Shades of Darkness
Disclaimer: If you've made it this far surley you know that I don't own anything except a few new characters.
A/N: Here is the next chapter. It is not too eventful, still setting the stage for my plot pretty much. Thanks to my reviewers, and I can't thank anyone that reviewed Ch. 6 individually right now, as Im posting it at the same time. So if you have reivewed, thanks, and if you haven't do, even if it sucks.
Chapter 7: Tryouts
I awoke Saturday morning well before the rest of the Ravenclaws. Quidditch tryouts started at 8:00 and I wanted to practice flying a bit before the actual tryouts. After all, I hadn't flown sense I had moved to Britain and it would do me good to get back the feel of my precious Nimbus before I went out and flew in front of half of the Ravenclaws at the tryouts.
I made my way down to the Great Hall to see if there was any breakfest at the tables this early in the morning. Surprisingly enough, there was. I grabbed a couple of pieces of toast, slopped some scrambled eggs on them, and began to make my way to the Entrance Hall when I heard some voices coming from the dungeons. I was about to ignore them and keep going when I heard my name.
"...and if Thiel finds the book it could be disatrous..." I ducked down under the Slytherin table and cocked my ear to the side so that I could hear better. The two people that were talking walked up to the head table and sat down, this put them almost out of my hearing range but I could still pick up a few words and pharses. "Absoulutley not!...rises again....out of...mind...death...Malfoy...Potter...ridiculous...But what if...worse than Volde...from the north...vampires will...darkness...we must do...now!"
After what seemed like hours of inaudible whispering one of the the two people seeminly slamed their fist down on the table and screamed, "ABSOULUTLEY NOT. YOUR FUCKING CRAZY MS. DOORSHADOW, CRAZY!"
I heard some footsteps and then a dark cloaked male figure with dark black hair and dark eyes went storming past my hiding place in a fury. After a few more minutes I heard the other person stand up and begin walking in the same direction as the man before her. For it was a her, and she couldn't have been more than 19. She, like the man before her, had dark hair and eyes. She was wearing leather, or perhaps Dragonhide, pants and a jacket of the same material.. She looked quite good in my opinon, that is if you liked the "I'm a bad-ass bitch" look, for the she definatley looked like someone that you wouldn't want to mess with unless you wanted to be knocked out cold on the floor.
But perhaps the oddest thing about her appearance was that she was wearing a belt with two swords strapped in it. She also had a small crossbow slung over her shoulder and, apon closser inspection, she had wooden stakes hidden in her combat boots. I decided that she could be nothing more or less then one bad-ass vampire slayer. And my life gets more complicated.
***
My mind was still racing when the rest of the Ravenclaws began to wander down to the Quidditch Pitch with various forms of nervousness and excitment as the tryouts approached.
I flew a couple more times around the pitch before coming down and landing where a small crowd was beggining to gather around. I quickly found Kevin and Terry and made my way over to them.
"You were down here early." The ever observant Terry noted.
"Nervous." I replied.
"The feeling is mutual."
"Why did Davis insist that Ravenclaws hold the first tryout of the day. I could use some more sleep." Kevin had dull, half open eyes and wasn't looking exactly cheerful. I wasn't exactly surprised as I remembered Kevin and some 4th year boy starting up a chess game about the time I had been going to sleep the previous night. Barking mad if you ask me, staying up late before quidditch tryouts. Did I say barking mad? Heaven forbid, I'm developing and English accent. (A/N.. I actually I love English accenta, Im just not sure how keen I would be on saying 'barking mad' instead of 'friggin crazy')
The crowd hushed as a 7th year boy that I recongnized as Roger David or Davis or something like that emerged from the locker room. It didn't take long for me to realize that he must be the Quidditch Captin when he stood up on a small platform and began to talk in a loud booming voice.
