(A/N) FINALLY! A new chapter! Hehe. I kinda gave up on this a bit after
a bout of writer's block. BUT, the story is back on the road, even though
I think this chapter is the worst yet. Have fun reading my pooey writing!
Disclaimer- If I SAID that I owned Harry Potter, you'd send me to the asylum, WOULDN'T you? Hmm? I know what you're thinking. o.x
FINE! I own Piper and nothing else! -hands over toe socks- *****
"I'm worried," Piper said, a slight whimper to her words, "What if I can't do it? What if fail as badly as Neville last year? Hermione said it was horrible. Speaking of Neville, where is he? I haven't seen him all day."
"He's fine, probably in the hospital wing again. You know how he is. He's there nearly twice a day, if not more," Ginny replied as her eyes swept back to the stiff, off-white parchment, "And you'll do fine, I know it! It's a family thing, I guess all Malfoys are excellent Quidditch players."
"Yea, and you can see just where Malfoy traditions got me. I'm in Gryffindor and friends with a Weasley."
"Shut up and lets go," Ginny said in an exasperated sigh.
Ginny grabbed Piper's arm and pulled her away from the parchment announcing Quidditch lessons for Ravenclaws and Gryffindors. She dashed out of the Great Hall with Piper trailing a few feet behind, tripping on her robes.
"Trust me or I'll hex you!" Ginny shouted as she traveled past the Herbology greenhouses in a mad sprint. Soon they neared Madame Hooch and the dense crowd of students clustered around her.
"Somehow that doesn't make me too confident," Piper shouted to the figure ahead of her, but it was too late. They were there.
"Students, welcome to your first flying lesson! Please place yourself to the left of one of the brooms provided," Madame Hooch began, gesturing toward the two, long rows of the old, tattered school brooms. They looked as if they'd fall apart the second someone tried to sit upon them. Somehow this danger didn't faze Madam Hooch as she launched into a detailed description of how to take-off.
"Now, don't try to be a hot shot or anything. I just want you to hover for a moment, only a foot off of the ground, or two if you're feeling confident. Then, tip your broom slightly forward to return safely to the ground. I must remind you that Ravenclaw is keeping their eyes open for a new keeper and Gryffindor happens to be in dire need of a chaser," Madame Hooch said, her eyes scanning the mass of students, blue and crimson badges visible on their robes, "I don't expect any child protegies, but you never know. There may be one in our very midst."
"Children, hold your hand directly over the handle and shout, UP! Say it firmly, yet not menacingly. These brooms tend to be touchy in their old age."
Madam Hooch watched appraisingly as the students diligently attempted to call the broom into their hands. Many faces were flushed pink with frustration before the docile brooms slowly and shakily made their way into the students' hands.
"Now, on the count of three: 1...2...3..."
The students rose off of the ground nervously, their feet dangling a mere foot from the ground at most and they clung to the broom handles with clammy hands and white knuckles, but Piper was a whole other story.
Piper shot into the air like a bullet, leaving her now insignificant fears and worries behind. She was an eagle spreading her wings for the first time, a cougar feeling the earth beneath her paws and the wind whistling past her. It was wonderful, it was ecstasy. It was freedom.
"I said to hover, Ms. Malfoy.... I said HOVER!"
Piper ignored Madame Hooch's desperate pleas as she twirled and pirouetted. She preformed crazy leaps and dives in the clear, baby blue sky with a wide, toothy grin plastered on her face, oblivious to her surroundings.
Flying... she thought happily, this sure as hell is my drug of choice.
It seemed like hours before Madame Hooch's calls penetrated Piper's train of thought and she floated smoothly and gracefully back down to earth, her face contorted with resentment.
"Well, that was some show of talent Miss Malfoy, but you directly disobeyed orders. Five points from Gryffindor," Madame Hooch lectured, her face set in a stern frown. Her features loosened slightly and she gave Piper a weak smile, "I'll make sure to set up a meeting with you and Mr. Wood soon."
*****
It was two days later and Piper's gaze was fixated upon the smiling face of Oliver Wood.
