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Chapter Seven
As the Gryffindors who were going to try out entered the Quidditch patch,
four other Gryffindors who were flying on broomsticks greeted them. There
were two sixth years, named Max Meyer and Alex Bell, a seventh year named
Johnny Bench, and a third year, named Oliver Wood.
Max, who was the captain took charge.
"Hi everyone," he said, "My name, as I'm sure most of you know, is
Max Meyer, and I am the Quidditch Captain and Beater. The other members of
our team are Alex, who is our seeker, Johnny, a chaser, and Oliver, who is
the Keeper. We only have three spots open and they are for two chasers and
a beater. Please form two groups. If you want to be a chaser, go to Alex,
and if you want to be a beater, go to Oliver. If you are just here to
watch, than you can take a seat in the stands.
Fred joined Oliver's group, George joined Alex's group, and Lee went
to the stands.
George looked around at the other people who were in his group with
him. There was Katie, her friends, Angelina and Alicia, two seventh years,
a fifth year and a second year.
Alex began talking immediately; "We get the field after Oliver's
group gets some practicing in. When Oliver says that they are ready, we
get to practice for awhile too. When we are ready, all of you will try to
shoot some goals, with half of Oliver's group hitting the Bludgers at you,
and the other half protecting you from them. Oliver and I will both be the
keepers. When we are finished with that, Johnny and Max will tell you who
has been cut, and who will be invited back tomorrow for the final tryout.
"For right now, we will just stretch out, and wait for Oliver's group
to finish the warm ups."
As Alex's bunch started stretching, Oliver looked at his group.
Oliver's group consisted of four seventh years, five six years, five fifth
years, and three fourth years, and one first year, named Fred Weasley.
Oliver was extremely surprised to see a first year trying out for the
position of a beater. First years rarely ever tried out for the Quidditch
team, and when they did, they never made it. But the thing that really
surprised Oliver was that Fred wanted to be a *beater*. Hardly anyone
liked that position. In fact, Oliver had protested when Max told him that
he would have to work with the beaters. Their job seemed dangerous and
scary.
"Okay," Oliver began, "We have the patch first. All we are going to
do is practice hitting a few Bludgers. After awhile, we get a break, and
Alex's group will practice for a little bit. When they are finished, both
of the groups will practice together. Alex's group will try to score goals
with the quaffles, while half of you protect the chasers, and the other
half will hit the Bludgers to the Chasers. Are you ready?"
Everyone nodded in agreement. Fred noticed that everyone else in his
group was looking at Oliver with obvious distaste. Fred could understand
why. It must be annoying to be told what to do by someone younger than
yourself. Of course, Fred didn't have these feelings against Oliver,
because he *was* younger than him, unlike the rest of the group..
Once Fred was in the air, he didn't have a care in the world. Flying always gave him that sensation. Than he remembered that he was trying out for the Quidditch team. He remembered just in time, too, because a Bludger had just zoomed right for his head. He quickly hit it away with his stick, and became more focused. Right after Fred hit that away, another Bludger came soaring towards him. He knocked it out of sight. Fred stared, amazed at the Bludger which was getting smaller and smaller... until it was completely gone! He had never done that well in his life. The other players looked into the sky at what Fred had done. They were amazed too. Everyone at the Quidditch Patch looked at Fred with admiration. Fred himself felt extremely happy. After a play like that, he felt confident that he would make the team. Oliver blew his whistle and gazed awestruck at Fred. "W-well done, everyone. Um, you can come down now, and we can give the Chasers a chance to practice. Everyone was still gaping at Fred, so no one realized how short their turn had been.
Lee stared, shocked at Fred, much like everyone else there. He had no idea that Fred was so good at Quidditch. Lee knew that Fred would be good, he was after all, one of the best flyers in their class. but Fred had certainly surprised him with that hit.
"Good job, Fred," George said as they passed each other. "Thanks," Fred replied with a smile.
