It's a Rough Game Quidditch

RATED M

Disclaimer: Quidditch and some characters are not mine, only a few characters are mine.

A/N: So, there aren't much stories about Quidditch, so I made this. Go ahead. Read.

Chapter One

United States Quidditch Team is in Dangerous Waters

by Rita Skeeter

News has spread of some controversial news involving the United States of America's Quidditch Team. Investigative Reporter for the Daily Prophet has sat down for an interview with Captain Gioni Frederli (pronounced Fray-der-lay, oddly).

Rita Skeeter: So, what's this on firing your coach, Leeland Fredrick?
Gioni Frederli: We came in last last season, and the only person he refused to blame was himself.

RS: Was it hard, firing the man who had worked with you for seven years?
GF: We're glad to be rid of him.

RS: Who are you going to replace him with? Is the position still open?

GF: We've decided to try and take the road without someone screaming down our throats.

RS: So, you're saying...

GF: We're not taking a coach this year.

RS: Isn't that illegal?! I mean, in the Quidditch rules?

GF: We've looked it up. In 1964, the Irish Team had no coach and they came in third. We think we can match it, or do better.

RS: Sounds like a plan. Rumors have also been flying around concerning your substitute policy. Explain.

GF: Since we've dumped the coach, we're also going to try to stick to being just the team. We're not using substitutes. We looked it up, and as long as a team starts with all seven players, it can end with only one still in the game.

RS: Wow. You guys are really pushing it. Tell me, who are your starters--er--players?

GF: Well, I'm a Chaser, of course, along with my good pal Robert Greene and a killer young player Debbie Montz. The Seeker is my dear old friend Mary Singleton, and our two new Beaters are Brandon Lee and Fred Smith. That just leaves Cuyler Sloan as the Keeper.

RS: Wow! Are you expecting any threatening teams this year?

GF: We're down to the top nine teams now, and the only teams that scare us are Bulgaria and England, especially with Ireland out of the picture now.

RS: Sounds bold.

GF: Not really.

RS: Well, that is all we have time for. Thank you very much, Mr. Frederli (Free-der-lee).

GF: It's Frederli (Fray-der-lay). You're Welcome.

Who's to say what's coming next from this amazing team. I'm Rita Skeeter, catch you next time.

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Gioni Frederli sat in his apartment, reading the interview in his small apartment. They had definitely added some words in his mouth, but at least it wasn't that far off.

"Shit," he muttered. "This is going make Greene laugh his ass off." Gioni folded the paper and sat it down on the kitchen table, using his wand to brew some coffee. The first game of the season was on Saturday. United States versus England at the United States International Field. This game would make or break the team.

Gioni heard a pop oustide his door and then rapid knocking. Opening the door, he was greeted by Mary Singleton and Debbie Montz, the only girls on his team. They walked into his sitting room like they owned the place. They had chose the furniture and accessories, after all.

"We saw your interview Gioni," Debbie teased, flopping onto his couch. She was fresh out of school, but she had a fire in her soul on the pitch.

"Yeah, it was basically gag me with a spoon material," Mary scoffed. "Like, 'Oh, Rita, we're soooo scared of Bulgaria and England, but we think we crushed Ireland, and oh, by the way, we're going coachless.' Please, Frederli." Mary, on the other hand, was fast with wit, but her soul was far too serious.

"Well, ladies, how about we call up the guys and get some practice in," Gioni suggested, grabbing Mary from behind by the hips. They had grown up together, Gioni, Mary, and the other Chaser, Robert Greene, but Gioni and Mary refused to admit to being a couple.

"If you never do that again." Mary slapped his hands away, turning her wand at him.

"Fine, geez."

"Guys, feeling like a third wheel here," Debbie interupted. "Let's go!" She pulled them out of the apartment and they apparated to the other players houses before going to the practice pitch. All night, Gioni had the upcoming game in his mind. There were 18 games before the Cup, and he wasn't going to mess it up.

A/N: There you have it, first corny chapter over with. I hope you enjoyed. This isn't as good as In the Days... yet, but I'm working on it. RnR, Concrit, Pass the Word.