Well now, here comes another chapter of this weird and demented story. Some of you are probably pretty weirded out by now, and only reading on for the sheer oddness of this story. Some of you are not reading the story anymore, and therefore are not even reading this anyway. Well, ONWARD!!!
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Disclaimer Says!: I don't own anything that doesn't belong to me; and that would be……….. Everything. So therefore, I own nothing.
Brimstone: Don't worry, I didn't understand it either.
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A few weeks later, early Saturday morning found a Zephyr that did not want to be found. She groaned as the sun shined into her eyes, and promptly turned over and hid her head under her pillow. Her demon cat from previous chapters however, would not have this type of blatant laziness. Tweek the demon cat from previous chapters stuck her head under Zephyr's pillow, and began savagely licking her face.
Zephyr screamed and sat bolt upright, her pillow flying off her bed and landing in Angelina Johnson's empty one. Zephyr pondered for a moment Angelina's absence. Angelina was always one to sleep in whenever possible because she was always tired because of her dedication too……… Quidditch!! There was Quidditch practice today! The famous Harry Potter was team Gryffindor's new seeker. Time to see exactly how good he was. She removed herself from bed, got dressed, grabbed her Quidditch robes, and went to wake Fred and George, who had likely forgot as well, her cat padding alongside her.
She slipped into the boy's dormitory and was not surprised to find Fred and George still sleeping away.
"Up!" she yelled. When this produced no reaction, she went to get a bucket of water, returned, and dumped it all over their faces. Needless to say, they both woke up pretty quickly, swearing and attempting to dry themselves off.
" S' not fair!" Fred exclaimed. "S' not fair that you can come into out dormitory and give us such a rude awakening, but we can't even set foot in yours!"
"Good morning to you too." Zephyr said. "I don't expect you two lummoxes to remember, but we've got Quidditch practice."
"Oh yeah." George said. "What time is it Zeph?"
"Too late, that's what time it is. Now up and out, or I'll sic my cat on you."
They were quick to be up and dressed. Together, the three of them hurried out to the Quidditch Pitch.
"Oliver's insane, I swear! Practice this early on a Saturday." Fred exclaimed as they went.
"Yeah. He seems determined to do well this year. Harry must be a pretty good Seeker by the way Oliver was bouncing around when he told us." Zephyr commented, not really interested in Fred's ramblings.
"BOO!"
"Hi Chloe." Zephyr said.
"Hidy'Ho Folks! Where are you off to this fine morning."
"Quidditch Practice."
"Really?"
"Yes, really."
"Isn't it kind of early for that?"
"I don't make the times Chloe, Oliver does."
"Oh yeah. That Wooden guy's kinda Quidditch crazy, isn't he."
"Yep. Don't you have to go eat breakfast or something?"
"hey, if you want me to leave, just say so."
And with that, Chloe skipped off leaving the Quidditch bound ones on their own to find their crazy Quidditch team.
They walked out onto the field, and not a moment too late.
"About time you three got here." Wood said, looking quite annoyed. "We were all ready to start without you, although, it would be kind of hard to practice when we're missing half the team."
"Oh come off it Oliver." Zephyr said. "When have I ever missed a practice?" With this, she mounted her broomstick and zoomed off over the pitch.
"She's got a point you know." Alicia said.
Oliver sighed. "Zephyr! Come back here!" he yelled. Zephyr was lounging in the air somewhere over the goal posts, but within ten seconds, she was at her quidditch captain's side.
"Aye, Aye! Captain!"
"Okay, we've got a new seeker here we need to train. So, I'm going to let the balls out, I want the chasers shooting at the hoops, I want the beaters throwing the bludgers around." He turned to Harry. "In a real quidditch match, there'll be another seeker going for the snitch also. Zephyr!" Zephyr trotted the full 2 feet to Wood and Harry.
"Yes mate?"
"Zephyr, I want you to play the opposing seeker for Harry."
"Do I have to Oliver?"
"Yes."
"But I want to throw the quaffle around."
"Well, I need you to do this."
"Okay then." She zoomed off and disappeared behind the stands.
Wood sighed. "Off you go then." He said to Harry. Harry went.
Wood let up the bludgers, and the snitch. He then threw up the quaffle, which Angelina caught and zoomed off with.
After all the balls had been released, Wood himself mounted his broom and zoomed off to guard the goalposts.
Meanwhile, Zephyr and Harry were both looking for the golden snitch.
"How long have you known Fred and George?" Harry asked.
"Going on three years now. How long have you known Ron?"
"Going on three weeks now." Harry said, and smiled.
"Shh!!" she said. "No talking to the enemy!" She then whizzed off after a glint she saw down by the roots of one of the stands. Harry was following behind her within a second. Oliver hadn't been kidding, this kid really was a natural.
The sparkle turned out to be the wristwatch Chloe had lost a few days back when the were fooling around on their brooms, and Fred knocked it off her wrist. Zephyr pocketed the watch, and zoomed back up again. A few minutes later Harry zoomed off in pursuit of something. It took Zephyr about thirty seconds to notice he had moved, and by the time she was heading after him, he was already grasping the little gold ball in his hand.