The Chasers all began to fly, and soon, a quaffel was tossed up to them. George surprised himself when he caught it, and was even more surprised when he scored a goal. "Good job!" Angelina exclaimed. "Yeah," Alicia agreed, "Being good at Quidditch must run in your family." "It does run in his family," Katie said knowingly, "Did you know that his brother is Charlie Weasley?" Angelina gasped, "Charlie Weasley?! *The* Charlie Weasley? The Charlie Weasley who graduated three years ago?" George nodded, "That's the one." "Wow," Alicia said, "Is it true that he could have played for England?" "But decided to study dragons in Romania instead?" Angelina asked. The two of them kept firing out questions and George could barely answer one question, when they would ask another one. Fortunately for George, Katie answered most of the questions for him. George didn't bother correcting her when she got the answers wrong, or not completely right. He just continued scoring goals. After five minutes of practicing, George has scored eighteen goals. That was more than anyone else. The fifth year in the group had the second highest amount, and that was fourteen. All of the other hopeful chasers did fairly well too. Most of the older students noticed something unusual though. It was actually the first years that did the best. George was by far the best one of all, and the three girls were amazing too. Katie scored 13 goals, and Alicia and Angelina both made ten. All of these amounts were great, considering they were only five minutes to practice anyway.
"Do you know why the practice session was so short?" George asked Alicia. Alicia shrugged, "I guess they just want more time for some actual playing." Fred caught up with them, "That's probably why," he agreed. Angelina and Katie ran over to Fred, George, and Alicia. Katie beamed at Fred, "That hit you made was amazing!" she exclaimed. Fred smiled back and blushed, "Thanks. You were very good too."
The next part of the tryout was much more difficult. For one thing, there were twenty-eight people flying on broomsticks. Fred made sure to stay near Katie, because that was who he was assigned to defend. "Quidditch drills are much different than the actual game," he said to Katie. Katie nodded in agreement "Much more boring too," she replied. Fred laughed. He turned to see her face. just in time too. A Bludger was zooming right for it. WACK! Fred hit the Bludger just in time. Once again, it went soaring into the sky until it was out of sight. Everyone was again; shocked by his skills, even though they had already seen it. "Wow!" Katie whispered.
George was the first one to score, just like the first practice time. And once he scored, he didn't stop. By the time Max blew the whistle to signal everyone to stop, George scored 7 goals. That was the highest anyone got that time. And only four other players scored at all. Katie was one of them, but she only scored once. The reason that not as many people scored, was that this practice round only lasted three minutes.
The four Quiditch team members gathered around and began to talk amongst themselves. "That was fast," Alicia said to her friends. "For real," Katie said, "I can't believe I did so bad on the second drill!" "At least you actually scored," Angelina said glumly, "How did you guys get so good?" she asked the twins. The twins looked at each other and shrugged. "We have been playing all our lives," George said. "We have made our decisions," Max said to everyone, "We want to thank everyone for trying out. We want to invite all of you back, but that's impossible. So, we had to cut a few people." his voice trailed off and a blush crept across his face. We want to wish everyone who will be coming back tomorrow the best of luck. "Katie Bell, Angelina Johnson, Alicia Spinnet, and Fred and George Weasley." Fred and George exchanged glances of excitement. 'We made it!' they thought to themselves. Max continued, "Thank you for coming. But unfortunately, we think that you are not, um. not *skilled* enough yet. Um, better luck next year!"
(A/N~ Well, that's it for now, I haven't written the next chapter yet, but I know what's going to happen. Please, PLEASE read and review! Hugz and Kisses! ~*SpiderGirl05*~
Once Fred was in the air, he didn't have a care in the world. Flying always gave him that sensation. Than he remembered that he was trying out for the Quidditch team. He remembered just in time, too, because a Bludger had just zoomed right for his head. He quickly hit it away with his stick, and became more focused. Right after Fred hit that away, another Bludger came soaring towards him. He knocked it out of sight. Fred stared, amazed at the Bludger which was getting smaller and smaller... until it was completely gone! He had never done that well in his life. The other players looked into the sky at what Fred had done. They were amazed too. Everyone at the Quidditch Patch looked at Fred with admiration. Fred himself felt extremely happy. After a play like that, he felt confident that he would make the team. Oliver blew his whistle and gazed awestruck at Fred. "W-well done, everyone. Um, you can come down now, and we can give the Chasers a chance to practice. Everyone was still gaping at Fred, so no one realized how short their turn had been.