"Alright then. I see that we have a rather large turnout today. Good, good, as long as some of you have some decent amount of talent. Hell, I mean a lot of talent. Ravenclaw hasn't won a Quidditch Cup in over 10 years and I, personally, am sick of losing to the cheating Slytherins and big-headed Gryffindors." The small crowd muttered cheers of agreement. "If you make the team, make no mistake, you had better be commited to practicing hard." He paused for a minute, before adding, "at 5 in the morinig that is."
A couple of the younger hopefuls goulped. I, however, rolled my eyes. Quidditch Captins are way to cliche.
"Right then, there are four positons open this year, three chasers and one beater. Now, seperate into the postion that you are wanting to play. Chasers to the left, Beaters to the right." He paused for second and then added, "Cho, Doran...will you to come over hear and help me," motioning towards Cho and a burly 7th year boy that I didn't really know.
About ten of the students drifted over to the left, including Terry, Keven, and me, while the remaining five or six hopefuls stepped over to the right.
"Ok then, this is how we are going to do this. Im going to divide you chasers into three teams. I'll also assign some beaters to your teams. Me and Cho will be the keepers and we'll have some scrimmages. Right then. Team 1 will have Keenen, McDownwald and Fermi as your chasers and Michael Davies and Brockinham as your beaters. Team 2 will have Talent, Thiel, and Ackerly as chasers and McCorneil and Adam Fletcher as your beaters."
I walked over to where fellow 5th year Lauren Talent, a couple of brawny 4th year boys and a small pimply boy who could be no higher than 3rd year were standing. I turned as listend as "Boot, Brown, Walker, Johnson and Riley" became the third team.
"Team one and two first. On my whistle."
The whistle sounded and kicked off from the ground. I was suddenly in utter bliss as my hair flew around wildley in the wind. Everything seemed in slow motion as Kevin and Team 1 took hold of the quaffle and headed towards the goal that Cho was guarding. I immediatley cut off Kevin, he nearly was knocked off his broom as I circled around him and cut him off again. Kevin threw the quaffle in a hurry as he saw me closing in again. Chicken.
His wobbly pass was easily intercercpetd by Talent. I was already off in the other direction and easily caught a pass from Lauren. Now Davies was the only person between me and the goal posts. I faked a shot to the left and then swooped right all the way around the goal posts. Davies was following me with his eyes. I noticed that the rest of the players were making it down to my side of the field. I subconsiously dodged a stray bludger and then turned to face the goals agian. Suddenly I let loose a burst of speed, spiraling like a rocket stright towards Roger Davies. He panicked and dodged down below the goal post. In a blink of and eye I changed directions and was suddenly rocketing upwards. Now that nobody was guarding the goals I made an easy score by tossing the quaffle through one of the hoops.
The two teams exchanged scores a couple of times after that as I scored three more times, showing off some of my barrel rolls, loops, feints and behind the back passes. As my friends back home always said, 'You were born in the air (literally, on a flying carpet, don't ask), you live in the air, and you will probably die in the air, or at least falling out of it. The second year boy that I now knew as Stewart Ackerly scored a couple times for our team as well.
After about an hour Roger Davies blew his whistle a final time and everyone landed down on the ground. We had played several more games after Team 2 had defeated Team 1 in the first scrimmage. In turned out that the first Teams 1 and 2 seemed to be pretty evenley matched while Team 3, well, lets just be nice and say that they put out a good effort.
I plopped down next to Kevin while Davies, Chang, and Doran Fletcher could be seen talking in hushed voices next to one set of goalposts. I glanced at Kevin who was nervously tearing little pieces of grass up into tiny pieces.
"You know, killing those poor little blades of grass isn't going to affect Davies' decision."
Kevin looked over at me with a silly girn on his face and remarked in a way- too-cheerful voice, "I like to think it does." I rolled my eyes. Nervousness really does have an affect on people's mental states of mind.
"Ahem." I glanced up at the Quidditch Captain, a large knot appearing in my stomach where I didn't previously remember it being. "We have decided on this years new Ravenclaw Quidditch Team players."
