Author's Note: I know that this story will be a little slow to get to the part that we're all waiting for...Oliver Wood, but just bare with me. Especially, if you're a kid at heart and love the absurdity of The Parent Trap. Also, I know that I've been having sparse updates between other stories, but they will get done. I just have been having a bit of trouble with inspiration lately. If anyone has any ideas how to get it back, then feel free to message me with them!
Chapter One: Holyhead Quidditch Camp for Girls
Tegan smiled up at the big banner that read, "Holyhead Quidditch Camp for Girls." She had been waiting to go to this camp for four years. She finally was old enough and her father, a famous Quidditch star, had signed her up to go.
"Bloody amazing," she whispered when another girl bumped into her.
"Oh quite sorry," the blonde said as she moved forward. Tegan smiled, "Not a problem. Actually have you been here before?"
"Yes, this is my second year. My name is Shannon Pucey," the blonde responded extending her hand.
"Tegan," she answered, shaking hands with the other girl, "This is my first time here. I just turned ten this January."
"Well let's go over to the sign-in table and see where you'll be sorted," Shannon directed and gestured for the younger girl should follow her.
"Last name?" A young witch asked.
"Wood," Tegan answered her smiling as she twirled her strawberry-blonde hair around a finger.
"Tegan Wood, daughter of Oliver Wood, you'll be in the Puddlemere tent of course," she told Tegan and Shannon exclaimed that she was in that tent too.
The girls grabbed their things and went running toward the blue and gold tent emblazoned with Puddlemere's crest. Tegan would recognize it anywhere having grown-up with her father. She had been to more Puddlemere matches in her ten years than she could count.
"I can't believe you're Oliver Wood's daughter! You must know all the players then! My godfather plays for them. Blaise Zabini, he's a Chaser!" Shannon jabbered in excitement.
"Oh yeah, Uncle Blaise, he comes over to team dinners a lot. My dad's the Captain you know so the whole team has meetings at our home all the time. My dad's my favourite of course, but Uncle Draco is brilliant too. If I didn't think Keeper was the best position on the team, then I'd be a Seeker," she chatted back, glad to already have made a friend.
Shannon told her that she was a Chaser and Reserve Beater having already been assigned positions the previous year.
"You'll get a position that you'll play in the matches and a Reserve position just in case someone is injured or we rotate for that match. There's ten girls to a tent so we try to be fair," Shannon explained. Tegan smiled. She just knew she would get Keeper. Her father and grandfather spent four years working with her. She already knew how to fly and block the goal posts.
"So you're eleven, does that mean that you went to Hogwarts last year?"
"No, my birthday is September seventeenth so I wasn't old enough to go last year." She didn't seem to mind that she did not go. Tegan couldn't wait until she went, but had to wait another year.
"Well I'm glad we met here. Maybe when I get to go next year, then we'll get sorted together." Tegan began to unpack her trunk. She pulled out various Quidditch gear. Her dad had bought her equipment for every position knowing that she wasn't designate one yet.
"What the bloody hell?" Logan Adams shouted as she tried to navigate her way to her tent. She had been sorted as a Harpy.
"Hey there! Did you need help?" An ebony-haired girl from the Harpies tent called out to her.
"Sure," Logan answered and was relieved to finally have help. Her mother had bought her every piece of Quidditch equipment any player would need and told her to donate to the camp what she didn't need. She hoped all she would need was some Seeker's gloves and her broom. Ever since her mother took her to her first Quidditch match when she was two, all Logan wanted to be was a Seeker.
"Quidditch parents?" The girl asked.
"She's something like that," Logan answered as she gladly relieved herself of some of the gear.
"I've been around the camp since I was five. I can always tell when someone has Quidditch parents. They always buy them everything so they're prepared to play any position, but they only end up needing gear for two," the girl explained as she carried a bunch of stuff for Logan back to the tent.
"I'm Logan Adams, and yeah my mum is a reporter for Quidditch Weekly and used to be on the Reserves for the Arrows. She was a Chaser before I was born," Logan introduced herself to the girl.
The girl smiled, dropped the gear inside the tent, and held her hand out to be shook, "Rhonwen Jones."
"So how have you been here since you were five? I thought this camp was only for girls ten to thirteen," Logan asked curiously.
"My mum's Gwenog Jones. She's been running the camp for the last five years. She stopped playing when my younger brother was born," Rhonwen answered.
"Oh that's brilliant," Logan said as she looked for a cot and wardrobe to claim. Rhonwen noticed what she was doing and pointed to a set in the back. "The one on the right is mine. Take the one on the left." Logan smiled and kicked her stuff back to the cot.
"So what are you hoping to play?" she asked as she wiped some of her strawberry-blonde hair out of her face. She was just stuffing all her gear under her cot along with her trunk.
"Well I'm hoping I'm a Chaser like me mum. She's been training me for it since birth. I think she's training my brother now too. I don't care what Reserve I get. I'm just glad I get to play," she responded.
"Reserve?" Logan asked.
"Aye, part of the camp set-up is ten girls to a tent which is a team. The counselor of your tent will post who is actually playing a match the night before it. We rotate so that everyone gets a chance to play in as many matches as possible. Also, if anyone gets hurt during the match there's enough people to play whatever position they were."