Lee stared, shocked at Fred, much like everyone else there. He had no idea that Fred was so good at Quidditch. Lee knew that Fred would be good, he was after all, one of the best flyers in their class. but Fred had certainly surprised him with that hit.
"Good job, Fred," George said as they passed each other. "Thanks," Fred replied with a smile.
The Chasers all began to fly, and soon, a quaffel was tossed up to them. George surprised himself when he caught it, and was even more surprised when he scored a goal. "Good job!" Angelina exclaimed. "Yeah," Alicia agreed, "Being good at Quidditch must run in your family." "It does run in his family," Katie said knowingly, "Did you know that his brother is Charlie Weasley?" Angelina gasped, "Charlie Weasley?! *The* Charlie Weasley? The Charlie Weasley who graduated three years ago?" George nodded, "That's the one." "Wow," Alicia said, "Is it true that he could have played for England?" "But decided to study dragons in Romania instead?" Angelina asked. The two of them kept firing out questions and George could barely answer one question, when they would ask another one. Fortunately for George, Katie answered most of the questions for him. George didn't bother correcting her when she got the answers wrong, or not completely right. He just continued scoring goals. After five minutes of practicing, George has scored eighteen goals. That was more than anyone else. The fifth year in the group had the second highest amount, and that was fourteen. All of the other hopeful chasers did fairly well too. Most of the older students noticed something unusual though. It was actually the first years that did the best. George was by far the best one of all, and the three girls were amazing too. Katie scored 13 goals, and Alicia and Angelina both made ten. All of these amounts were great, considering they were only five minutes to practice anyway.
"Do you know why the practice session was so short?" George asked Alicia. Alicia shrugged, "I guess they just want more time for some actual playing." Fred caught up with them, "That's probably why," he agreed. Angelina and Katie ran over to Fred, George, and Alicia. Katie beamed at Fred, "That hit you made was amazing!" she exclaimed. Fred smiled back and blushed, "Thanks. You were very good too."
The next part of the tryout was much more difficult. For one thing, there were twenty-eight people flying on broomsticks. Fred made sure to stay near Katie, because that was who he was assigned to defend. "Quidditch drills are much different than the actual game," he said to Katie. Katie nodded in agreement "Much more boring too," she replied. Fred laughed. He turned to see her face. just in time too. A Bludger was zooming right for it. WACK! Fred hit the Bludger just in time. Once again, it went soaring into the sky until it was out of sight. Everyone was again; shocked by his skills, even though they had already seen it. "Wow!" Katie whispered.
George was the first one to score, just like the first practice time. And once he scored, he didn't stop. By the time Max blew the whistle to signal everyone to stop, George scored 7 goals. That was the highest anyone got that time. And only four other players scored at all. Katie was one of them, but she only scored once. The reason that not as many people scored, was that this practice round only lasted three minutes.
The four Quiditch team members gathered around and began to talk amongst themselves. "That was fast," Alicia said to her friends. "For real," Katie said, "I can't believe I did so bad on the second drill!" "At least you actually scored," Angelina said glumly, "How did you guys get so good?" she asked the twins. The twins looked at each other and shrugged. "We have been playing all our lives," George said. "We have made our decisions," Max said to everyone, "We want to thank everyone for trying out. We want to invite all of you back, but that's impossible. So, we had to cut a few people." his voice trailed off and a blush crept across his face. We want to wish everyone who will be coming back tomorrow the best of luck. "Katie Bell, Angelina Johnson, Alicia Spinnet, and Fred and George Weasley." Fred and George exchanged glances of excitement. 'We made it!' they thought to themselves. Max continued, "Thank you for coming. But unfortunately, we think that you are not, um. not *skilled* enough yet. Um, better luck next year!"
(A/N~ Well, that's it for now, I haven't written the next chapter yet, but I know what's going to happen. Please, PLEASE read and review! Hugz and Kisses! ~*SpiderGirl05*~