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Chapter 7 Natural Flyer
Albus, Rose, and Lucy walked towards the group of other first years waiting for their final flying lesson to start.
"I thought James and Fred were joking," Lucy moaned.
Rose and Albus looked towards where Lucy's eyes were and saw James and Fred sitting on grass I good distance away. They turned away as they heard Mr. Wood's voice.
"All right now. Listen up. You lot are doing really well. I'm pleased. Now, I want you to pair up and practice tossing this ball to each other while in the air. It'll give you great practice for balance," Mr. Wood said.
Lucy waved goodbye to Albus and Rose had walked over to her partner she had the last lesson. Rose and Albus got on their broom and flew into the air.
"Got the ball?" Rose asked.
Albus shook his head.
"No, I thought you did," he said.
They looked down and found Mr. Wood looking up at them.
"Albus! Rose! Forgetting something?" Mr. Wood asked.
"Sorry, Mr. Wood! I'll come right down and get it," Albus said.
"Why don't you try catching it?" Mr. Wood suggested.
"Um… okay," Albus said, not really understanding what was going on.
Mr. Wood threw the golf ball up into the air. Rose gasped as Albus lifted up his hand. Before she knew it, Albus was laughing, looking down at the ball in her hand.
"Albus!" Rose smiled, surprised that he had caught it.
"Well, done, Albus," Mr. Wood said.
Oliver soon found himself tossing up balls as students dropped them. The only person that came close to catching a ball was Scorpius Malfoy. Albus, much to Wood's delight, had caught his ball for the second time when he dropped it. James and Fred came running up to Albus, Rose, and Lucy after the lesson was over.
"That was some catch, Al," Fred said.
"Thanks," Albus smiled.
"You weren't that bad either, Rose," James said.
Rose turned and gave him an evil stare.
"Not that bad? I didn't drop that ball even once," Rose snapped.
This was true. Albus was the one that dropped the ball while Rose tossed it at him. Lucy looked down, feeling awful. James and Fred knew better not to say anything to her. She had only managed to catch the golf ball once.
"I'm only joking," James said.
Rose crossed her arms and turned.
"A little too often I'd say," she muttered.
"Anyway, you should tryout for Seeker next year, Albus. You should go for Keeper, Rose," Fred said.
"We'll think about it," Rose retorted, clearly still angry.
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The next morning, Rose's attitude seemed to lighten some, but not all the way. Albus and Lucy were scared to even talk to her in fear of her snapping at them. Albus and Rose gave each other nervous looks as Fred and James sat opposite them at the table for breakfast.
"So…" James began.
"So what?" Rose asked, not even bothering to look up at them.
Albus looked up and found the owls entering the Great Hall to deliver the mail.
"Are you two going to try out?" Fred asked.
"Oh… I don't know," Rose sighed.
"Oh, come on," James said.
Albus gasped as Gwen landed of top of the table in front of him. His breakfast ruined. The owl dropped the letter that was in her beak in Albus's hand. Rose, Lucy, Fred, and James all turned to look at him. Albus smiled and let Gwen playfully bite his finger. She soon grew bored and let.
"Who's it from," Lucy asked.
Albus looked down at the addresser and smiled.
"It's from my friend, Joe," he said.
They then let him read the letter in private, though Rose seemed to by itching to learn more.
Albus,
It's the funniest thing. I was thinking about writing to you, but I didn't have an address. Then all of a sudden, I see your owl outside the window. I let her in and fed her some food you had left. Anyway, how's everything going? I don't even know how this is going to get to you, but I'm sure your owl does. Things here are good, but different without you. I hope you can visit. Send me letter back if you get this so I know you got it.
Joe
Albus smiled and folded the letter as Fred and James had started talking about Quidditch tryouts again.
"Uncle Ron would love it if he knew his daughter was trying out for the position he was in when he played," Fred said.
Rose sighed as she played with her food.
"Mum wouldn't like it much though," she admitted.
"Are you kidding? Aunt Hermione loves watching you play at home," James said.
She took a bite of her eggs and looked up at them.
"Exactly. She knows I'm safe playing with you," Rose said.
Albus and Lucy laughed as Fred and James rolled their eyes.
"We're going to make you try out one way or the other," James said.
"Go ahead and try", Rose laughed.
"And what about you, Al?" Fred asked.
His eyes grew, not really knowing they were also talking about him.
"What about me?" Albus asked.
He asked only to make sure he wasn't hearing things.
"Are you going to try out next year for Seeker?" James asked.
"I don't know the first thing about being a Seeker," Albus said.
"I'll teach you," James responded quickly.
The words had come out before James had realized it. Albus leveled his eyebrows.
"And how is that going to be possible?" he asked.
"Easy. Skip a couple of lunches and go to the Quidditch pitch," James said.
Albus noticed now that even Fred was giving his cousin a peculiar look.
"But I don't have a broom," he realized.
"I'll lend you mine," Fred said.
Rose, Lucy, and James turned to him in shock. This was apparently new for Fred to let someone ride his broom.
"Are you sure, Fred?" Albus asked.
"Yeah, it's no problem," he said.
Albus took a deep breath and turned back to James.
"Okay then. What about the Snitch? You can't seriously think to break into the storage room and… and what if I lose it?" Albus panicked.
"Don't worry. We wouldn't be using the Snitch. Golf balls bill be just fine," James laughed.
AN:
Another chapter down. So what do you think will happen at their lesson? You might be surprised.
