It rained all day on the twenty first of September. Over his eggs, James groaned, "It's raining cats and dogs." The Gryffindors had a hard time scheduling practices since school had first began. Between the three other house teams, James could hardly find an opening to train.
"It's okay… it's not that bad outside," Remus tried to cheer him up, but James just shrugged.
"I better get going. We can't have the Captain late to practice," he pushed his eggs to the side and stood up slinging his broom over his shoulder in a sort of glum march.
He really didn't fancy having to race around on a broomstick out in the ice cold rain, but if they didn't take this opportunity to train they may loose their one chance this month to train. James jogged down to the Quidditch field as fast as he could without slipping and falling on the wet ground. He was the first one there, but after a minute both Frank and Catherine had come down from the great hall, completely dripping.
"Everyone's on their way now," Frank told him shaking the water from his hair. Frank was an exceptional Keeper; hardly ever did he allow the Quaffle to go through the hoops. Catherine lay down on the bench and fell asleep. She may not have been a morning person but she was an excellent chaser.
The locker room door opened and in came four bleary eyed Gryffindors. The smallest and youngest of which was Philip Sanders, a second year, he was an okay seeker with a lot of growing potential. The two beaters, Sandy Toft and Damien Martinez, were both fourth years and had the best aim that James had ever seen. The other chaser, Philomina Peterson, was always there to catch the Quaffle if James or Catherine dropped it.
"Okay, everyone out on the field, let's get started now that we're all here," James pulled out the truck with all of the Quidditch balls in it and brought it outside, as everyone took off into the wet sky. They all did a lap before they went to their assigned spots. James announced that he was going to release the Bludgers and the two beaters raced to meet them. He took out the Snitch and Sanders rode off after it. Then he took the Quaffle and threw it to Philomina who shot towards Frank to score, but he blocked his goal hoops and threw the ball to James who was now soaring through the air.
Even though it was pouring rain, the team practiced for close to three hours, and James flew down feeling particularly happy with how it had gone. They all retreated to the locker rooms and were drying off.
There was a knock at the door and James, who was picking up a dry and clean shirt to put on, heard Lily's voice yell through it, "Hurry up you guys! There's a good lunch today!"
James smiled wide and threw his shirt back on the bench as he opened the door. He ruffled his hair as he spoke, "Hi, beautiful." She was standing underneath a red and gold stripped umbrella.
Lily rolled her eyes and looked past his skinny torso, "Where's Frank and Rini?"
They both heard two voices yell, "Coming!" and heard the locker doors slam shut and two bodies emerged from the crowd.
Catherine ran to Lily's side under the umbrella, and said to James, "Put on a shirt, will you? No one wants to see that."
Frank and Lily laughed.
James looked offended, "I just thought you might like to see what a God's physique looks like," and he started flexing.
"Oh, honestly, even Sirius isn't that conceited," Frank shook his head at James who laughed. Frank dove under Lily's umbrella and the three of them set off back to the castle.
yay! quidditch! i know i made James a chaser when he's really a seeker (look at the movie plaque in SS/PS) but i like the idea of him playing chaser more than seeker. I think it seperates James from Harry. I don't like it when they make the father and the son too similar... it's proabably the same reason why i don't like ginny too much either, but w/e... James is chaser, that's that. ; )