Hello again!! I'm sooo sorry that it took this long to post the next chapter, and I'll try my hardest to not do it again! Anyway, Disclaimer: These characters/places belong to J.K. Rowling and Warner Bro's, not me! =)
Harry Potter and the Scroll of Merlin
Chapter 7: Quidditch season
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Four days had passed by, and it was the day of the Gryffindor quidditch try-outs. Once the remaining players chose a new keeper, they would vote on a captain.
Rachel was doing well in her subjects, although the Defense against the Dark Arts teacher had just arrived today, supposedly having to come by broomstick. As this was the year of their Owls, all students were given piles of homework. After their first Potions lesson with the Slytherins, have lunch, and go out onto the Quidditch field. Their last lesson of the day would be DADA.
"So Hermione," started Rachel as they were walking toward the Dungeons. "What's the Potions Master like... He's nice, isn't he?"
Hermione choked on her pumpkin juice at the mention of Snape and nice in a sentence together. "Not exactly... he isn't really fond of Gryffindor students."
"Oh..." was the only reply that Rachel could come up with.
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When all the students were seated at tables, and their cauldrons set up, Professor Snape stood, and faced the class. "Another year..." He started, his voice soft, almost malicious. "Another year of pestering students and their small sponges that are mistaken for brains!" He continued. Rachel gaped at Snape as if he'd just jumped onto his desk and danced. "This year is your Owls, and if I'm not mistaken, the only ones that have a chance of getting higher than a one from me are the Slytherins!"
After Snape had finished his little speech, he started to write the potion that they would begin today. He had informed the students that this was a Mutilation potion, and they would start off "easy" today. Supposedly if the finished product was consumed by a living thing, its flesh would start to melt off in minutes. The problem was that it was suppose to taste quite good, although, not many people wouldn't live to tell if it really did.
"You will save this potion in the cupboards for tomorrow, where we will make an antidote! If you fail in making either, these will defiantly not appreciate it, and pointed to a cage full of white floppy eared bunnies....
Harry turned to Ron and whispered, "Wow, Snape doesn't look too good - ." He really didn't. He had huge bags under his eyes, and he seemed very strained. Harry had an idea of why this was, but he didn't really want to think about what Dumbledore had sent him off to do last year.
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"Wow, you were right Hermione...." Rachel said as they sat down for lunch. "He's a beast!"
"It'll get worse... trust me" said Harry as he started to pile food onto his plate. He wasn't really thinking about the food, or even about the quidditch tryouts. He was staring around the room when his eyes slid onto Cho. She looked thinner, and a little paler than he remembered, but she was still beautiful.
Sighing, he returned to eating, and started to plan the quidditch tryouts in his mind.
"So, are you coming to the tryouts Rachel?" asked Ron. "Have you ever flown before?"
"Well, a little, although I've never actually played a game of Quidditch. What position are they looking for?"
"They need a Keeper... and once they've chosen, they'll need a captain."
"Well, I guess I'll go then." Said Rachel, growing nervous.
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As the current players gathered in the locker room, they started to discuss the plan for tryouts.
"Okay, so we'll take all the people..." said Fred.
"And spin them around twenty times..." said George.
"And the first person to reach the correct goalposts gets the job!" they finished together.
"I don't think so..." Angelina started pacing around trying to come up with the best way to do this. "How about we test their speed, agility, and catching/throwing skills?"
"Sounds good to me." Said Harry, and after everyone had agreed to this plan, they walked out to greet the others. Five people had shown up. Ron, Rachel, Dennis Creevy, and two other second years named Kari and Nick.
"So, today we're going to hold races to test speed, some basic drills for your movement and agility, and then well be seeing how your defensive skills are. First of all-"
"Wait," said George, "we're also going to test you on your pain tolerance… were going to hit you with our beater clubs, and whoever's skin turns red the fastest…" but before he had time to finish, angelina and Katie had clamped their hands over his mouth. Several of the people about to try out were definitely looking like they were about to sprint for the castle.
