Quidditch: it's just football but played 10ft in the air

Sirius bursted out of the Potion’s laboratory taking a long breath of fresh air now that his torture had finally come to a close. Double potions, probably one of the most dreadful pairing of words imaginable. He literally felt as if he was going to collapse with all the fumes and utter dullness of the class. Fortunately, he now had lunch to look forward to which always promised a good time with friends, and of course letters from home or at least the new issue of the Daily Prophet. Tossing his book bag over his shoulder he strode up the stairs and into the entrance hall where he spotted a crowd of students pushing their way into the Great Hall. Sirius found himself trailing behind a bulky student who was charging past the others, creating his own path into the chambers despite a multitude of angered glances shot in his direction.

Once inside, Sirius headed straight over to the far edge of the Gryffindor table, where he and a boy called James had sat since the start of the year. Sirius didn't know James well but on their first night at Hogwarts, the two boys had stayed up till late talking to each other. Sirius hopped onto the bench, giving James a nod before piling his plate high with whatever looked good. Knowing that a holiday was quickly approaching, and the days were starting to get better he couldn’t wait to get back onto one of the old school brooms and practice a little. After all, if he ever wanted to make the team next year he’d have to make sure he was well practiced.

Several owls fluttered in and Sirius spotted his as it abruptly dropped the prophet onto his plate causing Sirius to grimace. It’d taken a disliking to him after he forgot to feed him one day but knowing his owl, Fang would probably forgive him. Brushing some scrambled eggs off of the newspaper he opened it, glancing at the sports section for a moment. “Heh, Chudley Cannons lose again, not surprising.” He remarked, setting the paper down. For a moment he wondered, was James that big of a Quidditch fan? He had never asked his fellow Gryffindor and being a fellow purebloods, Sirius was sure he had a favourite Quidditch team.  “Hey James, just curious, what team do you support? I support the Tutshill Tornados." Sirius said, before taking up his glass of water.