The next morning, as I went down to breakfast with my Shooting Star, (practice was right after breakfast), I was spotted by Lucius Malfoy. I inwardly groaned. "Wat was that?" demanded Malfoy. I guess it wasn't inwardly. Woops. "What's that thing that your'e holding?" demanded Malfoy. He grabbed it, and felt it. "It's a broomstick! Your'e not alowwed to have one of those! That'll get you in trouble for sure. Ohhh Prof. Potteeeerrrrrrr!" I turned around. Joanna was coming down the hall. "Prof. Potter, James has a broomstick." Joanna nodded. "I was the one who put him on the team, Lucius. Too bad you don't have any talent, huh?" Lucius flushed. "And ten points from Slytherin for being a tattletale." But..hey.." stammered Lucius. "Get along now. James, I want to talk to you." As lucius walked away, I burst out laughing. "That was great, Joanna! But what do you have against him? I know I hate him, but you don't know him that well, do you?" Joanna sniggered. "I know his older brother real well. He asked me out in my third year. Socked him in the face. Every Malfoy's the same."
After a delicious breakfast of bacon, eggs, ham and pancakes, I raced out into the front yard of Hogwatrs, and around a couple of bends, until I reached the Quidditch field. Max was there, along with half of the team. (Evengline Drealock, Callistone Glenard, Seamus Cannalone, Rachel Kannert and Chaim Brown.) Max was the Keeper, I was the Seeker, Evengline was a Chaser, Callistone was a Chaser, Seamus and Chaim were Beaters and Rachel was the last Chaser. At first, to warm up, we flew around. My Shooting Star was so awesome! I flipped around the fifty-foot high goalposts (that resembled extremely tall basketball hoops,) and dove far down and swooped back up, much to the girls fright. (AN I hate ryming! That ryme was an accident ['swooped back up, much to the girls fright'] Sorry, I just had to say that.) Max was delighted with my flying. "We'll win the Cup this year for sure!" He exclaimed, "with a Seeker like that..." I flushed. "Have we finished the warm-ups yet, Max?" Asked Rachel, an extremely cute blond, with hair that reached her ribs, and blue eyes the color of the sea. I felt a jolt when she looked at me. "You are a first year, right?" She asked. I nodded. "Cool!" She said. "Me too!" I frowned. "Why haven't I seen you around?" I asked, looking puzzled, "I never see you with Lily." She gagged. "I have my own group of friends, thank you very much. I don't hang out with 'Oh James is so adorable' people. I got over that a loooong time ago." I flushed again. "She likes me?" I asked. Rachel nodded. "Uh, oh." I said, "I don't like her in that way, but I don't want to hurt her, or anything..." She nodded. "I know what you mean. Meet me in the library, after lunch. I'll explain." Max clapped his hands. "Alright," he said, "I'm letting out the Snitch. James, try to catch it as quickley as you can." I nodded, grabbed my broom, and flew upwards. Max let the Snitch out, and I gave it a three minute start, with my eyes closed. When I got to 180 Mississippi, I opened my eyes, and looked around. I spotted the Snitch lurking by Callistone's ankle. I dashed for it, but o my dismay, I noticed that Max had let out the Bludgers, also. And one was heading right towards me. By the time I dodged out of the way, the Snitch was gone. I sighed. Then I noticed that the Snitch was flapped on top of Rachel's head. But she didn't feel it. I flew over, and clutched the Snitch. Rachel looked up at me, and grinned. Max was ecstatic. "That was awesome, James. Really good! Fantastic! Wondorful!" I grinned. Quidditch was my kind of thing.
ok-i willl make a deal with my fellow authors. whoever reviews my stories, i will review theirs. i won't review any stories if the author has not reviewed mine. ok?
oh yes-does any one like the idea of James/Rachel? Or should James have a liking for Lily? I really value your opinions, guys, and I'm only 11. I need some help with decisions like these.