"As I was saying," continued Alicia "You must all know how to fly. If you don't, then I'm sorry, but we cannot have you try out without the permission of Madam Hooch."
All of them knew how to fly, so the tryouts began. As they were given broomsticks, they saw that they were each the same model, to be fair. They lined up for the race, and with a whistle blow from Katie, they were off down the quidditch field.
Wow, this is wonderful, thought Rachel, and streaked off, just behind Ron, who won.
The next drill was to dodge a padded bludger for two minutes. If it hit you, it wouldn't hurt, but it would show you that it wasn't a good thing to be hit by a bludger. As it turns out, Dennis Creevy wasn't hit at all, although Rachel and Kari were once, and Ron twice.
As the tryouts wore on, Ron and Rachel were the best ideal keepers and flyers. As the last drill came down, the others were dismissed, although Dennis Creevy was told to definitely come back next year for chaser tryouts. As Ron went up to the goals, the three chasers began to rise. At the signal, they began passing back the quaffle back and forth. It was like a ballet in air, and before Ron could block, Angelina shot, and scored. Out of ten tries, Ron blocked six shots.
It was now Rachel's turn. As she went up to the goals, she saw the chasers begin their play. Suddenly everything slowed down in her mind. Everything was clear to her, and when Alicia shot, she moved with liquid grace to stop the ball from scoring.
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It was time to make their decision, and the quidditch team started to look at the scores of Ron and Rachel. They were near the same height, so that wasn't a factor, and Rachel had stopped the ball just once more than Ron. As they looked over everything, there were just so many similarities, that they could barely decide. It was George who suggested that they both play for Gryffindor.
"Why don't they just both play, switching every 1/2 an hour per game or something."
It was just too close a call to decide, so with a smile, Harry explained this to the new keepers.
"Wow!" cried Rachel, as she realized that she had made the team. "So, now we have to decide a captain... right?"
"Yep," said Ron, while looking at Harry. "and I know the perfect person for the job!"
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Well, that's all for now, and again, I'm soooo sorry for the long wait! Hope you liked this chapter! I'll try to get the next one out soon!
Harry Potter and the Scroll of Merlin
Chapter 7: Quidditch season
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Four days had passed by, and it was the day of the Gryffindor quidditch try-outs. Once the remaining players chose a new keeper, they would vote on a captain.
Rachel was doing well in her subjects, although the Defense against the Dark Arts teacher had just arrived today, supposedly having to come by broomstick. As this was the year of their Owls, all students were given piles of homework. After their first Potions lesson with the Slytherins, have lunch, and go out onto the Quidditch field. Their last lesson of the day would be DADA.
"So Hermione," started Rachel as they were walking toward the Dungeons. "What's the Potions Master like... He's nice, isn't he?"
Hermione choked on her pumpkin juice at the mention of Snape and nice in a sentence together. "Not exactly... he isn't really fond of Gryffindor students."
"Oh..." was the only reply that Rachel could come up with.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
When all the students were seated at tables, and their cauldrons set up, Professor Snape stood, and faced the class. "Another year..." He started, his voice soft, almost malicious. "Another year of pestering students and their small sponges that are mistaken for brains!" He continued. Rachel gaped at Snape as if he'd just jumped onto his desk and danced. "This year is your Owls, and if I'm not mistaken, the only ones that have a chance of getting higher than a one from me are the Slytherins!"
After Snape had finished his little speech, he started to write the potion that they would begin today. He had informed the students that this was a Mutilation potion, and they would start off "easy" today. Supposedly if the finished product was consumed by a living thing, its flesh would start to melt off in minutes. The problem was that it was suppose to taste quite good, although, not many people wouldn't live to tell if it really did.
"You will save this potion in the cupboards for tomorrow, where we will make an antidote! If you fail in making either, these will defiantly not appreciate it, and pointed to a cage full of white floppy eared bunnies....
