"No, Dean! Don't throw the Quaffle to Seamus! You have to throw it to Ginny!" Harry yelled as he held onto his broom in the air.
It was the second practise of the year, and Dean Tomas still hasn't gotten used to the rules yet.
"Yes, but Ginny was behind Katie! Seamus was open!" Dean yelled back and Harry let out a exasperated sigh.
"I got that, Dean! But you can't throw the Quaffle to a Beater and make them score! They are supposed to hit away the Quaffle!" Harry yelled and Dean glared at him.
Harry watched as he bolted down to the ground and walked away swiftly, still carrying his broom. Harry sighed and looked at the other players.
"Practise is over! I'll see you next Friday!" Harry yelled and flew down to the ground.
He was tired of Dean acting so full of himself. Harry wasn't sure if he should let him join the team, as he had a sort of grudge against him. Harry assumed it was because he was dating his ex- girlfriend, but he really didn't care. He had thought they had gotten over that now that it was their Eighth year, well, technically their Seventh, but almost every student chose to re- do their Seventh, and Harry, Ron and Hermione had missed their Seventh.
Harry grabbed his planning book and started to walk away, when he felt Ginny grab his hand.
"Your to hard on them, you know that, right?" She asked and Harry looked at her.
"Ginny, I just want to make sure he actually gets the bloody rules! He obviously doesn't!" Harry said with exasperation and Ginny chuckled.
"Don't laugh at me! I'm serious!" Harry said, blushing.
Ginny rolled her eyes. "Right. Want to go get some Breakfast, now?" She asked and Harry shrugged.
"Sure." He said, not wanting to argue, and the two of them departed to the Great Hall.
Harry had made sure the team got up bright and early for their practise, even before Breakfast. As Harry walked into the Great Hall, he saw Ron and Hermione sitting at the Gryffindor table, laughing as they ate. Harry slid in next to Ron.
"Why went you at practise?" He asked firmly and Ron looked surprised for a second before grinning at Harry.
"Sorry, mate. Long night. Want some Pumpkin Juice?" He asked and handed Harry a goblet.
Harry pushed it away.
"Ron, I don't care of you had a 'Long night.'. We sort of need you at practise, as your our only Keeper." Harry said and Ron frowned.
"It was only one practise, mate-" Ron started, but Harry cut him off.
"I don't care. Were going to win this year, okay?" He asked and got up then walked off quickly.
"He's just a little uptight." Harry heard Ginny say as he left.
Harry snorted at that. Of course he was uptight! It was Quidditch! He really wanted to win this year! But he couldn't do that if his team members decide to not show up for practise. And they needed to win since it was against Slytherin. Harry ran his fingers through his hair, stressfully, and rounded and corner, accidentally bumping into a body. Harry fell hard on the ground, his back crashing against the stone.
"Oh! Sorry, Harry!" A mystical voice said and Harry looked up to see Luna, wearing a light purple dress with radish earrings.
Harry sighed and got up. "It's okay, Luna. Where are you off to?" Harry asked politely, but sort of not caring, as he wanted to get up to the Common room and get some more sleep.
Luna looked around, said she was looking for somebody.
"Rolf Scamander. He's a Hufflepuff. We were going to meet by the Ravenclaw common room, but I can't find him. Have you seen him?" Luna looked at Harry curiously and Harry shook his head.
He didn't know a 'Rolf.'. And he didn't talk to Hufflepuff's that much.
"No, Luna, I haven't. Sorry." Harry said and Luna smiled at him.
"That's okay." She said and looked around the air curiously, probably looking at Nargles or Wackspurts, or something.
"What did you get Hermione for her birthday?" Luna asked, looking at Harry again.
Harry was confused for a second, then he realized it was Hermione's birthday on September the Nineteenth! It was September the Fifteenth! How could he forget?! Harry ran his hand through his hair and let out an angry sigh. He completely forgot, and he didn't have a present.
But there was a Hogsemeade trip tomorrow. Maybe he could get something nice for her there.
"You forgot, didn't you?" Luna asked, raising her eyebrows and Harry nodded.
Luna shrugged. "Well, it's not like she would be mad. She is your best friend, after all. Maybe you could make her a card, or something." Luna smiled at Harry before she walked away, singing to herself.
A card? A bloody card?! Hermione wouldn't really fancy a card, as she was a Muggle- born and probably had a million. And her parents were still sending her cards... Harry sighed and walked to the Gryffindor common room.
Hopefully he would find some spare change in the bottom of his trunk, because he couldn't get to Gringotts at all.