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AMAZING QUIDDITCH DUO JOHNSON AND BELL MAKE MAGIC ON THE QUIDDITCH PITCH!
M. A. Jorlkins
For literally years now, strong professional Quidditch fans, have been showing their support to two local heroins. Angelina Johnson and Katherine Bell. Though these girls are not yet in the pro-leagues, they have, on a number of occasions, demonstrated their ability to keep up with the best of the best. The two English girls have made their mark on Quidditch history, simply by playing minor league Quidditch for a total of five years.
"It's sad to see such natural talent go to waste," states Carvelle Greyburn, President of the Eastern Conference of Wizarding Sports. "I've seen my fair share of talented players, and these two young ladies are more than qualified to fly with top players in today's league." Greyburn went on to mention that he is currently in the position of dropping several players from the professional league due to some illegal activities that occured during the Fifty-Third Annual International Wizarding Sports Confederation Banquet, though there are still further inquiries about these activities, Greyburn's answers were limited.
In interviews that were held with close friends and families of these two miraculous young ladies, much was learned. George Weasley, co-owner of the ever growing and ever popular Weasley's Wizard Wheezes with his twin brother Fred Weasley, elaborated happily on his two friends. "Katie was always the quiet one," he said, "sometimes. Angelina was always the in your face kind of girl. She still is. Katie is still a bit quiet, but not as quiet as she was at Hogwarts."
"She always wanted to be like her old man," states Joel E. Johnson, former chaser for Puddlemere United, father of Angelina Johnson. "I don't know why she would want to do that," he jokes casually, but continues on, "but I'm proud of her no matter what she chooses to do in life."
In three weeks, four teams, that will be needing various positions filled, will be having try-outs in Mystic Stadium, located in the very heart of Wales. Quidditch fans from all around are encouraged to appear at the try-outs to support anyone they may know. Tickets are on sale in Flourish and Blotts at Digaon Alley, Tipsy Mae's Tavern located in Warnten Alley, and also on sale in Ministry approved shops. Though suspicions have not yet been confirmed, the word is that the chasers of the year, Angelina Johnson and Katherine Bell, will be in attendance at the try-out. All of England, and most of the world, support the two ambitious young women, and wish the best for
Good luck to you both, we all support you.
Chapter One
Angelina Johnson screamed loudly, barely noting the sweat on her forehead threatening to spill into her eyes. Her face was twisted into one of pain and dispair. Both her hands were closed into tight fists, and she had fistful of her Quidditch robes. "Bloody hell! Make it stop already!" She hissed through clenched teeth.
Seven other stood around her, some of them with their heads bowed or turned away, unable to watch the young woman in her suffering. Six of those around her wore the same black and white Quidditch robes Angelina did, while the last person wore plain white robes, and had her attention focused on Angelina's left leg.
"I can't make it stop of you keep pushing me away, Angie," growled the witch in the plain robes. It was Alicia Spinnet, best healer for sport related injuries. One of th top paid healers in the business. "You really must calm down, or you'll hurt yourself beyond healing, and then where will you be?"
Angelina's face twisted as yet more pain over came her, but she managed to somehow grin bitterly, "I'll be over at your flat every waking moment, pestering you until you can fix this damned leg." This drew a few titters of laughter from her team mates, This included Katherine, or Katie as she was famously known as, Bell.
She admired how well Angelina was taking this. Usually, at pricking her finger and seeing a small trace of blood, she would let out endless wails about her dying and evantually faint. Then again, that was years ago, and they had both matured in many ways.
Angelina was probably biting her tongue by now, trying to keep herself silent as she allowed Alicia inspect her left, and terribly pained, leg. After a silent nod, the young healer pulled out her wand, "Well, you're lucky it's no break or anything serious like that, but the damage is there, I won't lie to you." She tapped Angelina's leg once.
A loud, high pitched yelp escaped Angelina, and her team mates, excluding Katie, winced audibly and looked away. Alicia's expression remained the same as she continued to work on her step sister, "But if you end up hurting this baby again," she tapped her wand against Angelina's leg once more, causing her patient to yelp once more, "I cannot promise you a perfect healing. And if you can't get healed," one last tap, and she backed away from the chaser who was half crazy from the pain, "you won't be able to play Quidditch."
As the pain slowly ebbed away, Angelina was finally able to nod at Alicia's words. It was a few minutes longer before she was able to sit up, and almost an hour later before she walked out of the tent with the rest of her teammates.
"You took that like a real pro," Katie muttered to her friend, rolling her eyes. They headed toward the stadium's locker rooms where they could clean up and get home. Never mind the fact that Angelina dropped from her broom, clutching her leg and crying out, quite literally, bloody murder.
Angelina beamed, "I most certainly did! I still can't believe Wheedlman hammered me with that bludger though, and the official called absolutely nothing!" And so, Angelina was off, recounting the game in perfect detail from begining to end, cursing Luke Wheedlman for hammering one of the bludgers into her left leg.
Katie shook her head, but didn't bother to interrupt. Angelina would wind herself down eventually.
The two young women were last into the changing rooms and the last out as well. Even though they were all cleaned up by the time everyone had wandered off, heading home, the two girls lingered. Angelina's leg was a bit stiff, though completely healed. Katie stayed behind to help her friend when needed, though she knew that Angelina would accept help from no one.