"You're on the team," Oliver Wood said, his rich, dark brown eyes boring deep into Piper's own, "C'mon now, lets have you meet the rest of 'em. They're all waiting out there for ya, all but Harry. No worries, he'll be here soon."
Piper set a false grin upon her face and clutched her sleek, black Nimbus 2001 tightly as she greeted her four teammates. Her broom was brand new, bought especially for the occasion. After all, nobody had forced Piper to take up flying before and she had never ventured to ask if she could.
"There he is!" Oliver shouted suddenly and pointed a figure flouncing toward the Quidditch pitch. It was Harry.
Piper snorted as she began to shake Fred's hand. Or was it George? No, It doesn't matter, Piper thought, they're not my type of crowd anyway. They're over-achievers, overly perfect, overly perky... just too much of everything, in fact.
Piper brought her attention back towards Harry. He was briskly walking toward the team in a way that...Well, in a way that could only be described as flouncing. She had always had an extreme distaste for people who flounced, to put it lightly. This feeling was, of course, mutual with Draco. They had always found that those who flounced tended to be pompous, annoying. Most people assumed that flouncing was a feminine trait... well, it was. But, that didn't stop Harry from doing it. His chin was raised a bit too high, his shoulders were swung back, and his steps lengthily, slightly bouncy, even.
No wonder Drano hates him.
Piper shook her head slightly and gave herself a mental slap. No need to be rude, plenty of time for THAT later. She resumed her forced smile and continued to shake hands with Fred/George.
"Oi! Piper! You know the basics of quidditch, right? Good! Care to join us in practice? We'll have to test the limit to your abilities sooner or later," Oliver said suddenly, shaking Piper from her thoughts.
"It'll be fun!" A Weasley chimed in.
"Uh, sure. Sounds great." Piper answered, her slim fingers kneading her robe in anticipation, the other hand gripping her broom tightly.
"Good luck," Harry said with an unreadable grin. He brushed his hand quickly on his robes, attempting to brush off the dirt before he reached out to shake Piper's hand.
"Sod off, you mangy git," Piper hissed with disgust.
"This'll be a fun year..." Harry mumbled as he watched Piper stalk off.
Disclaimer- If I SAID that I owned Harry Potter, you'd send me to the asylum, WOULDN'T you? Hmm? I know what you're thinking. o.x
FINE! I own Piper and nothing else! -hands over toe socks- *****
"I'm worried," Piper said, a slight whimper to her words, "What if I can't do it? What if fail as badly as Neville last year? Hermione said it was horrible. Speaking of Neville, where is he? I haven't seen him all day."
"He's fine, probably in the hospital wing again. You know how he is. He's there nearly twice a day, if not more," Ginny replied as her eyes swept back to the stiff, off-white parchment, "And you'll do fine, I know it! It's a family thing, I guess all Malfoys are excellent Quidditch players."
"Yea, and you can see just where Malfoy traditions got me. I'm in Gryffindor and friends with a Weasley."
"Shut up and lets go," Ginny said in an exasperated sigh.
Ginny grabbed Piper's arm and pulled her away from the parchment announcing Quidditch lessons for Ravenclaws and Gryffindors. She dashed out of the Great Hall with Piper trailing a few feet behind, tripping on her robes.
"Trust me or I'll hex you!" Ginny shouted as she traveled past the Herbology greenhouses in a mad sprint. Soon they neared Madame Hooch and the dense crowd of students clustered around her.
"Somehow that doesn't make me too confident," Piper shouted to the figure ahead of her, but it was too late. They were there.
"Students, welcome to your first flying lesson! Please place yourself to the left of one of the brooms provided," Madame Hooch began, gesturing toward the two, long rows of the old, tattered school brooms. They looked as if they'd fall apart the second someone tried to sit upon them. Somehow this danger didn't faze Madam Hooch as she launched into a detailed description of how to take-off.
