Something About Quidditch

By: Lady Firemyst

Chapter 2

Disclaimer: I still don't own Harry Potter. Technically I own four Harry Potter books, but I don't own the story. ^-^; No suing, suing is bad.

Author's note: YAYAYAY!!! I actually made it to chapter two on this one. Good reviews will make me write chapter three so maybe I'll update faster. This one took me some time to start. ^-^; Well, now I present chapter two, further exploits of the Gryffindor second years.

Looking down at her feet, Katie walked into the great hall behind Angelina and Alicia. Snickering was coming from all sides as she passed by students already seated at the house tables. She hid her blue hands in the sleeves of her robe and silently wished that she had put on her hooded cloak to hide her head.

"Katie," Angelina hissed back at her as they walked. "Look up, or you're going to run into something."

Katie sighed and shook her head. She could see where her feet were going, so no one was going to trip her, and, being as they were in front of her, Angelina and Alicia would keep her from walking into anyone. Or at least that's what she hoped.

Unfortunately, Angelina and Alicia ran ahead to allow a student to get up from the Gryffindor table behind them, and in front of Katie. She walked straight into the student, rebounding onto the floor in a heap.

"S…s…sorry," she stammered, making an effort not to look the student in the eye.

"It's ok," she heard a male voice say. "I should have been looking where I was going." He stuck out his hand to help her up.

"No, it was my fault. I…" she trailed off as she followed the hand with her eyes up to the boy's face. Correction, Heath Richards' face. She was sure she'd be blushing bright red if her skin wasn't blue.

Just then, Lee pushed past Heath.

"Katie!" he yelled, grabbing her wrist and pulling her to her feet.

She stood still for a moment, biting her lip and looking sideways at Heath.

"Well, sorry," Heath said. "You ok?"

"Yeah, fine," she replied quietly.

"Good, then," Heath smiled at her, then turned and walked away.

Katie watched him go, then suddenly became conscious that Lee's hand was still on her wrist.

"Come on, Katie dear," he said, leading her to a seat next to where Angelina had just sat down. He then sat on her other side. "Wow," he added once he was seated, "that's a lovely purple shade you've turned."

"Just when I though you were being a gentleman for once," Alicia snapped at him, expressing what Katie was thinking. "You have to blow it with some stupid comment," she rolled her eyes.

"Git," Angelina mumbled.

Lee just laughed and began to eat his dinner, holding a chicken leg in one hand, and his fork in the other.

Katie took a deep breath, trying to calm herself and stop blushing. Who knew that when she blushed red, her blue skin would turn purple? She knew there was a reason for art lessons in her muggle school. Blue and red make purple. Now she just had to make it go away.

She picked up her fork to eat when she heard Fred and George snicker across from her. She looked at her food, then at the twins. She looked back at her plate, picking up a chicken leg to study it. So far, this had not been her day, and falling victim to a Weasly brothers prank would certainly be the icing on the proverbial cake. Glancing back at the twins, she stood up, reached across the table, and shoved the chicken in front of Fred's face.

"Eat," she commanded.

"Wha?" Fred said, in what sounded like a bad feint of innocence.

"Eat," she repeated.

"Katie, what's come over you?" George asked, pushing her hand back and choking on a laugh.

"Eat the chicken, Fred," she said. "I know you did something to it so I won't eat it until you do, so eat!" She shoved the chicken back in front of Fred's face.

Lee was bent over his plate snickering. "It's ok, Katie," he said through a mouth full of food. "We didn't do anything to your dinner. See?" he said as he took the chicken from her hand and took a bite. "See?"

"Fine," she said as she sat back down and began to eat.

"So anyway," George said, giving Katie a sideways glance, "as I was saying…"

"Quidditch tryouts are next week," Alicia interrupted him.

"I wasn't finished, Alicia," George turned to her.

"And what were you going to say, had I not rudely interrupted you?" she asked.

"Well…" George began.

"Well?" Alicia questioned, raising her eyebrow at him.

"Well…" he sighed. "Quidditch tryouts are next week."

"Told ya," Alicia said, satisfied as she took a bite of her potato.

"So we're all trying out, right?" Fred asked, looking around the group.

"Of course," answered Lee.

"We already know about you," George told him. "You're gonna try for the beater positions with us."

"We were asking the girls," Fred added, looking at Angelina.

"Well the answer's the same," she said. "We're all going to go for the chaser positions."

Katie swallowed the food in her mouth and looked down at her plate in an attempt not to make eye contact with anyone. She really wasn't sure she was going to try out. She had already made a fool of herself once; did she really want to do it again? And did she want to run the risk of taking a position away from one of her closest friends? There were only two chaser spots open after all….

"That's gonna be great," Lee said. "But we all have to remember: we're all good players, but there's only so many spots. Two beaters, two chasers. So at least two of us are assured not to get spots." He looked around uncomfortably.

"So we have to keep our egos out of it," Alicia continued for him. "And we'll all support whoever makes the team."

"The two that don't make it can try out next year," offered Angelina. "There'll be more spots then."

Everyone nodded, even Katie.

Maybe I'll just wait until next year, she thought. Then Angelina and Alicia can take the spots this year, and I can practice for tryouts then. She nodded again to herself.

"I take it we're all in?" Fred asked. "And we'll all come out of this still friends?"

He stuck his hand towards the center of the table and blushed a little as Angelina placed hers on top. Alicia added hers next, then George and Lee. They all looked at Katie. She hesitated for a moment, then placed hers on top.

Lee smiled. "Well then," he said. "Let's all finish eating and then head back to the common room to sign up for tryouts."

They all took their hands away and began to eat again.

Katie began to wonder how she was gonna get out of this mess. Her friends were all going to sign up for tryouts together, and they expected her to sign up with them. She still hadn't decided to tryout at all, but she did admit to herself that she had led her friends to think that she would. She also knew that if she said she wouldn't, they would all try to convince her to do it, and she would probably give in. In the midst of a mouthful of potato, she decided to sign up with her friends back in the common room. Signing up didn't mean she had to actually try out. She could always take her name off of the list later, and avoid disappointing her friends for the moment.

"Oi, Katie," Lee said.

"Mmhmn?" she asked.

"Ya know, with that green hair of yours, you're sure to get noticed at tryouts," he said. "The skin'll help a lot too."

"Thanks, Lee," she quipped back. "But don't think I've forgotten that it's all your fault."