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Chapter 10: The Beautiful Art of Quidditch

The next few weeks flew by but still Isabella hadn't had a chance to practice with the team because technically it wasn't Quidditch season yet; and she still hadn't had a flying lesson from James because he had so many detentions that his whole schedule was booked until mid-October.

So, instead, Isabella checked out Quidditch through the Ages and studied every single bit of it. Al said that Isabella probably had already memorized it after a week. Every free night they had, Isabella, Al, and sometimes Rosie would head down to the Quidditch pitch and do some basic drills. Isabella was a fast learner, by the time the Quidditch season officially began in early October she had mastered all the basic skills of a Chaser: catching with one hand, throwing with one hand, knocking people of their brooms, the norm.

The Gryffindor Quidditch team only had a few practices before their first match against Ravenclaw. Al had made Seeker and he wasn't that bad, James had told Isabella that if he had a faster broom he'd leave all the others in the dust. Even though James, Al, Rosie, and the rest of the Gryffindor team assured her that she'd do brilliant; Isabella's nerves were starting to eat her away…

"Welcome to the first Quidditch match of the year." said Annie Jordan, over the loud speaker one cool October morning. "I'm Annie Jordan and I'm here to give you a play-by-play of this most honored Hogwarts tradition. First let's name or Ravenclaw team…"

Isabella heard the Ravenclaws run out onto the field and the stands went crazy. As Annie read off the names of the Ravenclaw team, Isabella zoned off into her own little world. Breathe, just breathe. Those words repeated themselves over and over again in her head.

As they waited to be called out, Isabella stood in the front next to Harrison, Al and James were right behind them, and the three other players were in the back.

"Harrison, do you remember you're first Quidditch match?" asked Isabella.

"Like it was yesterday…" he said.

"How did it go?"

"Well, it was against Slytherin and we were winning but then it was called off when a rouge Bludger totally destroyed part of the stands." said Harrison. "But don't worry; the chances of that happening are slim to none."

This still didn't make things any easier for Isabella.

"And now for the Gryffindor team!" said Annie over the loud speaker.

The team filled out one by one onto the pitch. The Ravenclaws were already in the air warming up and doing some tricks for the crowd.

"First up: Keeper, Captain, and Fifth year Harrison Allen!" said Annie through the loud speaker. Harrison took off in the air towards the goal posts. "Next, Victorie Weasley, 7th year and Chaser-" Victoire took off. "Michael Taylor, fifth year Beater-," a boy with curly brown hair took off. "Shannon Webb, fourth year Chaser-" A girl who looked exactly like Summer, because she was her sister, took off. "James Potter, third year Beater-" James took off a high speeds and almost "accidently" crashed into a Ravenclaw Quidditch player. "Albus Potter, first year and Seeker-" Al winked at Isabella and mouthed Good Luck before he took off to the sky as well. Isabella mounted her broom preparing herself for takeoff. "And finally: Isabella Evans, first year and our last Chaser!"

The crowd went wild as Isabella took off; as she flew around, she looked for Rosie in the stands. She wasn't hard to find, she was right by the teacher's box and was sitting next to Elliot who couldn't stand for more than five seconds, so they were sitting in what James had referred to as the handicap box.

Madam Hooch walked out to the center of the pitch and stood with the Quaffle under her arm. "Alright, I want a clean match everyone. No dirty tricks, alright?" She looked towards the Beaters, but everyone nodded.

Madam Hooch first let go of the golden snitch. Isabella watched closely to it then it disappeared. How Al was supposed to catch it, she had no idea. Isabella felt her hands start to sweat, her nerves were eating her alive. She looked to Al, who was about two feet above her to the left, he smiled and it helped Isabella clam down and focus long enough to pay attention to Madam Hooch.

Madam Hooch's whistle blew, practically blowing Isabella's eardrums out, and the Quaffle was thrown up into the air. Victoire grabbed it and flew off towards the Ravenclaw goal post, and Isabella followed her.

As Isabella flew, she didn't notice the Bludgers coming at her at stop speed; luckily, James flew in and hit the Bludgers right at the Ravenclaw Keeper, knocking him off his broom and allowing Victorie to score.

"Thanks James, I owe you." said Isabella.

"Don't mention it, just watch out next time. Those things hurt like bloody hell when they hit you." said James.

She nodded and flew off after the Ravenclaw chaser who had the Quaffle. For the rest of the game, Isabella was just flying back and forth between the goal posts trying to get her teammates to pass her the Quaffle; but she had no luck. Isabella moaned, every time she was open and they wouldn't pass it to her, whatever happened to teamwork?

"Webb passes it to Weasley, then its back to Webb, and- oh, it's snatched up by sixth year chaser Krasinski, and now she is headed for the Gryffindor goal post. If they only included Evans who has been open all game and has not yet received a pass." said Annie. "And Krasinski scores making the score 150-80, Ravenclaw after an hour and a half of playing." Annie paused and changed her tone. "Oh come of Gryffindor this is pathetic, stop trying to save your asses and pass the Quaffle to Evans!"

"Miss. Jordan!" snapped McGonagall. "Watch what you say!"