"First off, at reserve chaser and seeker we have Megan McDownwald." A small 4th year girl squealed in an excited, if slightly dissapointed voice. "Our new beater will be Michael Davies." No surprise there, Michael is Roger's younger brother.
My nervouseness got the better of me and my stomach squirmed around even more. Chasers were next.
"Finally, filling the chaser positions we will have Stewart Ackerly." The small second year boy from my team dropped his mouth in shock before grinnig from ear to ear. "Kevin Keenen." Kevin smiled nonchantley as I patted his back with my hand, my hopes were now begining to dwindel. What if the English didn't like my up-temp, flashy, backyard style of quiddithch?
"and aslo...umm...Lucifer? Thiel." I burst out laughing at his hesitation to say my name while Kevin clapped me on the back and informed Davies to "just call him Lex."
"Right then, it was a hard decison, everyone did a good job. Oh..and practce Monday after clasess for those of you who made the team. Now lets go eat breakfest."
Me and Kevin began to walk back up to the castle when I realised the absence of Terry. I asked Kevin if he had seen him.
"Yeah. I don't think he's taking not making the team all too well. When Roger announced your name I saw him get up and walk towards the greenhouses. He was muttering something about how quidditch was childish and how we had no respect for the name of Ravenclaw. Said that we should have diginity and study instead of playing stupid games." He must have seen my look of concern because he quickly added, "Don't worry, he'll get over it in a day or two after he has filled his brain with more important things...Like Transfiguration theories."
We both burst out laughing and stumbeld into the castle clutching our sides. It was going to be a good day. I hoped, as the night would bring detention.
A/N: Not much of a chapter but it was something wasn't it? I personally feel sorry for Lex. He already is going to be cramming in animagus training, quidditch practice, being a teenager, Red Serpents problems and the OWLs. poor fellow, and to think that I got more planned for him. Anyways... I wanted to seperate this chapter from the next chapter. You'll see why soon. Thanks bunches to all my very few reviewers. You are appreciated.
Please Review.
Please.
Disclaimer: If you've made it this far surley you know that I don't own anything except a few new characters.
A/N: Here is the next chapter. It is not too eventful, still setting the stage for my plot pretty much. Thanks to my reviewers, and I can't thank anyone that reviewed Ch. 6 individually right now, as Im posting it at the same time. So if you have reivewed, thanks, and if you haven't do, even if it sucks.
Chapter 7: Tryouts
I awoke Saturday morning well before the rest of the Ravenclaws. Quidditch tryouts started at 8:00 and I wanted to practice flying a bit before the actual tryouts. After all, I hadn't flown sense I had moved to Britain and it would do me good to get back the feel of my precious Nimbus before I went out and flew in front of half of the Ravenclaws at the tryouts.
I made my way down to the Great Hall to see if there was any breakfest at the tables this early in the morning. Surprisingly enough, there was. I grabbed a couple of pieces of toast, slopped some scrambled eggs on them, and began to make my way to the Entrance Hall when I heard some voices coming from the dungeons. I was about to ignore them and keep going when I heard my name.
"...and if Thiel finds the book it could be disatrous..." I ducked down under the Slytherin table and cocked my ear to the side so that I could hear better. The two people that were talking walked up to the head table and sat down, this put them almost out of my hearing range but I could still pick up a few words and pharses. "Absoulutley not!...rises again....out of...mind...death...Malfoy...Potter...ridiculous...But what if...worse than Volde...from the north...vampires will...darkness...we must do...now!"
After what seemed like hours of inaudible whispering one of the the two people seeminly slamed their fist down on the table and screamed, "ABSOULUTLEY NOT. YOUR FUCKING CRAZY MS. DOORSHADOW, CRAZY!"
