Author's note: I didn't expect so many reviews, so thank you very much. Until I read a story one of the reviewers told me about I did not read a single Madame Hooch story. So yes, there is a possibility that this story is unoriginal, but I never read any. Oh and because the last one was so short (and the fact that I'm trying to cut down to writing 1 thing per day) I decided to write another chapter (yey for me). Enjoy.

Feeling the pressure

Rolanda Hooch went to her Quidditch practice angry as hell. It was obvious to her that her Potions teacher, Professor Walton was out to get her because she was the Ravenclaw Seeker and he was the head of Slytherin.

Her teammates welcomed her amiably though she was late. They had around five practices a week, late at night and all of them were pushing their limit. But especially Rolanda. As captain of her team it was her responsibility that she get the best out of her players. Ravenclaw had a chance at winning the School Cup for the first time in decades, breaking Slytherin's rein.

The practice went fairly well and Rolanda couldn't wait to go back to her dorm and sleep… But she had detention. She changed her clothes and went back to the school.

"Ms. Hooch!" Professor James, the Transfiguration teacher and the Head of Ravenclaw called to her. Rolanda stopped abruptly, sighed and walked back

"Yes Professor?" She asked. Professor James was in her fifties, with long-dark hair and washed out gray eyes. She was small and slender but very strict. Even though she was the head of Ravenclaw, she never played favorites with them in class.

"I wanted to talk to you about your flying." The Professor said.

"Oh", Rolanda said.

"You do know what's next week, don't you?" Professor James said sternly.

"My test in Transfiguration?" Rolanda said sarcastically.

"Ms. Hooch!"

"Yes, I know! The finals are next week! Us against the Slytherins, might very well determine who will win the cup", Rolanda recited by heart. She heard the speech all week.

"Exactly! Now you're a very skilled Seeker, don't get me wrong, but you're flying is… A bit off lately."

"I have things on my mind, don't worry Professor I'll give it my best-"

"You damn well will give it your best! Do you know how long it's been since ANYONE besides Slytherin won the cup? Try a decade! And now we, WE have a shot at it", she narrowed her eyes harshly. "And you'd better take it."

"I will Professor, we will. I'll… I'll practice harder and longer." Rolanda said quickly.

"Good", Professor James said. "Make sure you do."

Rolanda turned to go to detention when she heard Professor James say: "And by the way, your essay is due tomorrow. I hope you do it and do it well, we can't have members of our house slipping now can we?"

*****

Rolanda woke up the next day discovering she fell asleep in the Common Room. She looked down and realized she had drooled on her Transfigurations essay.

"Oh no!" She said angrily, jumping up. She cleaned it up as much as possible, before giving up. She quickly gathered her books and ran to her lesson. She didn't even have enough time to change, as the lesson would start in a few minutes and she still had to recopy the messy essay. She sat at the back of the class and cursed the stars for a last name that started with 'H' and not 'Z'. She dipped her quill and began to scribble the notes down as fast as she could. She continued to write even when Professor James arrived and began to read names. She just finished when the Professor reached her name and placed the scroll on her desk, her wrist hurting.

The lesson itself was pretty dull. Rolanda wondered if they would ever get to any REAL transfiguration… But she knew they wouldn't. Even though being a Quidditch player and especially a Seeker had it's advantages and enabled her to fly many days of the week, it was still… Not enough. When she was a child she would dream that she would mount a Pegasus and ride away… When she entered Hogwarts and learned about Transfiguration the dream evolved. Now she WAS the Pegasus and it was HER that was flying… And although Quidditch helped in that department, it was still not her flying, now it was the broom. In her spare time she would read up about Transfiguration in the library (once she was done with Quidditch reading) and would daydream about flying.

"Ms. Hooch, are you listening?" Professor James asked annoyed.

"W-what?" Rolanda asked dazed.

"Exactly. Five points from Ravenclaw and pay closer attention girl." Professor James returned to the class.

Rolanda was more than thrilled when the bell rang and she rushed out followed by her close friend Kristie.

"Don't mind her", Kristie said rolling her eyes. "She's just uptight over the upcoming game."

"Who isn't?" Rolanda asked, grabbing her hair into a ponytail.

"You know what I heard?" Kristie asked conspicuously.

"No what?" Rolanda asked tiredly, turning down the hall.

"I hear the Tutshill Tornados have their eye on you." Kristie said smiling.

"What?" Rolanda laughed. "Where'd ya hear that?"

"In the "Daily Prophet", the manager said that they were keeping their eye on a young Seeker in Hogwarts", Kristie's blue eyes were shining, her braided auburn hair tossed from side to side.

"How do you know they're talking about me? You know there are 3 other Seekers here, including Roderick Plumpton from Slytherin. Now he's a great Seeker."

"But not as great as you! Besides, they mentioned a GIRL Seeker, last time I checked, Roderick was a boy."

"Well… So they have their eye on me, so what?" Rolanda asked unnerved.

"So, that means that their recruiters are probably gonna come to the school's finals and take a good look at the merchandise before hiring you." Kristie threw her arms in the air theatrically. "You're the main event!"

"You're reading too much into this", Rolanda said tiredly. "I gotta go, I have a break now and I have to read about 'flying techniques.'"

"Why? Your flying techniques are perfect!"

"Not according to Professor James… I'll see you late Kristie." Rolanda said and turned a corner. Somehow the news about a professional Quidditch team seeking her out did nothing to her mood. If anything, it threw another weight on her shoulders, which were already slumped. She was in the last year, so school was much more intense, more tests and pop quizzes, she was the Seeker AND the captain of her team in her final year and the Head of her House was breathing down her neck. Now a team was checking her out and she was barely eighteen! Rolanda laughed bitterly as she entered the library. She sat there every free hour she got and in the end she gave up. Some things in life you can't just memorize from some book, you had to have an understanding and to actually do it. She shut the book angrily and sighed. One thing was certain, her entire career probably relied on this one game… She had to win it! She desperately wanted a way to improve her sight, her flying skill, her…. Everything! But how? Some things you're either born with or not.

"Born with…" She muttered as an idea struck her. "It's worth a shot! What do I have to lose? If it doesn't work I'll just work with what I've got, but if it does…" She trailed off grabbing some Transfiguration books and running to her dorm.

"If it works I just might make it!"

-END PART 2-

God I hope this turned out longer! I didn't realize how short the first part was!

What will Rolanda Hooch do? Stay tuned to our next episode of: "In the Eye of the Beholder."

To speed the writing of the next chapter I need a biscuit for this one. And a scratch behind the ear, but that can wait. Right now I'm talking about a review! Come on! I've been a good dog….

-Ivy-