When we got there they were in the middle of setting up the field. Our goalposts weren't the best since this was only the second game they had organized but Jessie told us we would be rockin' it Weasley style. With some duct tape and a few bricks we were finally able to get them to stand up...sorta. Then we broke off into two teams. The first game I played Beater. Dad was a Chaser and my cousin Max was our Seeker and helped me out as a second Beater. His two friends were our other Chaser and Keeper. We were down 30-0 when Max caught the Snitch and we won the game.
The second game we switched up positions and I played Chaser. I managed to score 60 points before the other team's Seeker caught the Snitch and we lost 160-60. Then it was time for some cake. As we walked over, Jessie noticed I had a huge scratch on my face where I had caught myself with my broom. "You've got a battle scar," she said, "That's awesome!"
The rest of the weekend was spent mostly hanging out and geocaching and we made sure to check out Jessie's HP-themed geocache entitled "The Portkey." When you find the first box there is an old boot with the coordinates to the next box that takes you where else but to the Quidditch World Cup (aka some nearby soccer fields.) The whole weekend was great and I hope I can play some Quidditch again sometime soon.
Rockin it Weasley style.
I played for Cleansweep Thunder but I was totally jealous of the other team's name.
My dad (guy in black shirt) played great for someone who has never read the books.
After two shortish games we took a break.
And ate some cake.
Dramatically posed to show off my Quidditch injury.