Chapter 1
The clock was ticking agonizingly slow. Terry Boot kept glancing at his own watch, not trusting the clock in Professor Umbridge's classroom. He hadn't read a word of the textbook, and was itching to take out his wand and practice a few spells. He didn't know if Harry Potter or Umbridge was right about the whole you-Know-Who thing, but lately he was inclined to believe Harry, simply because he hated their teacher so much. Terry glanced sideways at his best friend Anthony, who was busy vandalizing his copy of Defensive Magical Theory with his quill.
"Let's not have any wandering eyes," Umbridge called out. "Focus on your reading." Terry glanced up to see her looking at him, and he hastily returned to staring blankly at his book. After what seemed like several more hours, the bell rang. Most of the students jumped up immediately and raced out, but Terry, being half asleep had to force himself back into wakefulness, dump his books back in his back and stump out of the room with Anthony.
They headed down to dinner in the Great Hall, allowing themselves to be shunted along the corridors. On the second floor Anthony bade Terry goodbye and slipped away to Charms Club.
Terry made his solitary way down the rest of the castle and to the Ravenclaw table. He grabbed a sandwich off the nearest silver platter and glanced around. Michael corner was sitting a few seats away, tucking so enthusiastically into a bowl of soup that he was splashing his neighbors. Roger Davies was sulking a little ways along the table, glaring at Cho Chang, who was gazing over at the Gryffindor table, looking troubled. After a moment, Roger got up and left, glancing back at Cho once or twice. Several other Ravenclaws leaped up when they saw him leaving and followed quickly. Terry wondered why for a moment, but shrugged it off and continued eating.
After dinner, Terry was sloping back up to Ravenclaw tower, so bored that he was actually counting the steps on the staircase he was climbing when he bumped into someone. Looking up, he saw it was— he fished his brain for her name but couldn't think of it. She had curly red hair and he knew she was friends with Cho, but had no idea who she was. This is going to bug me all day. He thought.
"Hi. Sorry." He said automatically. The girl straightened her robes and glared at him. Terry bit his lip, trying to think of what to say. "Ummm…where's Cho?" He finally asked. The girl sniffed.
"She ditched me, like, and hour ago for those stupid Quidditch tryouts. No one really cares about Quidditch. I mean, we're in sixth year, it's getting a little old, right?" She looked expectantly at him, but Terry had stopped listening after the word 'tryouts'. Of course! He knew he'd forgotten something! Trials were today! That's why a bunch of people followed Roger when he left the table!
"Yeah, that's great but I—" He was already halfway down the corridor before he finished his sentence.
Once he reached the top of Revenclaw tower, Terry skidded to a halt, facing the door knocker. "Go! Come one, ask me the question!"
"Who founded Gringott's wizard bank?" Terry was surprised at the rather easy question. Usually he stood there for minutes, wishing they just had a simple password like the other houses.
"A Goblin named Gringott." He replied. The door swung open and he hurtled through it. He leaped over a couch that a seventh year was actually lying down on and dashed past Mandy Brocklehurst and Lisa Turpin, who waved at him. Taking the stairs two at a time, Terry shoved his way into the dormitory. Anthony was still at Charms, so it was empty except for Michael Corner, who had spread out his homework over the entire floor. Terry dove for his trunk, scattering Michael's papers everywhere. He grabbed his Nimbus, the model just before the Nimbus 2000 and dashed back to the common room. Once he landed on the thick midnight carpet, Terry began to sprint full out, but then he caught sight of Chambers and Bradley, who had just walked through the door.
"Just made the team!" Bradley called out loudly. There was a smattering of applause and a few people slapped them on the back. Terry felt a rush of anger at himself. Of course Bradley made it. He had been trying out since his first year, and he had gotten really good. Now, finally, in his sixth year he had made it. Terry didn't know Chambers too well, except that he was in fourth year, and unbelievably dull for a Ravenclaw. Terry also knew he played Chaser. And of course, Captain Davies would be the third Chaser. Terry threw his broom down angrily, lifted a first year out of a nearby armchair and flopped down, scowling.
Author's Note: Sorry this Chapter's a little short. I'm just getting the story going. It'll get longer and more interesting.