One of your favorite parts of Quidditch was feeling the wind in your hair. When you're up in the air, zooming away fro the Earth, you finally feel free for once. It's a nice day, and you relish in the feeling of the sun hitting your face. But now you've lost your focus, and you feel a sudden hit on your right side. You manage to keep your grip on your broom, fortunately, but you turn your head to see the bludger flying at you again. It hits you again, and you gasp, eyes flying open. You blink a few times, and your dormitory comes into focus. Katie is shoving you, trying to wake you. "Oh good, you're finally awake," Katie said, "You do realize, today is the day of try outs, don't you?" At this news, you flew up out of bed, knocking into Katie. "Ouch, watch where you're going!" She laughed.

"What time is it?" You asked, panicked.

"It's only 7, you still have two hours to get ready!" At this, you relaxed a bit. "You have to make sure you actually eat breakfast, it'll help you," Katie said, gathering the clothes she was going to change into. You nodded at her when she looked up, but you weren't sure you'd be able to keep down much food.

The rest of the morning passed quickly. You showered, gathered your clothes, and went down to breakfast. Katie scolded you when you only ate little nibbles of food. Miraculously, you ate a whole waffle. Of course, Katie's glaring at you helped quite a bit. When only a few minutes were left before try-outs, you were so nervous you could feel your heart beating. Thump, thump, thump, thump… "C'mon, we ought to get going," Katie said, jumping up from the table, "Oliver doesn't like to be kept waiting," She laughed a bit. You were too nervous to speak, so you just gave her a nod, showing you understood. The walk to the pitch was silent, but it was not uncomfortable. Katie must have known how you were feeling.

It was a beautiful day out. Only a few stray clouds in the sky. It wasn't too hot, or too cold. Just the perfect weather for Quidditch, you thought. "There they are!" Katie said, pointing to Oliver, who was surrounded by the team. Those who were trying out were sitting in the stands. "You should go sit by them," Katie whispered, going to join her teammates. You stepped into the stands, sitting next to two identical read heads.

"Hi, I'm Fred, and this is George!" One of them whispered. We're going to be beaters, so if that's the position you want, you'd better clear out!" He smirked at you.

You rolled your eyes at him, "I'm Madison. I'm going to be a chaser, so you'd better be able to keep that bludger away from me," You told him.

"We'll see about that," He said.

Before you could reply, Oliver called for all of your attention. "Hello, I'm Oliver Wood. Today we're looking for two beaters and one chaser," He paused to let disappointed seekers walk away. "Before we start, I'd like to go over our team rules. If you don't like them, you mind as well leave before you put yourself through these try-outs. We don't have many rules, but of course we need some," He paused to look over the people in the stands. "Number one," He said, "Practices are mandatory. If you cannot come, you must give me a note at least one day prior explaining why it is impossible for you to show up. If it is because you earned a detention, I'll have to make you do extra laps at the next practice. If you're going to commit to us, you better show good behavior in school". "Next, there will be no putting down of other teammates. I don't care what you see on the pitch; a loss will not be one person's fault. We are a team, we win together and lose together". "We also ask that you try to play through small injuries. I know, it's not convenient. But it's also not convenient when we're one player down. I assume you all know the rule, there are no substitutions. If you're out, we're down a man". "Lastly, there will be no dating of anyone else on the team".

"Why?" You blurted out.

You could see Katie smirk behind Oliver, and next to you Fred muttered, "I told you she wants me," While elbowing his twin.

"Well, Madison," He said, ignoring your rude interruption. "We don't want feelings getting in the way of our winning, do we? He said, putting a hand over his eyes to shield them from the blinding sun. You looked down, not replying to his comment, and avoiding Katie's stare from below. "All right, first off, potential chasers will try-out," He said, and you felt yourself tense. "Madison, you're trying out for chaser, correct?" Your stomach felt like it was doing flips. You nodded at him. "Right, you'll go first," You stood up, trying not to show your fear.

"Good luck," Fred said, when you turned to look at him, he winked. You ignored this, walking down to the pitch.

When you arrived, Katie whispered, "This is better, you won't have to watch your competition, you can leave right when you're finished," You nodded.

"All right, Madison. Let's see, are you best at scoring, passing, or blocking?" He asked.

"Scoring," You replied without thinking. You were actually much better at passing, but you wanted to try to get one past Oliver!

"Let's see just how good you are!" He said smiling.

You both got on your brooms, flying up to the goal posts. He took his position guarding the goal, and you gripped the quaffle in your hand. He nodded at you, signaling he was ready. This is it, you thought. You faked shooting for the right post, and he fell for it, leaving the middle post wide open. You sent the quaffle flying through, to cheers from the crowd. Oliver smiled, but said, "Now I know your trick. You won't get it past me again,"

"I'm up for the challenge," You smirked. This time, you used no fake out tactic. You made it obvious you were going for the left post, and because of your last goal, Oliver didn't budge until it was too late. The quaffle went flying through again.

"All right, I get it. You're good at scoring. How about you take a lap, for embarrassing the keeper, eh?" He said.

"Is this part of the try-out?" You asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yes. I'd like to see how cooperative you are. Plus, we need to know if you're fast, we'll be timing you," He paused, "Go."

You didn't need to be told again. Zooming around the perimeter of the pitch was not a punishment. You loved it. When you got back, you asked, "Can I go again?"

Oliver laughed and said, "No, I think I've seen enough. You can go now," He then proceeded to go see who was next. Disappointed, you flew back down to the ground, next to Katie.

"That was the shortest try-out I've ever seen!" She exclaimed to you.

"Does that mean I was bad?" You asked nervously.

"No, you were brilliant!" Katie smiled. "Why don't you get out of here, I'm sure you have some homework to get to," She laughed.

"As a matter of fact… I do!" I'll see you later," You smiled, turning around to walk away.

Try-outs went great!

Please review... It would make my day :)