"Girls! Girls! Get up!" Minerva McGonagall yelled, "I told you that you had
practice this morning!"
Blaire yawned, and got out of her four poster bed,
"Why does it always seem these beds are more comfortable in the morn? I mean, sure they're comfortable, but nothing beats a warm bed on an icy cold morning when you have to get out for Quidditch practice." She said in a heavy Scottish accent.
All the girls laughed at that, even Minerva.
"Yes, well, it's not my fault fifth years don't have brains in their heads, and decide to go to bed a midnight either," Minerva said more practically.
"Humph!" Melissa said, "I bet you did the same thing!"
"Well, I'm going down to the pitch, we have to assign the captain, and I'd like to see your new brooms. The, ahh, spectators should be waiting."
~
It was cold and icy outside, and the air was full of moisture. Instead of walking down to the pitch, each girl jumped on their brooms and raced down,
"No sense in getting cold feet! I mean, once your feet are cold, it just ruins the whole morn!" Blaire was mumbling.
~
They were shocked to find when they arrived the head of the Department of Magical Games and Sports, Ludo Bagman.
They landed in formation,
"Why hello girls, nice morning for flying I think, don't you?"
They all nodded in approval.
"What brings you here Mr. Bagman?" Margo asked sweetly.
"Well I've brought along a photographer and some other personnel who have avidly awaited the permission to watch the first all girls Quidditch team Hogwarts has ever seen!"
"You do flatter me," Mel said, fluttering her eyelashes.
"Okay girls, we don't want to bore our spectators now, so let's get to our first order of business shall we?"
The girls nodded,
"Alright, we need to get a captain. I thought that Miss Nguyen would do perfectly, are there any apposed?"
No one raised their hands,
"Okay then, let's get to the practice. Get warmed up, then go into the Hawkshead Attacking formation, I want the beaters in the same formation with the keeper. I want the seeker weaving between the chasers, Blaire, I want a Wronski Feint. From the Hawkshead, I want the chasers to pull a Parskoff Ploy. Then land and I'll give you further instructions. GO!" Minerva advised as she then blew her shrill whistle.
The girls rose, and began to spin, and dive, and weave between the goal posts.
From below they heard Prof. McGonagall yell "GO!"
Immediately, the chasers went into the Hawkshead, a formation resembling an arrow head, where one chaser was in front, the other two on either side close behind. The beaters made a triangle with the keeper, but not moving, while Blaire began to dive in between the chasers, diving towards the ground. Then the chasers maneuvered into position for the Parskoff.
"Perfect!" McGonagall yelled.
She then gave Ashley the quaffle.
"I'll release the beaters and the snitch as soon as you're in the air. What I want to see happen after you finish the Parskoff is for Ashley to go behind the goal posts. Since Melanie should be the last person to hold the quaffle after the Parskoff, I want Melanie to pass the Quaffle in between the posts, but no through one to Ashley, who will then pass it back to Jenna, who can easily put it through an uncovered hoop because we will have the opposite keeper confused. Margo and Harriett, I want you two to practice aiming the bludgers to specific targets. Blaire, I want you to wait five minutes to catch the snitch. Try these maneuvers five times, and then come down, and we'll try some of the plays that Jenna has created for us.
The beaters, the chasers and the keepers rose and began to practice.
Blaire waited with Minerva, and watched from below.
"Looks like a beautifully choreographed ballet," Blaire commented.
Minerva nodded,
"Okay Blaire, go!"
Blaire jumped on her broom, and rose above all the players. She adjusted her contacts, and looked around the field. The sun was out, so maybe the snitch would reflect something.
Then she saw a glint. She had only been in the air for a minute, and she was off, in hot pursuit of the tiny winged ball.
She dove in and out of the goalposts, and dove effortlessly towards the ground, and after a minute of seeking, she has the golden snitch caught.
When she landed, Ludo came over to shake her hand,
"Even the great Harry Potter could not spin like you can m'dear!"
All the girls landed, and Minerva congratulated them,
"Excellent flying girls. The Hufflepuffs' will not be able to keep up with you. That last Parskoff was truly enjoyable to watch, you should all be pleased with yourself."
All the girls smiled,
"Mr. Fromagh would like to take a picture for the Prophet, so smile!"
~
Two days after the last practice, the owls were invading the great hall. As usual, the team was sitting together, chatting about their classes. Bruiser, Blaire's tiny owl delivered the daily prophet, and a couple enveloped parcels.
Blaire first untied the Newspaper, and found their article smack dab on the front page.
"Look girls, we're on the front page!" Blaire began to read aloud,
"Hogwart's First All Girls Quidditch team is ready for battle."
"Wow! Awesome!" Harriett commented.
Melanie also noticed the girls had received the same white envelope with the same blue seal,
"I wonder what these are?"
They each opened their letters, and found the same note,
Dear Miss Weasley,
We request your attendance at the Future Athlete's Quidditch Tryouts in March. Please respond immediately,
Sincerely Robert Marchov,
Head Trainer Future Atheletes.
