Hello again! It is moi! the fantastical girl who can't seem to finish a story. Anyway, here's a new one. R/R please!

Kleine Nixe

Wronski Faint

Hermione Granger not a good flyer. In fact, it was well known that she hated flying, and very much preferred Muggle modes of transportation. Yet here she was, at the tryouts for the Chudley Cannons, the only quidditch team she knew of, thanks to Ron's obsession with it. The only person who knew of this was Albus Dumbledore, the Headmaster of Hogwarts, simply because it was he who had put the glamour charms on her and given the Chudley Cannons a good recommendation. Of course, she was now Sonia Milek, a relative to Albus. This was also her name on her resume.

She had been told by Albus to try for the seeker position, because she was light and petite, the perfect size. Her new appearance was cropped dull brown hair, which she was very sad to see go, as the charm needed the correct hair length for it to be convincing if the charm wore out before she could reapply it. Her eyes, which had been a soft chocolate malt colour, were now striking deep blue, much like a cloudless winter night's sky.

Another part of the glamour charm was to redirect people's attention from her if they had met or known her as Hermione Granger. The process used was very similar to the one that the Quidditch World Cup gathering used to keep muggles away, although it was targeted to a slightly smaller group.

Hermione looked around her and took in her surroundings. She was basically a shoe-in for Seeker, thanks to Albus. All she had to do was go to the formal tryouts. She noticed another young girl, about her age, with a nametag that said "Beater". The girl, although tall and muscular, looked quite nervous and kept shifting from one foot to the other. Hermione imagined that she must look so very scrawny compared to real quidditch players.

She also noticed the weather, after all, who couldn't, it was pouring. It was a handy thing that she knew her spells, because it seemed as if they would be sorely needed if the weather continued on in a similar fashion. She repeated the incantation "Impervius", once more straightened her goggles, then stepped up to the team captain. She was up.

Hermione swallowed her already digested breakfast as the captain ordered Hermione to mount her broom. She did so with a flicker of fear in her eyes. It was so quick that she thought no one noticed it.

Hermione glanced down at the captain, a handsome man, about 25. Hermione looked at his mouth, trying to discern his words. She only caught the last part of his sentence, "Wronski Feint."

'What was a Wronski Feint? Hermione tried desperately to think back on her conversations with Harry and Ron. 'Now how does it go? Viktor did it at the games, I must remember. I pretend to catch the snitch, I think, and then swerve up…I hope I do this right.'

Hermione guided the broomstick up a fair few feet higher, then hurtled down towards the bottom of the pitch at break-neck speed.

She was calculating the distance from when she should pull up when she saw a glint of gold flickering to her right.

'The snitch? What's going on?'

Hermione pulled out of the feint and followed the snitch. Faster and faster it flew, always just a heartbeat ahead. Hermione's fears had almost left her in the adrenaline rush of the chase. Her head thumped, the beating increased as she extended her right hand to the snitch, stretched it till the arm felt as though it would rip, when the snitch changed its course to the ground.

All she could hear was the rain thrumming at her head, all the blood thumping in her ears. She didn't hear the girl with the Beater nametag scream; she didn't see the captain jump onto his broom. She didn't even feel her hand slipping off the broom as she lost her balance, instinctively clutching the stick of wood with her slippery feet as the liters of water unmercifully beat down upon her. All she knew was that the golden glint had gone out, she had caught it, and as her triumphant cheer turned into a scream she saw nothing but pure white nothingness as she fell from her cloud.