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Chapter 7
A few days later, Fred and I walked down to the Quidditch Pitch for our training session. Ange has been so annoying lately. She freaked at Harry for not being able to go to our tryouts. It wasn't even his fault! He had a stupid detention from Umbridge. I wonder what she had him do. After his detention his hand was bleeding. I really don't believe him but whatever.
When we got to the changing room, George and Alicia were already there. I immediately went to my locker and grabbed my robes. I was halfway changed when Harry and Ron came into the changing room.
"All right, Ron?" said George, winking at him.
"Yeah," said Ron.
"Ready to show us all up, Ickle Prefect?" said Fred, emerging tousle-haired from the heck of his Quidditch robes, a slightly malicious grin on his face.
"Shut up," said Ron, stony-faced, pulling on his own team robes for the first time.
"Okay everyone," said Angelina, entering from the Captain's office, already changed. "Let's get to it; Alicia and Fred if you can just bring the ball crate out for us. Oh, and there are a couple of people out there watching but I want you to just ignore them, all right?"
Fred and I shared looks as he and Alicia grabbed the ball crate. I walked out with Angelina, George, Harry, and Ron. I looked at the stands and saw the Slytherin Quidditch team, who was yelling at us from the stands. I rolled my eyes at their immaturity.
"What's that Weasley's riding?" Draco Malfoy called. "Why would anyone put a flying charm on a moldy old log like that?"
Crabbe, Goyle, and Pansy Parkinson guffawed and shrieked with laughter. I watched as Ron mounted his broom and kicked off from the ground and Harry followed him, watching Ron's ears turn red from behind. Fred and I joined them in the air as did the rest of the team.
"Ignore them," Harry told Ron.
"Exactly the attitude I want, Harry," Ange said approvingly, soaring around them with the Quaffle under her arm and slowing to hover in front of us. "Okay everyone, we're going to start with some passes just to warm up, the whole team please—"
"Hey, Johnson, what's with that hairstyle anyway?" shrieked Pansy Parkinson from below. "Why would anyone want to look like they've got worms coming out of their head?"
Angelina swept her braided hair out of her face and sa id calmly, "Spread out, then, and lets see what we can do."
We all spread apart. Angelina raised the Quaffle with one hand and threw it hard to Fred, who passed to George, who passed to Harry, who passed to Ron, who dropped it.
The slytherins, led by Malfoy, roared and screamed with laugheter. Ron, who had pelted toward the ground to catch the Quaffle before it landed, pulled out of the dive untidly, so that he slipped sideways on his broom and returned to palyuing height, blushing.
"Pass it on Ron," called Angelina, as though nothing had happened.
Ron threw the Quaffle to Alicia, who passed back to Harry, who passed to George…
"Hey, Potter, how's your scar feeling?" Called Malfoy. "Sure you don't need to lie-down? It must be, what, a whole week since you were in the hospital wing, that''s a record for you, isn't it?"
Fred passed to Angeline; she reverse passed to Harry, who had not been expecting it, but c aught it in the very tips of his fingers and passed it quickly to Ron, who lunged for it and missed by inches.
"Come on now, Ron," said Angelina crossly, as Ron dived for the ground again, chasing the Quaffle. "Pay attention."
It would have been hard to say whether Ron's face or the Quaffle was a deeper scarlet when he returned again to playing height. Malfoy and the rest of the Slytherin team were howling with laugheter.
On his third attempt, Ron caught the Quaffle; perhaps out of relief he passed it on so enthusically that it soared straight through my outstretched hands and hit me hard in the face. My hands flew to my face.
"Sorry!" Ron groaned, zooming forward to see wheter he had done any damage.
"Get back in position, she's fine!" barked Angelina. "But as you're passing to a teammate, do try not to knock her off her broom, won't you? We've got bludgers for that!"
My nose was bleeding, like I suspected. Down below the Slytherins were stmaing their feet and jeering. Fred and George came to me.
"Here, take this," Fred told me, handing me something small and purple from out of his pocket. "It'll clear up in no time."
"All right," called Angelina. "Fred, George, go and get your bats and a bludger; Ron get up to the goalposts, Harry, relase the Snitch when I say so. We're going to aim for Ron's goal, obviously."
Most of the rest of practice went by somewhat quickly. For some reason, my bloody nose wouldn't stop bleeding.
"And Katie, cant you do something about that nosebleed?" Angelina shouted.
"It's just getting worse!" I shouted back, attempting to stem the flow with my sleeve.
I glanced over at Fred, who was looking anxious and checking his pockets. Then I saw him pull out something purple again, examine it for a second and then look at me, evidently horrorstruck. Oh god, what did he do now? He better not have made it worse or else I'll kill him.
"Well let's try again," said Angelina. She was ignoring the Slytherins, who had now set up a chant of "Gryffindors are losers, Gryffindor are losers," but there was a certain rigidity about her seat on the broom nevertheless.
Three minutes later, I started to feel dizzy and nauseous. I saw Angelina, Fred, and George all flying towards me.
"She needs the hospital wing," said Angelina.
"We'll take her," said Fred. "She—er—might have swallowed a Blood Blisterpod by mistake—"
"Well, there's no point continuing with no Beaters and a Chaser gone," said Angelina glumly, as Fred and George supported me as we flew towards the castle.
We landed a few minutes later. Fred picked me up.
"George I've got it from here. You can go change," Fred told him as he began to walk briskly. I felt ready to pass out at this point.
"Fred," I managed to say.
"Shh…we're almost there Katie. We're almost there," Fred said quietly. I could hear the fear in his voice.
That's when everything went black.
AN: Thanks so much for the reviews! Sorry It's been so long. Anyways I just got back from the beach and I have really bad sunburn, so I'll probably start on the next chapter soon. Anyways I hope you enjoyed the chapter. I don't own most of the chapter because I copied it out of the book and changed a little bit of it. I just felt this part was important. Anyways read and review!