~
Disclaimer: I do not own Hogwarts or Quidditch, or anything else belonging to JK Rowling.
Blaire yawned, and got out of her four poster bed,
"Why does it always seem these beds are more comfortable in the morn? I mean, sure they're comfortable, but nothing beats a warm bed on an icy cold morning when you have to get out for Quidditch practice." She said in a heavy Scottish accent.
All the girls laughed at that, even Minerva.
"Yes, well, it's not my fault fifth years don't have brains in their heads, and decide to go to bed a midnight either," Minerva said more practically.
"Humph!" Melissa said, "I bet you did the same thing!"
"Well, I'm going down to the pitch, we have to assign the captain, and I'd like to see your new brooms. The, ahh, spectators should be waiting."
~
It was cold and icy outside, and the air was full of moisture. Instead of walking down to the pitch, each girl jumped on their brooms and raced down,
"No sense in getting cold feet! I mean, once your feet are cold, it just ruins the whole morn!" Blaire was mumbling.
~
They were shocked to find when they arrived the head of the Department of Magical Games and Sports, Ludo Bagman.
They landed in formation,
"Why hello girls, nice morning for flying I think, don't you?"
They all nodded in approval.
"What brings you here Mr. Bagman?" Margo asked sweetly.
"Well I've brought along a photographer and some other personnel who have avidly awaited the permission to watch the first all girls Quidditch team Hogwarts has ever seen!"
"You do flatter me," Mel said, fluttering her eyelashes.
"Okay girls, we don't want to bore our spectators now, so let's get to our first order of business shall we?"
The girls nodded,
"Alright, we need to get a captain. I thought that Miss Nguyen would do perfectly, are there any apposed?"
No one raised their hands,
"Okay then, let's get to the practice. Get warmed up, then go into the Hawkshead Attacking formation, I want the beaters in the same formation with the keeper. I want the seeker weaving between the chasers, Blaire, I want a Wronski Feint. From the Hawkshead, I want the chasers to pull a Parskoff Ploy. Then land and I'll give you further instructions. GO!" Minerva advised as she then blew her shrill whistle.
The girls rose, and began to spin, and dive, and weave between the goal posts.
From below they heard Prof. McGonagall yell "GO!"
Immediately, the chasers went into the Hawkshead, a formation resembling an arrow head, where one chaser was in front, the other two on either side close behind. The beaters made a triangle with the keeper, but not moving, while Blaire began to dive in between the chasers, diving towards the ground. Then the chasers maneuvered into position for the Parskoff.
"Perfect!" McGonagall yelled.
She then gave Ashley the quaffle.
"I'll release the beaters and the snitch as soon as you're in the air. What I want to see happen after you finish the Parskoff is for Ashley to go behind the goal posts. Since Melanie should be the last person to hold the quaffle after the Parskoff, I want Melanie to pass the Quaffle in between the posts, but no through one to Ashley, who will then pass it back to Jenna, who can easily put it through an uncovered hoop because we will have the opposite keeper confused. Margo and Harriett, I want you two to practice aiming the bludgers to specific targets. Blaire, I want you to wait five minutes to catch the snitch. Try these maneuvers five times, and then come down, and we'll try some of the plays that Jenna has created for us.
The beaters, the chasers and the keepers rose and began to practice.
Blaire waited with Minerva, and watched from below.
"Looks like a beautifully choreographed ballet," Blaire commented.
Minerva nodded,
"Okay Blaire, go!"
Blaire jumped on her broom, and rose above all the players. She adjusted her contacts, and looked around the field. The sun was out, so maybe the snitch would reflect something.
Then she saw a glint. She had only been in the air for a minute, and she was off, in hot pursuit of the tiny winged ball.
She dove in and out of the goalposts, and dove effortlessly towards the ground, and after a minute of seeking, she has the golden snitch caught.
When she landed, Ludo came over to shake her hand,
"Even the great Harry Potter could not spin like you can m'dear!"
All the girls landed, and Minerva congratulated them,
"Excellent flying girls. The Hufflepuffs' will not be able to keep up with you. That last Parskoff was truly enjoyable to watch, you should all be pleased with yourself."
All the girls smiled,
"Mr. Fromagh would like to take a picture for the Prophet, so smile!"
~
Two days after the last practice, the owls were invading the great hall. As usual, the team was sitting together, chatting about their classes. Bruiser, Blaire's tiny owl delivered the daily prophet, and a couple enveloped parcels.
Blaire first untied the Newspaper, and found their article smack dab on the front page.
"Look girls, we're on the front page!" Blaire began to read aloud,
"Hogwart's First All Girls Quidditch team is ready for battle."
"Wow! Awesome!" Harriett commented.
Melanie also noticed the girls had received the same white envelope with the same blue seal,
"I wonder what these are?"
They each opened their letters, and found the same note,
Dear Miss Weasley,
We request your attendance at the Future Athlete's Quidditch Tryouts in March. Please respond immediately,
Sincerely Robert Marchov,
Head Trainer Future Atheletes.
~
Disclaimer: I do not own Hogwarts or Quidditch, or anything else belonging to JK Rowling.