"Sorry Professor." mumbled Annie.

Isabella laughed, but she had to focus because Shannon was flying towards her, fast and ready to throw.

"Evans!" yelled Shannon.

Isabella caught it and she zoomed towards the Ravenclaw goal post. She dodged Bludgers, Chasers, and a Beater. She easily maneuvered around them all; she was coming closer and closer to the goal post, but she didn't know if she could throw it into the goal post or not but she had to try. She mustered all her strength and hurled the Quaffle right at the middle post and it made it in! The keeper completely missed it and fell off his broom, again.

"Yes!" Isabella heard Al yell.

For once Isabella felt like nothing could keep her down, she knew that her time as chaser was just beginning. Isabella didn't stop there either; she was making goals left and right, decreasing the difference between Ravenclaw and Gryffindor.

"It's almost tied up here; Ravenclaw has 190 and Gryffindor has 170, thanks to new rising Quidditch star: Isabella Evans, a first year no less." said Annie. "Now the only chance for a victory lies in the hands of the seekers; oh and look, there goes Potter. Does he see the snitch?"

"Come on Al." Isabella mumbled to herself as she watched Al reaching out into the air. She couldn't see the snitch since she was on the other side of the pitch. Isabella couldn't watch anymore, she had to help Victoire out of a sticky situation with two Ravenclaw chasers; so she listen to Annie very carefully to make sure she didn't mess anything.

"There goes Evans to help out Weasley, and- oh my- Evans barely misses a Bludger aimed right at her head. The Quaffle is passed to Webb and now back to Evans, and Evans scores! What's Potter doing? He is diving right into the stands!" cried Annie. "What is Potter up to?"
Isabella couldn't look away; Al was flying, and fast, right towards where all the Hufflepuffs were. His arm was out stretched as far as it could go; he was practically standing on his broom. And then crash, right into the stands.

"Al!" yelled Isabella and James; they flew over as fast as they could.

"Potter has just crashed into the stands!" said Annie. "This is one Quidditch game he won't be forgetting soon! Wait a moment his standing up, and what is that in his hands?"

Isabella stopped as Al stood up. He mounted his broom and flew up to the middle of the pitch, it was dead silent.

Al laughed as held up his hand to reveal the Golden Snitch. The crowd cheered and went wild as Al took a quick victory lap, then he landed about 10 feet from where Isabella had land and the two ran to each other.

"That was brilliant!" Isabella yelled over the cheers of the crowd.

"No, you we're bloody brilliant!" said Al, he looked at her and then hugged her and Isabella hugged him back.

The broke apart as James then landed next to them all. "You both were wicked!" said James. "Too bad you don't have a fast broom Isabella, and then you really would have scored some major points!"

"Yeah, that was great for your first match." added Al.

The three of them walked into the locker rooms and changed quickly so they could celebrate but Harrison had a different idea of celebrating then the others. He called an emergency team meeting after they all changed back into their normal clothes.

"Everyone was brilliant today!" he began. "But we have to train hard if we want to beat Slytherin in our next match because their seeker can fly circles around you Potter. And what the bloody hell was that Evans?"

Isabella gulped. "I-I…"

"Why were you hiding that all during practice? You were amazing! By the time you're a fourth year you'll have Teddy Lupin running for his money!" said Harrison.

"Whose Teddy Lupin?" asked Isabella. She noticed that Victorie shifted awkwardly in her seat.

"Our old star Chaser from two years ago." explained Shannon.

"Yeah, he was the best." said Harrison.

"He is the best!" snapped Victoire. She stood up and stormed out.

"Did I say something?" asked Harrison.

"Oh boy." mumbled Shannon.

"Dude." laughed James.

After the meeting, Isabella, Al, and James all walked to the Great Hall for dinner. They met up with Rosie and Elliot, who were sitting down towards the teachers table.

"Why was Victoire so touchy earlier?" asked Isabella as they sat down. "Please tell it wasn't my fault!"

"Don't worry it wasn't. Teddy and Victoire are kind of an item I guess you could say." said Al.

"Yeah, at King Cross, I caught them snogging." laughed James.

"Your so much like my father it's unbearable." said Rosie.

Isabella was so confused they still had not mentioned who exactly Teddy Lupin was. "How to you know him exactly?" she asked.

"He is our god brother, practically part of the family." said Al. "His parents were killed during the Battle of Hogwarts nineteen years ago, so he and our dad are really close."

Isabella loved to listen to Rosie's and Al's stories from when they were younger. She loved how everyone they knew was connected somehow to their huge family. Isabella wished that soon she could meet her wizarding family, if she had any left of course.

"Hey guys." said Elliot. "Look at the babe that's walking over here."

A tall and lean, red-headed woman and a man, who was only an inch taller than her, with messy black hair like Al's walked over to them. When they got closer, Isabella noticed a strange scar on his head.

"What are you doing here?" asked Al.

"I thought you were in Scotland for the Quidditch semi-finals." added James.

"Albus Severus and James Sirius Potter that is no way to take to your parents." snapped the man.

Sorry that it is kinda short, review as always, I'll post Chapter 11 later tonight!