Chapter 3: The Tryouts
When courses were over for the day, Vinnie got her Nimbus 2001 from her dorm and followed Harry to the Quidditch field. This was the most excited she'd been since she found out she was moving to England. When she arrived at the field, she noticed a Slytherin giving her the evil eye. Was it Slabbe or Boyle? Flabbe? Foyle? Close enough. She kept walking and noticed a boy with white-blonde hair. Malfoy. So he does play.
"Attention everyone!" Madam Hooch yelled. "We are about to begin. If you already have a position, go to the sidelines until you are called. Those of you trying out will be divided up by position."
There were only two students trying out to be seekers. The other person was a second year Hufflepuff named Tim. He was freakishly tiny and Vinnie doubted he would make it. For about half an hour, Vinnie and Tim did various flying exercises until Madam Hooch brought over a practice snitch.
"I want you two to catch the snitch. I want to see if you have what it takes. Watch out for the bludgers at the other end. Ready.set.GO!"
Madam Hooch let go of the snitch and the duo watched it fly away for a second before Vinnie took off. Tim was using a school broom and struggled to keep up with her. The snitch zipped through one of the goalhoops and was headed towards the ground.
Harry was absently watching Vinnie and Tim chase the snitch. Actually, Vinnie was the only one chasing it. Tim was flying spastically in circles behind her. Harry laughed.
"I wouldn't be laughing if I were you, Potty," Malfoy sneered. "Looks like you've got some competition."
"She is good, and I wouldn't mind her taking my spot if it meant more trouble for you," Harry came back, stretching the truth a bit.
"Oh please, Potter," Malfoy spat. "You know you'd rather see the Dark Lord rise again than lose your spot." Malfoy knew this would set Harry off but he didn't care. He was a few inches taller than Harry, and stronger, so it wouldn't be much of a fight. He's wanted to pound Harry since first year and was sick of him getting all the attention, the stupid bas-
"What did you say, Malfoy?" Harry demanded, tossing his Firebolt down. "You heard me."
And with that Harry gave Malfoy a shove, who in turn pushed him right back. Harry then took a swing but missed. Malfoy swung back and hit Harry in the jaw, almost knocking him over.
Above, Vinnie saw the two begin to fight and noticed the snitch was heading straight at them. Not fabulous. But she also noticed the snitch was only about a foot out of arm's reach. Fabulous! She leaned forward and extended her arm, urging her broom on. She almost had the snitch when she realized she was only about 30 feet away from Harry and Malfoy, who were now engaged in a full out brawl. She decided to go for the snitch anyway. She grabbed it but barely had enough time to shout "WATCH OUT!" before barreling into them and falling off of her broom. Madam Hooch heard the crash and came running.
"Did you catch it! Ah, yes! Wonderful! Dangerous, but wonderful! Are any of you hurt? No? Good. Congratulations, Miss Sinclair, you're Mr. Potter's substitute."
The students gingerly stood up and checked themselves for injury.
"Sorry about that," Vinnie said sheepishly. "I thought I had enough time."
"It's fine," Harry said quickly and led her away before Malfoy could comment. "Congratulations. Let's go tell Ron and Hermione."
When courses were over for the day, Vinnie got her Nimbus 2001 from her dorm and followed Harry to the Quidditch field. This was the most excited she'd been since she found out she was moving to England. When she arrived at the field, she noticed a Slytherin giving her the evil eye. Was it Slabbe or Boyle? Flabbe? Foyle? Close enough. She kept walking and noticed a boy with white-blonde hair. Malfoy. So he does play.
"Attention everyone!" Madam Hooch yelled. "We are about to begin. If you already have a position, go to the sidelines until you are called. Those of you trying out will be divided up by position."
There were only two students trying out to be seekers. The other person was a second year Hufflepuff named Tim. He was freakishly tiny and Vinnie doubted he would make it. For about half an hour, Vinnie and Tim did various flying exercises until Madam Hooch brought over a practice snitch.
"I want you two to catch the snitch. I want to see if you have what it takes. Watch out for the bludgers at the other end. Ready.set.GO!"
Madam Hooch let go of the snitch and the duo watched it fly away for a second before Vinnie took off. Tim was using a school broom and struggled to keep up with her. The snitch zipped through one of the goalhoops and was headed towards the ground.
Harry was absently watching Vinnie and Tim chase the snitch. Actually, Vinnie was the only one chasing it. Tim was flying spastically in circles behind her. Harry laughed.
"I wouldn't be laughing if I were you, Potty," Malfoy sneered. "Looks like you've got some competition."
"She is good, and I wouldn't mind her taking my spot if it meant more trouble for you," Harry came back, stretching the truth a bit.
"Oh please, Potter," Malfoy spat. "You know you'd rather see the Dark Lord rise again than lose your spot." Malfoy knew this would set Harry off but he didn't care. He was a few inches taller than Harry, and stronger, so it wouldn't be much of a fight. He's wanted to pound Harry since first year and was sick of him getting all the attention, the stupid bas-
"What did you say, Malfoy?" Harry demanded, tossing his Firebolt down. "You heard me."
And with that Harry gave Malfoy a shove, who in turn pushed him right back. Harry then took a swing but missed. Malfoy swung back and hit Harry in the jaw, almost knocking him over.
Above, Vinnie saw the two begin to fight and noticed the snitch was heading straight at them. Not fabulous. But she also noticed the snitch was only about a foot out of arm's reach. Fabulous! She leaned forward and extended her arm, urging her broom on. She almost had the snitch when she realized she was only about 30 feet away from Harry and Malfoy, who were now engaged in a full out brawl. She decided to go for the snitch anyway. She grabbed it but barely had enough time to shout "WATCH OUT!" before barreling into them and falling off of her broom. Madam Hooch heard the crash and came running.
"Did you catch it! Ah, yes! Wonderful! Dangerous, but wonderful! Are any of you hurt? No? Good. Congratulations, Miss Sinclair, you're Mr. Potter's substitute."
The students gingerly stood up and checked themselves for injury.
"Sorry about that," Vinnie said sheepishly. "I thought I had enough time."
"It's fine," Harry said quickly and led her away before Malfoy could comment. "Congratulations. Let's go tell Ron and Hermione."