Elisabeth opened her Defence Against The Dark Arts book and sat down
at her spot.
Lupin walked in and told them to put their books away. "I know you can read," he said. "What I really need to know is if you can defend yourself against the dark arts."
"I don't know about everyone else but I know how to defend myself against werewolves." A Slytherin boy said pointedly.
Lupin took a sip of his coffee. "We do not study werewolves until third year, however if you would like to write a report on the subject for me, I would be more than open to giving you extra credit."
The boy slouched down in his chair and Lupin smiled. The class was interrupted suddenly by the arrival of a rather frightened looking young man. "Is Elisabeth Potter in this class?"
"Yes, why?"
"Liam O'Brenien is urgently needed, I've come to relieve him."
Liam stood up and walked over to the boy. They spoke for several moments and Liam gestured for Lupin, after a moment something was decided and Liam returned to his spot. "What was that about?" Daniel asked.
"I don't know." Elisabeth turned in her spot. "What did that guy want?" she asked Liam.
"Shhh. I'll tell you after."
Elisabeth turned and faced the front, waiting to see what Lupin was planning for their lesson.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"So, what did that kid want?"
Liam smiled his half-smile. "That kid is six years older than me lass."
"Well what did he want?" They were sitting out by the lake, watching the giant squid.
"They wanted me to come back to the prison."
"Are you going to go?"
"Probably not. I figure if I stay here, do some work around the school, I can leave and find meself a better job than what Azkaban has to offer, which is basically nothing, besides a place to sleep and three meals a day."
"Why do you work there then?"
"Unlike yourself, I 'aven't got much of a choice."
"But you could teach, or work at the bank! You could do so many things,why work at Azkaban?"
"You'll find, dear Elisabeth, that the wizarding world is as unbalanced and unfair as the Muggle world. 'Sides, f'I don't work at Azkaban, and no one else works there, they'll have to bring the Dementors back, and that'll be the last thing we're needin', what with things the way they are."
"What did you want to be when you were little?"
"Don't matter what you wanted, t'only matters what is. Now come on, you 'ave a Quidditch game."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Hey, Lis?"
"Yeah?"
"Look, I'm sorry about, earlier. Can we just forget about it?"
"Yeah, I'm sorry too. I've just been kinda, messed, lately."
Chase nodded. "Yeah. No problem."
"Okay! Team! This is the first game of the season-"
"Is it?" Signey asked.
"Gosh, I thought I missed the first game." Elisabeth said.
"What a relief. Here I was thinking that I missed an entire day."
"Would you two please SHUT UP?"
"Well someone is EDGY today."
"Shut up Liljiquist."
"Hey! I notice that I am convieniently blamed for everything when it was actually ELISABETH."
"Now you hush, it wasn't me, it was you. Deal with it."
Signey opened her mouth.
"Thank you Signey."
She closed it again.
"Now look, last year we had an easy win on the cup. But this year we're going to have to work at it. We're the only team who lost a player, so everyone else knows their team mates, we really have to work at it. We're going to have to use our new player to our advantage as much as possible."
"I'm not really new-"
"Yes you are." Christina snapped. Arthur sat back, surprised. "Anyway, Gryffindor is good, but not as good as us. Spin the Swede off his broom and we have us an easy win."
"She just switched from telling us that we would have an impossible time to telling us we had to slaughter one guy to win."
"I know it."
"Oh, and one more thing. There are going to be scouts out there so play your best."
"Scouts?"
"They never had scouts before-"
Even though she was only in her second year, Elisabeth found herself getting anxious as she mounted her broom and flew out. Despite their efforts to try and blend in, the scouts stuck out like sour thumbs. Elisabeth recognised Draco immediately, and sitting next to him was the captain of the French national team. To his right was a woman her father had pointed out to her at a game in Armenia, Amina Avidisian and next to her- "Oh my god, it's my dad! That should be illegal, why is he here?" Elisabeth moaned.
"Oh relax, he isn't even going to be watching you. Do you think he will look at you? Maybe I should fly near the goal, just in case, do you think he'll come talk to you after the game? I could really use his autograph-"
"I gave you thirty napkins with his autograph, Derrick, what is wrong with you?"
