Chapter One
The Quidditch Banquet
"Harry! Wake up! Harry!" a voice said. "Wah?!? What are you doing?" "Harry, today's the day! The day of the selection!" the voice spoke again. "Oh, yeah!" Harry said, quickly jumping out of bed and putting on his Chudley Cannon quidditch robes. Last summer, Harry had been signed to the Cannons (much to the great excitement of Ron, his best friend who loves the Cannons) and, after an outstanding rookie year, was one of the front runners to be named as starting seeker for the England quidditch team this fall for the forthcoming quidditch world cup. The ceremony was tonight, but the entire quidditch league was invited to attend a banquet, which included the leagues from Wales, Scotland, and Ireland, as well as an expected visit from the Swedish Head of Magical Games and Sports, Nicklas Eyrdsonn. Sweden was hosting the quidditch world cup this year, and Sweden was also expected to be one of the top contenders in the cup. The voice that had woken him was that of Oliver Wood, who, after a very serious accident with the Puddlemere United team, was transferred to the Cannons as well. Oliver was on the line of making the national team, but Harry was pushing for him all the way. Oliver and Harry talked on and on about the cup, and finally, at half past twelve, Apparated to the banquet hall in London.
Upon arrival, they were greeted by several members of the Magical Games and Sports department, and then took a seat in the hall. The speech by Eyrdsonn was very dull and boring, but they sat it out and could hardly wait until the food was served. With one last word and a swish of his wand, Eyrdsonn served the food and was off. Harry quickly went and sat next to an Irish Games and Sports Department member he knew from school, Seamus Finnigan. Seamus was sitting with the entire Irish league quidditch teams, whom he had been eagerly awaiting to meet ever since he first saw them at the quidditch cup when he was in school. After a few drinks and a short lunch, Seamus announced that the Irish team had to leave, because they had there own selection in Dublin in a few hours. Harry bid them farewell, and spent the remaining time in a heated conversation with Oliver over the two newest broomstick that were on the market, the Heaven's Angel and the Pride 206, and which one was better. -
The Quidditch Banquet
"Harry! Wake up! Harry!" a voice said. "Wah?!? What are you doing?" "Harry, today's the day! The day of the selection!" the voice spoke again. "Oh, yeah!" Harry said, quickly jumping out of bed and putting on his Chudley Cannon quidditch robes. Last summer, Harry had been signed to the Cannons (much to the great excitement of Ron, his best friend who loves the Cannons) and, after an outstanding rookie year, was one of the front runners to be named as starting seeker for the England quidditch team this fall for the forthcoming quidditch world cup. The ceremony was tonight, but the entire quidditch league was invited to attend a banquet, which included the leagues from Wales, Scotland, and Ireland, as well as an expected visit from the Swedish Head of Magical Games and Sports, Nicklas Eyrdsonn. Sweden was hosting the quidditch world cup this year, and Sweden was also expected to be one of the top contenders in the cup. The voice that had woken him was that of Oliver Wood, who, after a very serious accident with the Puddlemere United team, was transferred to the Cannons as well. Oliver was on the line of making the national team, but Harry was pushing for him all the way. Oliver and Harry talked on and on about the cup, and finally, at half past twelve, Apparated to the banquet hall in London.
Upon arrival, they were greeted by several members of the Magical Games and Sports department, and then took a seat in the hall. The speech by Eyrdsonn was very dull and boring, but they sat it out and could hardly wait until the food was served. With one last word and a swish of his wand, Eyrdsonn served the food and was off. Harry quickly went and sat next to an Irish Games and Sports Department member he knew from school, Seamus Finnigan. Seamus was sitting with the entire Irish league quidditch teams, whom he had been eagerly awaiting to meet ever since he first saw them at the quidditch cup when he was in school. After a few drinks and a short lunch, Seamus announced that the Irish team had to leave, because they had there own selection in Dublin in a few hours. Harry bid them farewell, and spent the remaining time in a heated conversation with Oliver over the two newest broomstick that were on the market, the Heaven's Angel and the Pride 206, and which one was better. -