Well, here's my fourth chapter. I was seriously thinking about quitting this whole thing, but I went to my Traffic site and I freaked out when I saw I had 130 VIEWS! And, what kind of person would I be if I left 130 readers without knowing what's happening next? Here it goes! :)

Cody's POV

Why hadn't we tried for the Quidditch team last year? Oh, right. McGonagall's punishment. Luckily, that year we didn't have our toad race idea, so we grabbed our brooms and headed to the Quidditch stadium.

I couldn't believe it'd already been two weeks since we arrived on the train. Nothing had really happened: two long weeks, where we would just go to our lessons, write essays and have fun in our breaks. The next important event: On saturday next week, we were going to Hogsmeade for the first time. Everyone was really excited, and almost everyone in our grade had received money from their parents so they could buy whatever they felt like on Saturday. I myself had thought of buying at Honeydukes and Zonko's.

"Wow!" Noah exclaimed when he saw Courtney's broom "You got a Silver Arrow?"

"Yeah. Oh, golly! A Firebolt?"

Noah nodded proudly, "My father brought it for me as a birthday present."

"I have a Tinderblast!" I exclaimed.

"I just have old Nimbus 2020," Gwen said.

"That's the latest model, right?" I asked.

"Yeah. My mom says plain old Nimbus is the best broomstickk you could have."

When we arrived to the stadium we could see there were some second, fourth and fifth graders and Trent, and the capitain, which was a sixth grader called Michael Footrain.

"Welcome everyone to the Ravenclaw Quidditch trials," he said "I tell you: being in the team last year doesn't certify you'll be this years. First of all, divide yourselves in seekers, keepers, beaters and chasers."

We were around twelve kids there, and there were only seven positions in the team, six excluding the already chosen capitain. I myself wanted to be a seeker, which I thought would be quite impossible, but I had found out during the summer I was pretty good when I praticed with my brothers and my dad.

I could see to my own dismay Trent, saying he was also hoping to become a seeker. I had no possibilities whatsoever against him, but I would not quit. Meanwhile, Noah and Courtney went for chasers, while Gwen went for beater.

"Gwen," I said "Do you think you will...survive?"

"Sure," she said "I always play this muggle sport with my cousins, which is called baseball. It's pretty much the same thing."

After all, there were two seekers, three beaters, three keepers and four chasers. Knowing Michael was the keeper, the three aspirants to this position quitted.

"Okay, we will proceed to the beaters trials. You three beaters will fly with your brooms and a bat while I liberate one bludger. The two first to hit it three times will be in the team."

Gwen caught a bat and her Nimbus, and so did a second-grader named Anthony Fitzpatrick and a fourth-grader called Helen Ibbotson.

Everyone cheered when Gwen hit the first. Then, Anthony hit. Then, Gwen again. And just after, Helen did, and yet another time. After her, Anthony hit it again. They were all tied, until Helen hit it another time.

"Helen Ibbotson, you're in the team," Michael announced "Now, it's Anthony and Gwendaline."

"Come on, Gwen, you can do it!" I cheered as highly as my voice allowed me.

But she was too focused in her game. She flied as quickly as she could to the bludger, with Anthony just behind her, but ultimately...

"YEEEAH!" I screamed.

Gwen struck the bludger with such an energy it flew down to the grass pitch, while Anthony watched the whole scene in amazement.

"Gwendaline Kree, you're in the team," Michael said "Please sit down with Helen and wait until the trials are over."

Gwen grinned and sat in the bench with Helen.

"Now it's the chaser trials," Michael said "You will, one by one, fly around the pitch for five minutes with the quaffle. The three scoring the highest number of points will be in the team."

I could see Gwen grinning and thumbing-up at Noah and Courtney, and I decided to do the same.

First one up was a fifth grader called Colin Kane. He was quite good. He finally scored eighty points.

Then it was Noah. He was awesome as a chaser, he ultimately scored one hundred and twenty points, while Courtney was close enough, scoring one hundred and ten points.

The last one was a sixth grader called Oscar Lathe. He looked athletic and musculous, or, in other words, a good player. I could recall him being in the team last year. I was shocked to see he only scored one hundred points.

"Courtney Davis, Noah Canterbury and Oscar Lathe, you're in the team," Michael said dryly "Please go sit with our two beaters."

I could see all my friends had qualified for the team. But what about me? I would have to play against Trent, who was far more athletic than myself. Man, I was so doomed. Not only because I would not qualify for the team, but I would show everyone (or, most important, Gwen) Trent was better than me.

"You will have to seek the golden snitch," Michael explained "The first one to catch the snitch will be our seeker."

I hopped in my Tinderblast, while Trent only had a Dustcleaner. Ha. Lame old broom!

Michael liberated the snitch, and I could see my friends grinning and giving me winks and thumbs-up.

"Good luck, man," Trent said, smiling.

"Huh," I grumped.

I quickly started flying around, seeking the golden snitch. Trent was looking for it as well. I caught a glimpse of something shining behind the Gryffindor tower, and so I set flight behind it.

At first, Trent was confused, but then followed me. It was for nothing, since when I arrived the snitch had already left. Now it was flying around the teacher tower. I flew there, and I stretched my hand to grab it. It was inches away...and so I felt the cold gold of the ball in my hand. In that very second, I started falling down my broom, which I still grabbed a hold of. I tried to jump on it again, and finally managed to set flight again, to which all my teammates whooped and cheered.

I reached the land where my friends cheered. Noah high fived me, and Courtney and Gwen hugged me.

"You did it Cody!" Gwen cheered.

"I...I think so," I laughed.

"Cody Ellen, you're in," Michael said.

Trent landed slowly, crestfallen. And, great. Gwen went and cheered him up.

"You've been great," she said.

"Really?" Trent asked.

"Sure!"

He smiled, but then left the stadium.

"Okay, trainings are on tuesdays and thursdays from six to half past seven. Trainings start in two weeks."

I wondered why he was so dry to us, but it didn't stop me grinning furiously. I was in the team, and I had proved I was better than Trent!