Chapter: Two
Author: Alara-Sirinial-Amalon
Rating: G
A/N: Wow. I am surprised by the number of "Review Alert!"s in my inbox today. I didn't realize that hyperness could actually create something other people enjoy. I appreciate the reviews; they're awesome. Well, here's chapter two (something I didn't think I'd actually be writing) and I'm on less sugar than the last one.
I left the Great Hall and wandered around the halls of Hogwarts. It was exactly as I'd imagined, complete with moving staircases.
I assumed that I was supposed to go to the Gryffindor common room, but I had absolutely no idea where it was. I leaned up against a wall and laughed. Finding the common room was harder than fighting the Yeerks. This was ridiculous.
I suddenly heard footsteps coming my way. I quickly stood up straight. The person was—
"Tom?!?" I cried.
"That's Professor Tom to you, Berenson."
I laughed. Professor Tom. That was funny. "What did you do to your hair?" It was black and had to be loaded with motor oil; there was nothing else that could make it that greasy.
I reached up to touch it, and he slapped my hand.
"What do you think you are doing?" he asked.
"Nothing."
He looked at me skeptically. "Get to your common room. Now. Before I have you expelled." Then he stalked off.
I wasn't any better off than I was before. I still didn't know my way to the common room. But I didn't have to wait long. Suddenly, a flood of students came up behind me. Dinner was over.
"Hey Jake, why aren't you in bed?" Marco's voice called. I spun around and saw him with Tobias, Tobias, and Rachel.
"Couldn't find the common room," I replied.
He rolled his eyes. "Come on Jake. Maybe you do need to sleep."
Somehow we ended up in the dormitory and somehow I ended up in bed. Don't ask me how; I won't be able to find my way out tomorrow.
But I did sleep that night. Just not as much as I'd hoped. I was awakened bright and early the next morning by a beaming Erek.
"Good morning," he said, throwing me my quidditch robes. "I want you down in the common room in five minutes."
I grunted, signaling that I'd heard him, and he left. Marco was sleeping peacefully in the bed across from me. I pulled on my robes and headed down quietly.
"Where's your broomstick?" one of the chasers (Alicia, I think) asked me.
"Huh?" was my reply.
"Your Firebolt. Where is it?" Erek asked. "Did Professor Cassie take it away again?"
"Huh?"
Suddenly, "Jake, man, you almost forgot your broomstick!" It was Marco, still in his pajamas, with a broom over his shoulder.
"Uh guys, I don't think I can fly on a broomstick," I said, taking it from him.
"Of course you can!" Erek said, slapping me on the back. "Since you've been on the team, we've been almost unbeatable!"
"Are you okay?" one of the Tobias clones asked me.
I nodded. "Yeah. I think. Let's just get this over with."
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We headed out onto the field two hours later. I was groggy, considering I'd just woken up. Erek had lectured and lectured, and most of us fell asleep. Okay, all of us had fallen asleep. But we were to the part I'd been dreading.
"Welcome all, to the first quidditch game of the season! Today, it's Slytherin versus Gryffindor! Here come the teams now!"
Where had I heard that voice before? It was so familiar.
"Ready?" Erek asked me while mounting his broomstick.
"I hope," I replied. I sat on my own broomstick and attempted to push off. It raised about twenty feet in the air and I ended up hugging the entire broom.
This was not going to turn out well if I continued like this.
But I tightened my grip on the broom and flew out onto the field. Tons of screaming students were all around.
All right there, Berenson? It was Ax. I laughed at the sight. An Andalite on a broomstick. Oh, and he was dressed in green quidditch robes.
"How in the world are you flying on a broomstick, Ax?" I asked. I was laughing inside. His four legs were wrapped around the broomstick and his weak Andalite hands were gripping the end. His tail was curved up over his shoulder and his stalk eyes were laying flat against his head. Aerodynamics, I guess.
I see you aren't able to. It's a very simple process. One must—
"Sorry for asking," I interrupted. He was so like Draco Malfoy one moment, then his typical Andalite self the next. I raised the end of my broomstick to get a good look at who the announcer was.
I almost fell off my broom. I don't know if it was just because I didn't know how to fly one, or if it was who the announcer was.
Taylor. That was definitely someone I didn't want to see. But I couldn't worry about that.
"All right teams," Madam Hooch said below us. "I want a clean game." She tossed up the quaffle and the game began. I did my best to scoot my broom off to the side, but it was hard. At the other end of the field, I saw Ax staying still as well, with both stalk eyes searching for the snitch.
That wasn't fair; I only had two eyes. He got to have four. I'd have to look harder.
Around me, the three chasers were throwing the quaffle to each other, dodging the green-robed Slytherins. Erek was pacing back and forth in front of the three hoops, and the Tobias twins were beating the bludgers at any Slytherin they could.
I just sat there. At one point, I saw Ax dart off after something. Probably the snitch. I had no chance. I could barely stay on the broom.
"Slytherin wins!" Taylor's voice echoed over the crowd. Part of the crowd erupted in cheers, and the rest booed and hissed at them.
A bludger came right for me and hit me in the head. I fell from the broom and everything went black.
A/N: Ouch. Poor Jake. Ax plays quidditch! I'm still not over that. I just have this image stuck in my head of an Andalite on a broomstick. And the sugar's starting to wear off…no! Must…find…candy! *finds Mountain Dew* This'll work…ha! Sugar! Later people! Thanx for the reviews!