Whoa! It's the day after I posted part three - and I'm already starting this piece. Tells ya what kinda life I got, lol! ^_^ Anyway, the last part was pretty cool. Maybe this part will be as good or better! I hope so . . . Maybe. I'm kinda tired though. Oh well. Here we go... also, you're in for a wild ride - writers block - yes, again. ~_~ As you can see, I'm getting a little more extravagant with my HTML content. I assure you, this is the result of total insanity on my part and was in no way or form induced by you. Ü Aren't I weird? Hopefully you won't have to see any frames or tables on my fics. HEY! That gives me an idea . . . anyway, happy reading! ^_^
What About Hufflepuff?
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"You?!" Wood said stupidly. I grinned and nodded.
"Well . . . I'ts all right with me. I haven't seen you fly though. Let me ask McGonagall if we can head out to the pitch and see what you can do." Smiling once more, Oliver turned and zipped up toward the staff table. I stared after him, shaking my head.
"Myth!" called a voice from behind. I turned and saw Hermione and Ron jogging towards me. I waved them over.
"We heard! Oliver told us. You think you guys can win?" Ron asked, pulling out a chair on one side of me. I shrugged.
"We can try. Sit down, Hermione." I said, motioning to a chair on my left. She did, and starting shoveling food into her mouth.
"Let me gues . . . Library?" I said. She stopped inhaling and shook her head.
"Hospital wing!" She picked her fork back up and scooped a piece of sausage into her mouth. I grinned.
"Alright . . . we can skip breakfast today. Let's go see Harry!" I said, standing up. Suddenly remembering Oliver, I glanced up at the front table. Oliver had already finished talking to McGonagall, obviously, because he was heading our way. I stopped to let him catch up.
"The Professor said the field was free at two. Is that alright?"
"Fine with me. Is the whole team coming?"
"Yeah, If you're good enough we're going to squeeze in a practice session. Meet you there, okay?"
Leave it to Oliver Wood to schedule a quidditch practice session on a Sunday.
"Yeah, see ya later!" I called, already dashing to catch up with Ron and Hermione. "I'll be there!"
I quicky caught up with Ron and Hermione. Ron in the lead, we burst through the Entrance Hall and turned left into the Hospital Wing. Hermione reached over Ron's shoulder and knocked on the door.
When Madam Pomfrey opened it, she seemed to be in a much better mood than before. She stepped aside to permit us into the room. Harry was lying in his bed, but looked up when he heard our voices. He didn't look too happy.
"Did you guys hear? I'm not to play next Saturday. Gryffindor's out of the running for the Quidditch Cup and the House Cup too, probably."
"You haven't heard our news!" said Hermione, grinning. Harry stared, bewildered.
"Myth is taking your place in the match!" said Ron quickly. I smiled.
"I don't know if we'll win, though. At least we'll have a chance. Wood scheduled a practice at two." I explained.
"Great! Maybe we will win after all! Like you said, at least we have a chance." Harry said, smiling. Hermione and Ron nodded.
We spent the rest of the morning in the Hospital Wing, talking. The Quidditch team stopped by at eleven to say hello, but they soon left. At a quarter to two, I stood up.
"I'd better be getting down to the Quidditch pitch." I said, looking around.
Harry nodded. "Wood's bad about being late. Anyway, have fun, and good luck!" he said. Ron and Hermione stood up, and we walked out into the Entrance Hall.
"I'll be right back, you guys, I'm going to go get my broom." I said, turning to the stair case. Hermione and Ron stared.
"Aren't you a First Year?" Ron asked, bewildered. I laughed openly.
"Kinda tall for a First Year, eh? No, I'm a Third Year, like you guys, I thought you knew that. I switched to Hogwarts from Beauxbatons. I hated it there though. That's the only reason I had to get sorted again, this is my first year here. I had to get a new wand because my old one wouldn't work right here in Hogwarts - the same with Lance's. Aurora's been coming here for years though. Dad just wanted me in Beauxbatons for my first two years. They teach a lot of stuff there."
Ron still looked confused, but Hermione had recovered. I was cutting close on my time, so I turned on my heel and zipped up the stairs to get my broom.
"Myth, glad you're here!" called Oliver from the air above me as I reached the field. I waved.
"Sorry I'm late, we stayed to talk to Harry a bit!" I shouted, clambering onto my broom. I kicked off the ground and began to circle the goals. The Chasers weren't there yet, and Fred and George were practicing their moves.
When Angelina, Kaite, and Alicia arrived, Ron let out the balls for us. Fred, George, and Oliver flew to the ground, leaving me to do my stuff. I flew in circles over the field, searching for the Snitch. Suddenly a flash of gold glittered near George's foot. I dove, leaning low on my broom, my new Firebolt, and streaked after it. A Bludger was pelting my way, forcing me to shift my weight suddenly, dropping into a roll, my dark hair flapping in the slipstream. As the Bludger passed I pulled myself back up and reached out with both hands, holding my broom steady with my knees. The Snitch hadn't moved much, and George hadn't noticed it, and seemed to think I was loco, diving for him. Before he could think to move I had the Snitch and was pulling out of the dive, my toes skimming the grass.
The team quickly realized what I'd done and began applauding genially. Ron and Hermione cheered. I smiled and let the Snitch go - it was wearing out my fingers, trying to keep it captive. I turned to Oliver.
"Am I in?" I asked, grinning.
"You're in, girl. Team, practice!" said Wood. He was also grinning from ear to ear, and his hopes of winning the Cup seemed to have streaked ahead.
The rest of the session passed in a blur. After being caught more than fifteen times repeatedly, the Snitch took to hiding in the wooden crate, and practice ended there. We dove for the ground, Fred and George each fighting a reluctant Bludger and Katie Bell carrying the Quaffle. The rest of the balls were stuffed in and the crate sealed. Wood climbed off his broom.
"Alright. We've got an excellent Resever Seeker lined up. McGonagall said that the match was still on. Be down here Tuesday evening at five for another practice. Let's go, team!" he called, already carrying the ball crate towards the castle. We jogged to catch up and almost ran over Ron and Hermione as they exited the stadium.
"You were great Myth!" Ron cried. Hermione engulfed me in a smothering hug. I pried her off and laughed.
"We're going to win, I know it. And how hard can Hufflepuff be?"
(a/n-the famous last words...not! thh, all you Huffies! ^_^*)
| F.Name | M.Name | L.Name | Age | Height | Hair | Eyes | House |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| Myth | NaDraco | Magic | 13 | 5' 2" | Black | Ice Blue | Gryffindor |
| Lance | James | Magic | 13 | 5' 1" | Blond | Blue | Slytherin |
| Aurora | Ocea | Magic | 15 | 5' 9" | Brown | Hazel | Gryffindor |
| Rainer Jr. | Storm | Magic | 20 | 6' 1" | Black | Ice Blue | Hufflepuff* |
| Rainer Sr. | ??????? | Magic | 13 | 5' 2" | Black | Ice Blue | Gryffindor* |
| Michael | Mito | Storm | 55 | 6'4" | Grey | Blue | Gryffindor* |