'Yep.' Zephyr thought to herself. "McGonagall and Wood chose well when choosing this one. I guess he's not all fame, he's got some talent too. We might actually win this year. He's as good as Charlie was.' Her thoughts then wandered towards Charlie, and contacting him to ask him about the dragons he'd been working with.
"God, Zeph. That was terrible." George said, tapping her over the head with his bat.
"I'd like to see you do better." She said
"Hm." George said, pondering. "No, I think I'll stick to what I do best."
"That's what I thought." Zephyr said. "You and Fred can't be anything but beaters. I think Fred does his job a bit too well, actually." She looked over at Angelina who was nursing a bruise on her arm from a bludger that Fred had playfully hit at her a little too accurately.
"Alright, that was good." Wood said. "Now, Let's go one more time with Zephyr playing seeker opposite Harry. Then, we'll give Zeph back to the chasers, and let Harry perform on his own."
And so it was written, and so it was done.
Practice went smoothly, with very few mishaps, which was quite rare. Zephyr almost caught the snitch, but as soon as she lost sight of it, Harry was zooming after it, and again got there before her.
When Zephyr was once again playing chaser, Fred hit a bludger at her. She dodged, but so annoyed was she that she bounced the quaffle off his head. It went straight through the goal.
"Well, that was fun." Zephyr said sarcastically as they headed back to the dormitory.
"Yeah. Almost as fun as the time I got that knut stuck in my nose." Fred said.
"Now that was just funny." Zephyr said. "Speaking of which, that was my knut, and I never got it back!"
Fred cringed.
"Fred Weasley you owe me one knut."
"Oh come on Zeph, that was years ago!"
"So? A debt is a debt! Pay up!"
Suddenly, something round and hard hit Zephyr in the back of her head.
"Ow!"
"There you go buddy!"
Zephyr turned around to come face to face with Chloe (Big surprise there). She then bent down and picked up the bronze knut that had hit her head and was now lying at her feet.
"You owe me a knut Fred." Chloe said.
"But you can pay me later."
Fred let out a sigh of relief that he would not be badgered about that knut for quite some time, seeing as how Chloe was quite liable to forget that she had even said anything to him today.
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Zephyr: Gee but that was fun!
George: The memories.
Fred: I'M IN DISNEYLAND!!!!
Zephyr: Please don't mind him. It's a personal problem.
Brimstone: Fun and stuff! When do I come in?
Zephyr: We didn't know you that well. So I'd say not until much much later.
Brimstone: Whatever. Are you going to write my story?
Zephyr: Do it yourself.
Brimstone: Fine then.
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Disclaimer Says!: I don't own anything that doesn't belong to me; and that would be……….. Everything. So therefore, I own nothing.
Brimstone: Don't worry, I didn't understand it either.
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A few weeks later, early Saturday morning found a Zephyr that did not want to be found. She groaned as the sun shined into her eyes, and promptly turned over and hid her head under her pillow. Her demon cat from previous chapters however, would not have this type of blatant laziness. Tweek the demon cat from previous chapters stuck her head under Zephyr's pillow, and began savagely licking her face.
Zephyr screamed and sat bolt upright, her pillow flying off her bed and landing in Angelina Johnson's empty one. Zephyr pondered for a moment Angelina's absence. Angelina was always one to sleep in whenever possible because she was always tired because of her dedication too……… Quidditch!! There was Quidditch practice today! The famous Harry Potter was team Gryffindor's new seeker. Time to see exactly how good he was. She removed herself from bed, got dressed, grabbed her Quidditch robes, and went to wake Fred and George, who had likely forgot as well, her cat padding alongside her.
She slipped into the boy's dormitory and was not surprised to find Fred and George still sleeping away.
"Up!" she yelled. When this produced no reaction, she went to get a bucket of water, returned, and dumped it all over their faces. Needless to say, they both woke up pretty quickly, swearing and attempting to dry themselves off.
" S' not fair!" Fred exclaimed. "S' not fair that you can come into out dormitory and give us such a rude awakening, but we can't even set foot in yours!"
"Good morning to you too." Zephyr said. "I don't expect you two lummoxes to remember, but we've got Quidditch practice."
"Oh yeah." George said. "What time is it Zeph?"
"Too late, that's what time it is. Now up and out, or I'll sic my cat on you."
They were quick to be up and dressed. Together, the three of them hurried out to the Quidditch Pitch.
"Oliver's insane, I swear! Practice this early on a Saturday." Fred exclaimed as they went.
"Yeah. He seems determined to do well this year. Harry must be a pretty good Seeker by the way Oliver was bouncing around when he told us." Zephyr commented, not really interested in Fred's ramblings.
"BOO!"
"Hi Chloe." Zephyr said.
"Hidy'Ho Folks! Where are you off to this fine morning."
"Quidditch Practice."
"Really?"
"Yes, really."
"Isn't it kind of early for that?"
"I don't make the times Chloe, Oliver does."
"Oh yeah. That Wooden guy's kinda Quidditch crazy, isn't he."