They reached the outside of the stadium, where it was safe to apparate. Katie delivered a weak smile to her friend before she felt that familiar sickening feeling she recieved whenever she apparated. Even though she had been apparating a grand total of five years, she never grew accustomed to the strange sensation that came over her whenever she performed the task. An instant later, she found herself at her home.
As she looked over the grand mannor in which she lived with her parents, she heaved a heavy hearted sigh. "Twenty-two and still living at home with my parents," she muttered, trudging toward the entrance of the extravagant house of Bell.
Upon entering she could hear the beautiful sound of music playing from the gardens, in the back of the house. Her mother and father were having yet another extravagent ball in honor of his many successful years and service to the Ministry of Magic. Katie grinned and shook her head as she entered, making sure not to be seen as she slowly made her way to her room. As usual, she had been unsuccessful.
"Darling!" Mrs. Bell cried out happily as she saw her only child enter the house, "How wonderful it is to see you. I hear your match was yet another blow out, as you kids would call it." Ignoring the fact that her daughter was trying desperately to retreat to her room, Mrs. Bell swooped down on her daughter, and hugged her tightly. "How is Angelina fairing"
"Pretty well, mum," Katie was able to answer, after being released from her mother. "As long as she's careful, she shouldn't have any future problems."
Mrs. Bell nodded, "Well, once you've changed into something more suitable, I want you to come out into the back with all the guests. We've some friends that would love to meet you"
Katie rolled her eyes, but nodded respectfully, "I can't stay long, though. I've got to meet up with my own friends."
Nodding and retreating back to the gardens, Mrs. Bell left Katie to go upstairs and change out of her everyday wear. Katie didn't hesitate to go up to her room. Her bedroom was just as it always was, childish and innocent. A couple of old rag dolls from her childhood rested on the pillows, while two stuffed hippogryffs and three stuffed dragons were placed, decoratively, elsewhere on the bed.
She smiled as she slowly walked into the heart of her room. In her opinion, it was rather pathetic that she kept her room the exact same way since she was nine years old, but then again, she would probably never change it for the world.
After a moment of silence and staring at her room, she changed. and let her hair down. The party was probably a formal one, but that didn't stop Katie from dressing comfortably in clothes that she would more than likely wear to a meeting rather than a party.
"You really aren't the party type, are you?" Stewart Ackerly, next in line for her father's job, questioned with good humour in his voice. His dark hair was slicked back, which made his heart-shaped face seem more gentle in a sense. Stewart had elected not to grow out any facial hair until his mid fourties or so, wanting to look incredibly young for much of his life.
Katie smiled at him as she approached the heart of the party, and gave him a warm welcoming hug, before roughly slapping him on the back. "You weren't at the match today so that you could be here, at my father's party?" She gave him a stern look, feigning anger, when in truth, she felt no hostility toward him whatsoever.
Stewart had tried to avoid her blow, but had failed miserably, "You know your father is notorious for his wonderous parties. I couldn't possibly be late. Besides, we've got some important figure heads here, such as Melvin Jorlkins over there who, by the way, wrote that fabulous article about you and Ms. Johnson."
Rolling her eyes, Katie swatted him over the back once more, though with less force this time, "We both asked him not too, but you can see where that got me."
After a few more exchanges of words between the two friends, Stewart was called away by an elderly couple wishing to discuss ministry issues. For a moment, Katie was alone, looking over the numerous guests and the elegance of the party her parents had thrown, mainly her mother, then the sight of Lee Jordan caught her eye, and she grinned. Shaking her head slightly, she hurried over to him and embrace him in a tight hug and a quick peck on the cheek.
"Wonderful to see you, Lee!" Katie said, grinning brightly. "Though I didn't think anyone outside the ministry would be here tonight." She allowed her blue gaze to once more travel amongst the scores of guests that generally over the age of thirty, with a few exceptions.
Lee grinned and slung an arm over her shoulders, also looking over the many guests, "Yeah, this party is a little--"
"Dull?" Katie supplied helpfully, jabbing him in the side playfully.
Intwining their fingerrs, they laughed and strode through the many guests, conversing when necessary, until finally they found themselves alone, in the thick of the garden.
Katie had parted her lips and drew breath to speak, but she was silent when Lee placed a lone finger to them, a signal for her to just hear him out. Deciding to respect his wishes, she smirked and nodded silently. Lee took a deep breath and grinned at her, "Well, I know we've been a very inconsistant couple ever since we've gotten out of Hogwarts, but you know that I love you." He looked at her curiously, noting her lack of expression, "Right?"
She nodded quickly, and opened her mouth to speak, but Lee shook his head, and indication that he wasn't yet done. Katie had a feeling of what was to come next, but at the same time she had no idea what to expect from Lee Jordan, even after knowing him for all this time.
"Well," he reached into his back pocket and lowered himself onto one knee, "I want to make my love to you known to the world, by having you as my wife."
Instantly, her heart jumped to her throat, and she unable to breathe. Lee produced a small box and opened it with such care, to reveal an engagement ring. Katie couldn't help but stare openly at it, unable to move, or able to properly think.
"Katie-- Katherine Bell," he looked up at her with a hopeful and innocent gaze, "will you marry me?"