Harry turned to Ron and whispered, "Wow, Snape doesn't look too good - ." He really didn't. He had huge bags under his eyes, and he seemed very strained. Harry had an idea of why this was, but he didn't really want to think about what Dumbledore had sent him off to do last year.
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"Wow, you were right Hermione...." Rachel said as they sat down for lunch. "He's a beast!"
"It'll get worse... trust me" said Harry as he started to pile food onto his plate. He wasn't really thinking about the food, or even about the quidditch tryouts. He was staring around the room when his eyes slid onto Cho. She looked thinner, and a little paler than he remembered, but she was still beautiful.
Sighing, he returned to eating, and started to plan the quidditch tryouts in his mind.
"So, are you coming to the tryouts Rachel?" asked Ron. "Have you ever flown before?"
"Well, a little, although I've never actually played a game of Quidditch. What position are they looking for?"
"They need a Keeper... and once they've chosen, they'll need a captain."
"Well, I guess I'll go then." Said Rachel, growing nervous.
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As the current players gathered in the locker room, they started to discuss the plan for tryouts.
"Okay, so we'll take all the people..." said Fred.
"And spin them around twenty times..." said George.
"And the first person to reach the correct goalposts gets the job!" they finished together.
"I don't think so..." Angelina started pacing around trying to come up with the best way to do this. "How about we test their speed, agility, and catching/throwing skills?"
"Sounds good to me." Said Harry, and after everyone had agreed to this plan, they walked out to greet the others. Five people had shown up. Ron, Rachel, Dennis Creevy, and two other second years named Kari and Nick.
"So, today we're going to hold races to test speed, some basic drills for your movement and agility, and then well be seeing how your defensive skills are. First of all-"
"Wait," said George, "we're also going to test you on your pain tolerance… were going to hit you with our beater clubs, and whoever's skin turns red the fastest…" but before he had time to finish, angelina and Katie had clamped their hands over his mouth. Several of the people about to try out were definitely looking like they were about to sprint for the castle.
"As I was saying," continued Alicia "You must all know how to fly. If you don't, then I'm sorry, but we cannot have you try out without the permission of Madam Hooch."
All of them knew how to fly, so the tryouts began. As they were given broomsticks, they saw that they were each the same model, to be fair. They lined up for the race, and with a whistle blow from Katie, they were off down the quidditch field.
Wow, this is wonderful, thought Rachel, and streaked off, just behind Ron, who won.
The next drill was to dodge a padded bludger for two minutes. If it hit you, it wouldn't hurt, but it would show you that it wasn't a good thing to be hit by a bludger. As it turns out, Dennis Creevy wasn't hit at all, although Rachel and Kari were once, and Ron twice.
As the tryouts wore on, Ron and Rachel were the best ideal keepers and flyers. As the last drill came down, the others were dismissed, although Dennis Creevy was told to definitely come back next year for chaser tryouts. As Ron went up to the goals, the three chasers began to rise. At the signal, they began passing back the quaffle back and forth. It was like a ballet in air, and before Ron could block, Angelina shot, and scored. Out of ten tries, Ron blocked six shots.
It was now Rachel's turn. As she went up to the goals, she saw the chasers begin their play. Suddenly everything slowed down in her mind. Everything was clear to her, and when Alicia shot, she moved with liquid grace to stop the ball from scoring.
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It was time to make their decision, and the quidditch team started to look at the scores of Ron and Rachel. They were near the same height, so that wasn't a factor, and Rachel had stopped the ball just once more than Ron. As they looked over everything, there were just so many similarities, that they could barely decide. It was George who suggested that they both play for Gryffindor.
"Why don't they just both play, switching every 1/2 an hour per game or something."
It was just too close a call to decide, so with a smile, Harry explained this to the new keepers.
"Wow!" cried Rachel, as she realized that she had made the team. "So, now we have to decide a captain... right?"
"Yep," said Ron, while looking at Harry. "and I know the perfect person for the job!"
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Well, that's all for now, and again, I'm soooo sorry for the long wait! Hope you liked this chapter! I'll try to get the next one out soon!
