Professor McGonagall wasn't kidding when she said Potter could fly, I couldn't help but think, seeing the small boy fly through the air. He certainly had a natural grace about it, even if his turns were a little edged. But we could fix that easy.
I yelled a greeting to him and asked him to come down. He landed not to far from me, a large smile plastered on his face. I knew that look well; it was the look all Quidditch players wore when they hopped on their broom for the first time in a practice. This kid could go far.
I explained the rules to him and he seemed to catch on quickly. We didn't play with the real Snitch, seeing as it was hard enough to see on a well conditioned day. Imagine it at night!
Watching his, I knew one thing without a doubt, with him on the team: it would always be a quick game, not over a few hours at most. The kid had an eye for spotting the Snitch, which was surprising considering he seemed to need strong glasses, but no matter.
I was overjoyed at his skill, he was every captains dream Seeker, small, light, fasted, and could spot the sneaky little Snitch. There was no doubt in my mind that we could win the Quidditch Cup. I hated having to face the Slytherins the next day after an embarrassing win. McGonagall thought it was hard to look Snape in the eye after a loss, try Flint! It's hard enough to look at his ugly face on a normal day, but when he has a gloating smirk, that's worse.
But this year, I knew I wouldn't have to see that smug smirk, because I'd be the one that had something to gloat about. I just knew it.