
"Finally, we have the Gryffindor Seeker, Harry Potter. The second, or maybe the third most famous Potter in the castle. It depends on who you ask, but all of us know that professor Potter is the number Potter in the castle," said Quinn while a pink light shed on his nape.
"Now, Harry Potter rides a Nimbus 2000, which is the predecessor to the Slytherin houses'' Nimbus 2001. The key difference between 2000 and 2001 is the top speed; 2001 out speeds 2000 by a tiny margin. But other than that, both versions have the same top eleration, handling, turning radius, and braking capabilities. But, top speed can be a crucial factor for professional level yers, but here, versions 2000 and 2001 wouldn''t be distinguishable on a performance basis."
He looked at the Slytherin team andmented, "But, all seven members of the Slytherin team equipped Nimbus 2001 will give them a great advantage..."
A yellow light shed on Quinn''s nape as he continued, "Damn, I should have opened a betting tab for the game. The money I could''ve earned. Maybe, next time."
"Mr. West, betting has no ce in the honorable sport of Quidditch," berated McGonagall from his back.
"How about if I give good odds to the professors?"
"... How much are you talkin-. I mean, no! It is not allowed!"
"Alright, you know where to find me if you want to get in on the action."
The game was about to start as Madam Hooch descended on the pitch on her broom. And the two teams lined in front of each other.
A roar of cheers overflowed the stadium. Gryffindor, Ravenw, and Hufflepuff were anxious to see Slytherin beaten, but the Slytherins in the crowd made their boos and hisses heard, too.
Madam Hooch, the Quidditch teacher, asked Flint and Wood to shake hands, which they did, giving each other threatening stares and gripping rather harder than was necessary.
The game began when the fourteen yers and one referee rose up the leaden sky.
Quinn also started his in-gamementary,
"Harry Potter has taken the high sky, higher than the rest of the other yers, a standard strategy for snitch hunting."
At that very moment, a heavy ck Bludger came pelting toward Harry, who avoided it with a very slim margin. The crowd sucked in their breaths at the close call.
"Oh boy, that was a close call. That Buldger was about to give Potter an intense love hug. George Weasley streaks towards the bludger, but what is this?! The bludger avoids him and once again rushes towards Potter... Oh! What a close call; that bludger almost took out Potter''s head."
Seeing, this Quinn thought that Dobby was also part of this timeline as the rogue bludger that was continuously targetting Harry Potter was charmed by Dobby to do so.
But, while Quinn was in deep thought, a blue light appeared on his nape, and suddenly Quinn dropped his line of thought about Dobby. ''I will think about Dobbyter. This game is much more fun than thinking about Dobby.''
"Looks like the Gryffindor team has called a time-out. Maybe it is to discuss the bludger that is particrly matey towards their seeker." Quinn continued to diligently providementary.
Quinn looked at the sky and spoke, "Looks like the weather is not on our side. It has started to rain. Please, make sure to cover yourself to avoid getting wet and risk catching a cold."
The Gryffindor team ended their time-out without stopping the match to check out the bludger and continued the game in the increasingly pouring rain.
And, the moment the game continued, the bludger whistled towards Harry Potter like a homing missile. Harry flew expertly, avoiding the bludger narrowly every time.
Finally, Harry had spotted the golden snitch, but while he caught it, the bludger rammed into his shoulder hard. Quinn winced, thinking about the shattered bones.
"Oh boy, that will surely hurt a lotter. Wait... Harry Potter has caught the snitch. The golden seeker has caught the golden snitch! The game is over! Gryffindor, against the clear equipment deficit, has defeated Slytherin and has clinched the victory from their mouths. Oliver Wood and his team have done it. Gryffindor is VICTORIOUS!"
Another sh of blue graced his nape, and Quinn lost all his energy. He sat down on his seat and felt a little tired from all the talking he did.
"This was more tiring than I thought," said Quinn, not knowing that something was happening to him.
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Quinn West - MC - Something is wrong with him.
McGonagall - Quidditch Junkee - Avid Gryffindor supporter.
Harry Potter - Seeker - Busted arm (Lockhart still vanishes his arm)
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