"When do we find out what we're assigned?"
"We'll have scrimmage trials tomorrow after breakfast. Today is all the formal stuff."
"Alright ladies, time to get up, head to the dining tent for breakfast, and then trials begin. Leave your gear here. It'll be brought to the pitches for you," Madam Atley, the Puddlemere counselor, announced.
Tegan was up and getting dressed into her camp gear within seconds of being woken.
She pulled off her blue pyjamas and pulled on the camp's Puddlemere trousers and t-shirt. They had her last name on the back and Shannon had told her the night before that they would magically gain a number and position when they were assigned. It was odd for Tegan to see Holyhead written on anything that also said Puddlemere United, but it was. The t-shirt was blue with gold writing, on the left sleeve it said, 'Holyhead Quidditch Camp for Girls' with the camp's logo, and the front was Puddlemere's crest.
"Odd shirts," she had told Shannon the night previous.
They walked as tent huddles from their team tents to the dining tent. Shannon and Tegan chattered as they lined up to enter it. Tegan watched as girls from other teams made way into the tent as well. She saw yellow and black t-shirts and trousers to denote Wasps.
"So what do we get for breakfast?"
"Well we sit at our table and the food comes from elves. My friends all say it's like Hogwarts," Shannon explained.
"Wicked," Tegan said as they went to the round table with the Puddlemere cloth on it. Tegan took a seat next to Shannon and a dark-skinned girl from their tent.
"Good morning girls," Gwenog Jones announced from the front of the tent, "I hope you slept well last night. Now I know that we have thirty-three new witches joining us. The after-breakfast trials will be held for all of you. The rest of you should report to the pitches to play in the scrimmages. Live-play is the best way to determine the best position for each new girl. All of you that have extra gear, it'll be dispersed to those that need it after your positions are determined unless your parents requested otherwise. Alright, enjoy breakfast, and see you on the pitches."
After her speech, the bowls filled with porridge, some plates filled with ham and others fruit. Tegan plucked two bananas from a plate, cut them, and put them on her porridge. She found some sugar and put a spoonful in as well.
"You nervous?" Shannon asked.
"Nah, my da and I have been playing since I was old enough to stand. I'll be disappointed if I don't make Keeper, but it's still wicked getting to play at all," Tegan replied.
"Good attitude," the girl on her right commented, "Hi, I'm Paris, by the way."
"Pleasure to meet you. Tegan Wood." She introduced herself.
"Merlin! Are you related to Oliver Wood?" Paris asked.
Tegan nodded, "He's my da."
"I'm sure you're going to hate this, but your dad is so fit. Your mum's a lucky bird."
"I don't have a mum," Tegan said and both Shannon and Paris looked at her bewildered, "Well I suppose I had one but my da never talks about her. They split after I was born and he doesn't talk about her." She sighed as she said it because she was sure her mother was out there. Tegan wished she could have met her. It was lonely without a mother.
Logan was enjoying bananas and sugar in her porridge when Rhonny (the nickname Rhonwen suggested she use) asked her about her mother.
"Oh, Brynne Adams, she writes a lot of stories about the Harpies actually," Logan answered after swallowing a slice of banana whole.
"Oh yeah, I know of her. She wrote an article about me mum when she retired. Something about big shoes to fill," Rhonny giggled. Logan could tell that she was proud to be Gwenog's daughter.
"So who has positions here already?" Logan asked her table.
A hazel-eyed brunette piped up first, "Nicole Davies, I'm a Chaser."
Logan listened as six more girls told her about themselves and what they played. Christine Finnegan, Chrissy for short, was a blonde Keeper (Reserve Beater). Kristina Jordan was a black girl who was called KJ just to get away from confusion between her and Chrissy. She was a Beater and Reserve Seeker. Samantha Corner, Sam, had auburn hair and was the other Beater and a Reserve Chaser. Cassandra (Cas) Preece, another blonde and Chaser (Reserve Seeker). The last two girls were also Chasers, but Allie (the brunette) was a Reserve Seeker while Edme (of Chinese descent) was a Reserve Keeper.
"So that leaves Rhonny, Bailey and I for trials," Logan deduced. A funny gong-like noise rang out around the camp.
"Trials!" Rhonny practically squealed. Logan jumped up from her seat and almost toppled over someone in a Puddlemere t-shirt. She stopped, apologized, and watched as the girl was pulled up by another wearing Puddlemere. The fallen girl said no harm done and wandered off with her tentmates.
"Puddlemere, Tutshill, Wigtown, and Wimbourne you're at Pitch Two! Appleby, Ballycastle, Caerphilly, and Chudley you're at Pitch Three! Falmouth, Holyhead, Kenmare, Montrose, and Portree you're at Pitch One!" Someone was using a sonorus charm to announce what teams were at each pitch. Logan followed Rhonny to the first pitch. Pitch One was out near the eastern border of the camp.
"Girls, listen up!" Madam Nickleby, the Harpies tent counselor, began speaking, "This is what is going to happen: each girl will play each position in a scrimmage against another team. This takes all day so we'll break for lunch, but you'll know what you are by lights out tonight. Here at Pitch One the first match will be us versus Falmouth. Adams, Jones, and Warrington, this match you will all be Chasers and then the following matches you'll rotate through everything else."