I heard some footsteps and then a dark cloaked male figure with dark black hair and dark eyes went storming past my hiding place in a fury. After a few more minutes I heard the other person stand up and begin walking in the same direction as the man before her. For it was a her, and she couldn't have been more than 19. She, like the man before her, had dark hair and eyes. She was wearing leather, or perhaps Dragonhide, pants and a jacket of the same material.. She looked quite good in my opinon, that is if you liked the "I'm a bad-ass bitch" look, for the she definatley looked like someone that you wouldn't want to mess with unless you wanted to be knocked out cold on the floor.
But perhaps the oddest thing about her appearance was that she was wearing a belt with two swords strapped in it. She also had a small crossbow slung over her shoulder and, apon closser inspection, she had wooden stakes hidden in her combat boots. I decided that she could be nothing more or less then one bad-ass vampire slayer. And my life gets more complicated.
***
My mind was still racing when the rest of the Ravenclaws began to wander down to the Quidditch Pitch with various forms of nervousness and excitment as the tryouts approached.
I flew a couple more times around the pitch before coming down and landing where a small crowd was beggining to gather around. I quickly found Kevin and Terry and made my way over to them.
"You were down here early." The ever observant Terry noted.
"Nervous." I replied.
"The feeling is mutual."
"Why did Davis insist that Ravenclaws hold the first tryout of the day. I could use some more sleep." Kevin had dull, half open eyes and wasn't looking exactly cheerful. I wasn't exactly surprised as I remembered Kevin and some 4th year boy starting up a chess game about the time I had been going to sleep the previous night. Barking mad if you ask me, staying up late before quidditch tryouts. Did I say barking mad? Heaven forbid, I'm developing and English accent. (A/N.. I actually I love English accenta, Im just not sure how keen I would be on saying 'barking mad' instead of 'friggin crazy')
The crowd hushed as a 7th year boy that I recongnized as Roger David or Davis or something like that emerged from the locker room. It didn't take long for me to realize that he must be the Quidditch Captin when he stood up on a small platform and began to talk in a loud booming voice.
"Alright then. I see that we have a rather large turnout today. Good, good, as long as some of you have some decent amount of talent. Hell, I mean a lot of talent. Ravenclaw hasn't won a Quidditch Cup in over 10 years and I, personally, am sick of losing to the cheating Slytherins and big-headed Gryffindors." The small crowd muttered cheers of agreement. "If you make the team, make no mistake, you had better be commited to practicing hard." He paused for a minute, before adding, "at 5 in the morinig that is."
A couple of the younger hopefuls goulped. I, however, rolled my eyes. Quidditch Captins are way to cliche.
"Right then, there are four positons open this year, three chasers and one beater. Now, seperate into the postion that you are wanting to play. Chasers to the left, Beaters to the right." He paused for second and then added, "Cho, Doran...will you to come over hear and help me," motioning towards Cho and a burly 7th year boy that I didn't really know.
About ten of the students drifted over to the left, including Terry, Keven, and me, while the remaining five or six hopefuls stepped over to the right.
"Ok then, this is how we are going to do this. Im going to divide you chasers into three teams. I'll also assign some beaters to your teams. Me and Cho will be the keepers and we'll have some scrimmages. Right then. Team 1 will have Keenen, McDownwald and Fermi as your chasers and Michael Davies and Brockinham as your beaters. Team 2 will have Talent, Thiel, and Ackerly as chasers and McCorneil and Adam Fletcher as your beaters."
I walked over to where fellow 5th year Lauren Talent, a couple of brawny 4th year boys and a small pimply boy who could be no higher than 3rd year were standing. I turned as listend as "Boot, Brown, Walker, Johnson and Riley" became the third team.
"Team one and two first. On my whistle."
The whistle sounded and kicked off from the ground. I was suddenly in utter bliss as my hair flew around wildley in the wind. Everything seemed in slow motion as Kevin and Team 1 took hold of the quaffle and headed towards the goal that Cho was guarding. I immediatley cut off Kevin, he nearly was knocked off his broom as I circled around him and cut him off again. Kevin threw the quaffle in a hurry as he saw me closing in again. Chicken.