Elisabeth looked up into the stands, her dad was leaning across Amina, whispering something to Draco, who almost fell off his seat laughing. He told it to Amina who smiled and shook her head, then he repeated it to the French man who got a horrified look on his face and slapped him.
Elisabeth sighed heavily. This was her father, he was going to watch her first Quidditch game, but his ulterior motive was to do nothing more than embarrass her.
"Just relax." Christina said, flying up next to her.
"I wish." Still, Elisabeth tried to concentrate on her and not on her father, who was repeatedly offending the Frenchman. She managed to stop most of the shots and they won (barely).
Elisabeth changed quickly and hurried back to the castle, hoping to catch her dad before he left. "Hann-Madame Abbot!"
"Ye-ess?"
"Has my dad left?"
"No, I don't believe so. I think he's taking tea with Madame Chang and the other scouts. You want to catch up with him?"
"If it's no trouble."
Hannah nodded and let her into the staff room.
"Hey Hann." Harry said as they walked in. "Oh, hey Lis, what's up?"
"You didn't tell me you were going to be here." She said, sitting down next to him.
"Smooth Harry." Draco said, smailing.
"Oh you hush. I actually didn't know until about ten minutes before the game. Wood was supposed to go but he got sick and they sent me. Much to the chagrin of our friend Jauques."
"My name is not Jauques!" the French man exclaimed. "It's Jack." He mumbled.
"Oh absolutely."
"So Elisabeth, who do you think the Armenian's need on their team?"
"Well my first suggestion is that you scrap everyone with the exception of yourself, Ms Avidisian, but honestly? Saxon Walker is your best bet out of this years graduating class but he's a hothead. You might also consider Mordecai Devra, on Hufflepuff or Caleb Meehanian. Also, Aleni Goudioso is very impressive if you don't mind waiting till she graduates at the end of next year."
Everyone looked at her and burst out laughing. "Quite a little scout you've got ther Potter. What about yourself?"
"Me? Oh, I don't want to play Quidditch, personally."
Harry grinned. "Well we have some discussing to do, so you had better get going baby, I'll talk to you later."
Elisabeth nodded and remembered to get everyone's autograph for Derrick before she left.
Lupin walked in and told them to put their books away. "I know you can read," he said. "What I really need to know is if you can defend yourself against the dark arts."
"I don't know about everyone else but I know how to defend myself against werewolves." A Slytherin boy said pointedly.
Lupin took a sip of his coffee. "We do not study werewolves until third year, however if you would like to write a report on the subject for me, I would be more than open to giving you extra credit."
The boy slouched down in his chair and Lupin smiled. The class was interrupted suddenly by the arrival of a rather frightened looking young man. "Is Elisabeth Potter in this class?"
"Yes, why?"
"Liam O'Brenien is urgently needed, I've come to relieve him."
Liam stood up and walked over to the boy. They spoke for several moments and Liam gestured for Lupin, after a moment something was decided and Liam returned to his spot. "What was that about?" Daniel asked.
"I don't know." Elisabeth turned in her spot. "What did that guy want?" she asked Liam.
"Shhh. I'll tell you after."
Elisabeth turned and faced the front, waiting to see what Lupin was planning for their lesson.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"So, what did that kid want?"
Liam smiled his half-smile. "That kid is six years older than me lass."
"Well what did he want?" They were sitting out by the lake, watching the giant squid.
"They wanted me to come back to the prison."
"Are you going to go?"
"Probably not. I figure if I stay here, do some work around the school, I can leave and find meself a better job than what Azkaban has to offer, which is basically nothing, besides a place to sleep and three meals a day."
"Why do you work there then?"
"Unlike yourself, I 'aven't got much of a choice."
"But you could teach, or work at the bank! You could do so many things,why work at Azkaban?"
"You'll find, dear Elisabeth, that the wizarding world is as unbalanced and unfair as the Muggle world. 'Sides, f'I don't work at Azkaban, and no one else works there, they'll have to bring the Dementors back, and that'll be the last thing we're needin', what with things the way they are."
"What did you want to be when you were little?"
"Don't matter what you wanted, t'only matters what is. Now come on, you 'ave a Quidditch game."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Hey, Lis?"
"Yeah?"