"Now, don't try to be a hot shot or anything. I just want you to hover for a moment, only a foot off of the ground, or two if you're feeling confident. Then, tip your broom slightly forward to return safely to the ground. I must remind you that Ravenclaw is keeping their eyes open for a new keeper and Gryffindor happens to be in dire need of a chaser," Madame Hooch said, her eyes scanning the mass of students, blue and crimson badges visible on their robes, "I don't expect any child protegies, but you never know. There may be one in our very midst."
"Children, hold your hand directly over the handle and shout, UP! Say it firmly, yet not menacingly. These brooms tend to be touchy in their old age."
Madam Hooch watched appraisingly as the students diligently attempted to call the broom into their hands. Many faces were flushed pink with frustration before the docile brooms slowly and shakily made their way into the students' hands.
"Now, on the count of three: 1...2...3..."
The students rose off of the ground nervously, their feet dangling a mere foot from the ground at most and they clung to the broom handles with clammy hands and white knuckles, but Piper was a whole other story.
Piper shot into the air like a bullet, leaving her now insignificant fears and worries behind. She was an eagle spreading her wings for the first time, a cougar feeling the earth beneath her paws and the wind whistling past her. It was wonderful, it was ecstasy. It was freedom.
"I said to hover, Ms. Malfoy.... I said HOVER!"
Piper ignored Madame Hooch's desperate pleas as she twirled and pirouetted. She preformed crazy leaps and dives in the clear, baby blue sky with a wide, toothy grin plastered on her face, oblivious to her surroundings.
Flying... she thought happily, this sure as hell is my drug of choice.
It seemed like hours before Madame Hooch's calls penetrated Piper's train of thought and she floated smoothly and gracefully back down to earth, her face contorted with resentment.
"Well, that was some show of talent Miss Malfoy, but you directly disobeyed orders. Five points from Gryffindor," Madame Hooch lectured, her face set in a stern frown. Her features loosened slightly and she gave Piper a weak smile, "I'll make sure to set up a meeting with you and Mr. Wood soon."
*****
It was two days later and Piper's gaze was fixated upon the smiling face of Oliver Wood.
"You're on the team," Oliver Wood said, his rich, dark brown eyes boring deep into Piper's own, "C'mon now, lets have you meet the rest of 'em. They're all waiting out there for ya, all but Harry. No worries, he'll be here soon."
Piper set a false grin upon her face and clutched her sleek, black Nimbus 2001 tightly as she greeted her four teammates. Her broom was brand new, bought especially for the occasion. After all, nobody had forced Piper to take up flying before and she had never ventured to ask if she could.
"There he is!" Oliver shouted suddenly and pointed a figure flouncing toward the Quidditch pitch. It was Harry.
Piper snorted as she began to shake Fred's hand. Or was it George? No, It doesn't matter, Piper thought, they're not my type of crowd anyway. They're over-achievers, overly perfect, overly perky... just too much of everything, in fact.
Piper brought her attention back towards Harry. He was briskly walking toward the team in a way that...Well, in a way that could only be described as flouncing. She had always had an extreme distaste for people who flounced, to put it lightly. This feeling was, of course, mutual with Draco. They had always found that those who flounced tended to be pompous, annoying. Most people assumed that flouncing was a feminine trait... well, it was. But, that didn't stop Harry from doing it. His chin was raised a bit too high, his shoulders were swung back, and his steps lengthily, slightly bouncy, even.
No wonder Drano hates him.
Piper shook her head slightly and gave herself a mental slap. No need to be rude, plenty of time for THAT later. She resumed her forced smile and continued to shake hands with Fred/George.
"Oi! Piper! You know the basics of quidditch, right? Good! Care to join us in practice? We'll have to test the limit to your abilities sooner or later," Oliver said suddenly, shaking Piper from her thoughts.
"It'll be fun!" A Weasley chimed in.
"Uh, sure. Sounds great." Piper answered, her slim fingers kneading her robe in anticipation, the other hand gripping her broom tightly.
"Good luck," Harry said with an unreadable grin. He brushed his hand quickly on his robes, attempting to brush off the dirt before he reached out to shake Piper's hand.
"Sod off, you mangy git," Piper hissed with disgust.
"This'll be a fun year..." Harry mumbled as he watched Piper stalk off.