His wobbly pass was easily intercercpetd by Talent. I was already off in the other direction and easily caught a pass from Lauren. Now Davies was the only person between me and the goal posts. I faked a shot to the left and then swooped right all the way around the goal posts. Davies was following me with his eyes. I noticed that the rest of the players were making it down to my side of the field. I subconsiously dodged a stray bludger and then turned to face the goals agian. Suddenly I let loose a burst of speed, spiraling like a rocket stright towards Roger Davies. He panicked and dodged down below the goal post. In a blink of and eye I changed directions and was suddenly rocketing upwards. Now that nobody was guarding the goals I made an easy score by tossing the quaffle through one of the hoops.
The two teams exchanged scores a couple of times after that as I scored three more times, showing off some of my barrel rolls, loops, feints and behind the back passes. As my friends back home always said, 'You were born in the air (literally, on a flying carpet, don't ask), you live in the air, and you will probably die in the air, or at least falling out of it. The second year boy that I now knew as Stewart Ackerly scored a couple times for our team as well.
After about an hour Roger Davies blew his whistle a final time and everyone landed down on the ground. We had played several more games after Team 2 had defeated Team 1 in the first scrimmage. In turned out that the first Teams 1 and 2 seemed to be pretty evenley matched while Team 3, well, lets just be nice and say that they put out a good effort.
I plopped down next to Kevin while Davies, Chang, and Doran Fletcher could be seen talking in hushed voices next to one set of goalposts. I glanced at Kevin who was nervously tearing little pieces of grass up into tiny pieces.
"You know, killing those poor little blades of grass isn't going to affect Davies' decision."
Kevin looked over at me with a silly girn on his face and remarked in a way- too-cheerful voice, "I like to think it does." I rolled my eyes. Nervousness really does have an affect on people's mental states of mind.
"Ahem." I glanced up at the Quidditch Captain, a large knot appearing in my stomach where I didn't previously remember it being. "We have decided on this years new Ravenclaw Quidditch Team players."
"First off, at reserve chaser and seeker we have Megan McDownwald." A small 4th year girl squealed in an excited, if slightly dissapointed voice. "Our new beater will be Michael Davies." No surprise there, Michael is Roger's younger brother.
My nervouseness got the better of me and my stomach squirmed around even more. Chasers were next.
"Finally, filling the chaser positions we will have Stewart Ackerly." The small second year boy from my team dropped his mouth in shock before grinnig from ear to ear. "Kevin Keenen." Kevin smiled nonchantley as I patted his back with my hand, my hopes were now begining to dwindel. What if the English didn't like my up-temp, flashy, backyard style of quiddithch?
"and aslo...umm...Lucifer? Thiel." I burst out laughing at his hesitation to say my name while Kevin clapped me on the back and informed Davies to "just call him Lex."
"Right then, it was a hard decison, everyone did a good job. Oh..and practce Monday after clasess for those of you who made the team. Now lets go eat breakfest."
Me and Kevin began to walk back up to the castle when I realised the absence of Terry. I asked Kevin if he had seen him.
"Yeah. I don't think he's taking not making the team all too well. When Roger announced your name I saw him get up and walk towards the greenhouses. He was muttering something about how quidditch was childish and how we had no respect for the name of Ravenclaw. Said that we should have diginity and study instead of playing stupid games." He must have seen my look of concern because he quickly added, "Don't worry, he'll get over it in a day or two after he has filled his brain with more important things...Like Transfiguration theories."
We both burst out laughing and stumbeld into the castle clutching our sides. It was going to be a good day. I hoped, as the night would bring detention.
A/N: Not much of a chapter but it was something wasn't it? I personally feel sorry for Lex. He already is going to be cramming in animagus training, quidditch practice, being a teenager, Red Serpents problems and the OWLs. poor fellow, and to think that I got more planned for him. Anyways... I wanted to seperate this chapter from the next chapter. You'll see why soon. Thanks bunches to all my very few reviewers. You are appreciated.
Please Review.
Please.