"Look, I'm sorry about, earlier. Can we just forget about it?"
"Yeah, I'm sorry too. I've just been kinda, messed, lately."
Chase nodded. "Yeah. No problem."
"Okay! Team! This is the first game of the season-"
"Is it?" Signey asked.
"Gosh, I thought I missed the first game." Elisabeth said.
"What a relief. Here I was thinking that I missed an entire day."
"Would you two please SHUT UP?"
"Well someone is EDGY today."
"Shut up Liljiquist."
"Hey! I notice that I am convieniently blamed for everything when it was actually ELISABETH."
"Now you hush, it wasn't me, it was you. Deal with it."
Signey opened her mouth.
"Thank you Signey."
She closed it again.
"Now look, last year we had an easy win on the cup. But this year we're going to have to work at it. We're the only team who lost a player, so everyone else knows their team mates, we really have to work at it. We're going to have to use our new player to our advantage as much as possible."
"I'm not really new-"
"Yes you are." Christina snapped. Arthur sat back, surprised. "Anyway, Gryffindor is good, but not as good as us. Spin the Swede off his broom and we have us an easy win."
"She just switched from telling us that we would have an impossible time to telling us we had to slaughter one guy to win."
"I know it."
"Oh, and one more thing. There are going to be scouts out there so play your best."
"Scouts?"
"They never had scouts before-"
Even though she was only in her second year, Elisabeth found herself getting anxious as she mounted her broom and flew out. Despite their efforts to try and blend in, the scouts stuck out like sour thumbs. Elisabeth recognised Draco immediately, and sitting next to him was the captain of the French national team. To his right was a woman her father had pointed out to her at a game in Armenia, Amina Avidisian and next to her- "Oh my god, it's my dad! That should be illegal, why is he here?" Elisabeth moaned.
"Oh relax, he isn't even going to be watching you. Do you think he will look at you? Maybe I should fly near the goal, just in case, do you think he'll come talk to you after the game? I could really use his autograph-"
"I gave you thirty napkins with his autograph, Derrick, what is wrong with you?"
Elisabeth looked up into the stands, her dad was leaning across Amina, whispering something to Draco, who almost fell off his seat laughing. He told it to Amina who smiled and shook her head, then he repeated it to the French man who got a horrified look on his face and slapped him.
Elisabeth sighed heavily. This was her father, he was going to watch her first Quidditch game, but his ulterior motive was to do nothing more than embarrass her.
"Just relax." Christina said, flying up next to her.
"I wish." Still, Elisabeth tried to concentrate on her and not on her father, who was repeatedly offending the Frenchman. She managed to stop most of the shots and they won (barely).
Elisabeth changed quickly and hurried back to the castle, hoping to catch her dad before he left. "Hann-Madame Abbot!"
"Ye-ess?"
"Has my dad left?"
"No, I don't believe so. I think he's taking tea with Madame Chang and the other scouts. You want to catch up with him?"
"If it's no trouble."
Hannah nodded and let her into the staff room.
"Hey Hann." Harry said as they walked in. "Oh, hey Lis, what's up?"
"You didn't tell me you were going to be here." She said, sitting down next to him.
"Smooth Harry." Draco said, smailing.
"Oh you hush. I actually didn't know until about ten minutes before the game. Wood was supposed to go but he got sick and they sent me. Much to the chagrin of our friend Jauques."
"My name is not Jauques!" the French man exclaimed. "It's Jack." He mumbled.
"Oh absolutely."
"So Elisabeth, who do you think the Armenian's need on their team?"
"Well my first suggestion is that you scrap everyone with the exception of yourself, Ms Avidisian, but honestly? Saxon Walker is your best bet out of this years graduating class but he's a hothead. You might also consider Mordecai Devra, on Hufflepuff or Caleb Meehanian. Also, Aleni Goudioso is very impressive if you don't mind waiting till she graduates at the end of next year."
Everyone looked at her and burst out laughing. "Quite a little scout you've got ther Potter. What about yourself?"
"Me? Oh, I don't want to play Quidditch, personally."
Harry grinned. "Well we have some discussing to do, so you had better get going baby, I'll talk to you later."
Elisabeth nodded and remembered to get everyone's autograph for Derrick before she left.