Fred and George walked out onto the field on a Saturday morning. Today was they're tryouts for the Gryffindor Quidditch team. They decided, after some argument, to both tryout for Beaters. So, now they were heading down to the Quidditch field.
When they got there, they saw a pink-faced, blond boy who looked like a seventh year.
"Alright then! My name is Harris McLean, and I'm the captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team. Now, all of you will tryout, and some of you will be chosen to be on the team. Once you are on the team, you will be trained, and hopefully we will win the Quidditch cup. Any questions?" There were none. "Okay, so all of the Chasers, please moves to the right, Beaters, to the left, Keepers, in the middle." All of the players trying out moved around. Fred and George moved to the left, where three other Gryffindors were already standing.
"Alright, let's start with Chasers." Harris walked off with them.
Fred and George sat in the grass, waiting for their turn. They watched all the Chasers fly, and lots of them were really good.
"Next, Keepers!" All the Keepers walked off with him. The twins watched again, and a lot were also good.
"Last, but not least, Beaters!" Harris motioned all of them to come, and they walked up to him. Fred glanced at George, and couldn't help notice he looked nervous. He elbowed him.
"It'll be ok. We got it; we're going to do great." George smiled, and nodded.
It was quite easy, trying out. All they had to do was fly around and hit some Bludgers with a bat. After that, it was done, and they were allowed to go to the Great Hall for lunch.
The next day, Fred and George were told they made it to the team! Both immediately sent a letter to Charlie, who was brilliant at Quidditch.
Also, Fred's secret crush he hasn't told anyone about also made it to the team. That girl? Angelina Johnson.
Ever since the day he sat with her in potions, he was always watching her. He noticed everything about her, and he sometimes wondered if she was thinking of him.