"Yep. Don't you have to go eat breakfast or something?"
"hey, if you want me to leave, just say so."
And with that, Chloe skipped off leaving the Quidditch bound ones on their own to find their crazy Quidditch team.
They walked out onto the field, and not a moment too late.
"About time you three got here." Wood said, looking quite annoyed. "We were all ready to start without you, although, it would be kind of hard to practice when we're missing half the team."
"Oh come off it Oliver." Zephyr said. "When have I ever missed a practice?" With this, she mounted her broomstick and zoomed off over the pitch.
"She's got a point you know." Alicia said.
Oliver sighed. "Zephyr! Come back here!" he yelled. Zephyr was lounging in the air somewhere over the goal posts, but within ten seconds, she was at her quidditch captain's side.
"Aye, Aye! Captain!"
"Okay, we've got a new seeker here we need to train. So, I'm going to let the balls out, I want the chasers shooting at the hoops, I want the beaters throwing the bludgers around." He turned to Harry. "In a real quidditch match, there'll be another seeker going for the snitch also. Zephyr!" Zephyr trotted the full 2 feet to Wood and Harry.
"Yes mate?"
"Zephyr, I want you to play the opposing seeker for Harry."
"Do I have to Oliver?"
"Yes."
"But I want to throw the quaffle around."
"Well, I need you to do this."
"Okay then." She zoomed off and disappeared behind the stands.
Wood sighed. "Off you go then." He said to Harry. Harry went.
Wood let up the bludgers, and the snitch. He then threw up the quaffle, which Angelina caught and zoomed off with.
After all the balls had been released, Wood himself mounted his broom and zoomed off to guard the goalposts.
Meanwhile, Zephyr and Harry were both looking for the golden snitch.
"How long have you known Fred and George?" Harry asked.
"Going on three years now. How long have you known Ron?"
"Going on three weeks now." Harry said, and smiled.
"Shh!!" she said. "No talking to the enemy!" She then whizzed off after a glint she saw down by the roots of one of the stands. Harry was following behind her within a second. Oliver hadn't been kidding, this kid really was a natural.
The sparkle turned out to be the wristwatch Chloe had lost a few days back when the were fooling around on their brooms, and Fred knocked it off her wrist. Zephyr pocketed the watch, and zoomed back up again. A few minutes later Harry zoomed off in pursuit of something. It took Zephyr about thirty seconds to notice he had moved, and by the time she was heading after him, he was already grasping the little gold ball in his hand.
'Yep.' Zephyr thought to herself. "McGonagall and Wood chose well when choosing this one. I guess he's not all fame, he's got some talent too. We might actually win this year. He's as good as Charlie was.' Her thoughts then wandered towards Charlie, and contacting him to ask him about the dragons he'd been working with.
"God, Zeph. That was terrible." George said, tapping her over the head with his bat.
"I'd like to see you do better." She said
"Hm." George said, pondering. "No, I think I'll stick to what I do best."
"That's what I thought." Zephyr said. "You and Fred can't be anything but beaters. I think Fred does his job a bit too well, actually." She looked over at Angelina who was nursing a bruise on her arm from a bludger that Fred had playfully hit at her a little too accurately.
"Alright, that was good." Wood said. "Now, Let's go one more time with Zephyr playing seeker opposite Harry. Then, we'll give Zeph back to the chasers, and let Harry perform on his own."
And so it was written, and so it was done.
Practice went smoothly, with very few mishaps, which was quite rare. Zephyr almost caught the snitch, but as soon as she lost sight of it, Harry was zooming after it, and again got there before her.
When Zephyr was once again playing chaser, Fred hit a bludger at her. She dodged, but so annoyed was she that she bounced the quaffle off his head. It went straight through the goal.
"Well, that was fun." Zephyr said sarcastically as they headed back to the dormitory.
"Yeah. Almost as fun as the time I got that knut stuck in my nose." Fred said.
"Now that was just funny." Zephyr said. "Speaking of which, that was my knut, and I never got it back!"
Fred cringed.
"Fred Weasley you owe me one knut."
"Oh come on Zeph, that was years ago!"
"So? A debt is a debt! Pay up!"
Suddenly, something round and hard hit Zephyr in the back of her head.
"Ow!"
"There you go buddy!"
Zephyr turned around to come face to face with Chloe (Big surprise there). She then bent down and picked up the bronze knut that had hit her head and was now lying at her feet.
"You owe me a knut Fred." Chloe said.
"But you can pay me later."
Fred let out a sigh of relief that he would not be badgered about that knut for quite some time, seeing as how Chloe was quite liable to forget that she had even said anything to him today.
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Zephyr: Gee but that was fun!
George: The memories.
Fred: I'M IN DISNEYLAND!!!!
Zephyr: Please don't mind him. It's a personal problem.
Brimstone: Fun and stuff! When do I come in?
Zephyr: We didn't know you that well. So I'd say not until much much later.
Brimstone: Whatever. Are you going to write my story?
Zephyr: Do it yourself.
Brimstone: Fine then.