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Chapter 6~ Cedric Diggory: My Personal Quidditch Trainer
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ ..::~* Draco *~::..~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
I sat in my room since my father and I got home. There was nothing to do around here. I stared out my window and saw nothing but trees. There was no one else living here who was less than half a mile near us.
"Excuse me, sir," A high, soft, squeaky voice called. I turned to the door and found Ari.
"What?"
"Master Malfoy wishes to see you, sir. Master Malfoy has sent me to call on you."
"Why?" I asked, hoping I wasn't in trouble.
"Master wants you to meet someone, sir." Ari then backed away and left.
I walked down the staircase and saw my father talking in a man.
"Draco," My father put his arm on my shoulder when I reached them. "I'd like you to meet David Badgley Parker."
A tall, muscular man lent his hand out and I had no choice but to shake it.
"Nice to met you…Draco, right?"
I nodded and scanned him in disgust. I tried not to be too obvious.
"Draco, Mr. Parker is a Quidditch Professional. I hired him to train you more so you can improve your game as seeker. Slytherin will be winning the Quidditch Cup this year with the training you'll be getting from him now until you graduate Hogwarts." My father turned to David. "Now, I understand…"
While they talked, I continued to observe David. He was an inch shorter than my father, dirty blonde hair that was sloppily spiked, hazel eyes, and, what disgusted me even more, a bright smile. He was like an older Cedric Diggory, but with darker hair. I could already tell I wouldn't get along with him. I don't even give him a chance.
"Ready to begin?" David asked me.
"Yeah, sure. I'll get my broom." I was on my way to the stairs when the Cedric look-alike stopped me.
"Oh, no need," he said. "I've got quality training brooms outside already." He flashed that revolting smile.
"Oh." I said flatly and followed him to out massive backyard where the training took place. All these Quidditch supplies were already set up everywhere.
"Mr. Parker-"
"Just call me David. Mr. Parker sounds too sophisticated for me." He smiled again.
I cocked an eyebrow and frowned. Who did this guy think he was? Is he actually trying to be cool?
"Okay, David. You do know I'm a seeker. So why are there bludgers and all that other crap a seeker doesn't need?"
"It's all part of your training. You'll see. Just do your job and don't worry about it."
I mounted my broom and rose up into the air. "Can we start sometime in this century, please?"
"Alright," David got a bucket of small tangerines. "Catch these as I throw them. Let me see how you do."
For the next twenty minutes, he threw the tangerines in different directions. Naturally I caught them. But then, it started to get harder. He threw two or three at a time into the air, and it was difficult to catch. When that was done, I touched back on the ground.
"Quite disappointing, that performance," David looked at me with pity. "It's no wonder your house team hasn't been winning and Quidditch Cups recently. I don't know how you got on the team." He shook his head.
That right there could've made me jump on him. "What is that supposed to mean?! Are you trying to say I'm not fit to be seeker?!"
"No! Not at all. It just means you'll need practice." David said. "You might make a fine Beater though. Um, why don't we take a little break and get to know each other better? After all, I will be training you for the next few years."
I responded with a sarcastic, "Oh, how dandy. I'm so excited."
David laughed and it sickened me. "Why don't you ask some questions about me? Then I'll do the same to you. We'll switch back and forth."
"Fine," I thought a moment. Then I thought of a few questions that might be a bit rude. "How old are you exactly?"
He laughed, yet again. "I'm twenty-one. You?"
"Fifteen. Are you related to a Cedric Diggory? Or do you know someone of that name?"
"Not that I know of," He looked at me weirdly. "Why?"
"No reason." I wanted to say he looked so much like that dead, pretty boy who used to go to school with me, but I didn't. I couldn't believe my father hired this man. I bet he isn't even a pureblood.
David started talking about his life and laughing. This bothered me so much that he was extremely jolly. I held myself back in asking, "Are you not homosexual? Or are you?" I just stared off into the distance ignoring him. I don't think he noticed. Will this hour ever end?
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Author's Note: Please r/r! I tried making this chapter a little funny. Probably not funny at all, right? Hehe. Hope you liked it anyway. This is one of those "nonsense" chapters. It has nothing to do with the plot of my story. Lol You
Disclaimer: Nothing but the idea of the story belongs to me. It belongs to the great HP author, JK Rowling and the people at Warner Bros.
Chapter 6~ Cedric Diggory: My Personal Quidditch Trainer
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ ..::~* Draco *~::..~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
I sat in my room since my father and I got home. There was nothing to do around here. I stared out my window and saw nothing but trees. There was no one else living here who was less than half a mile near us.
"Excuse me, sir," A high, soft, squeaky voice called. I turned to the door and found Ari.
"What?"
"Master Malfoy wishes to see you, sir. Master Malfoy has sent me to call on you."
"Why?" I asked, hoping I wasn't in trouble.
"Master wants you to meet someone, sir." Ari then backed away and left.
I walked down the staircase and saw my father talking in a man.
"Draco," My father put his arm on my shoulder when I reached them. "I'd like you to meet David Badgley Parker."
A tall, muscular man lent his hand out and I had no choice but to shake it.
"Nice to met you…Draco, right?"
I nodded and scanned him in disgust. I tried not to be too obvious.
"Draco, Mr. Parker is a Quidditch Professional. I hired him to train you more so you can improve your game as seeker. Slytherin will be winning the Quidditch Cup this year with the training you'll be getting from him now until you graduate Hogwarts." My father turned to David. "Now, I understand…"
While they talked, I continued to observe David. He was an inch shorter than my father, dirty blonde hair that was sloppily spiked, hazel eyes, and, what disgusted me even more, a bright smile. He was like an older Cedric Diggory, but with darker hair. I could already tell I wouldn't get along with him. I don't even give him a chance.
"Ready to begin?" David asked me.
"Yeah, sure. I'll get my broom." I was on my way to the stairs when the Cedric look-alike stopped me.
"Oh, no need," he said. "I've got quality training brooms outside already." He flashed that revolting smile.
"Oh." I said flatly and followed him to out massive backyard where the training took place. All these Quidditch supplies were already set up everywhere.
"Mr. Parker-"
"Just call me David. Mr. Parker sounds too sophisticated for me." He smiled again.
I cocked an eyebrow and frowned. Who did this guy think he was? Is he actually trying to be cool?
"Okay, David. You do know I'm a seeker. So why are there bludgers and all that other crap a seeker doesn't need?"
"It's all part of your training. You'll see. Just do your job and don't worry about it."
I mounted my broom and rose up into the air. "Can we start sometime in this century, please?"
"Alright," David got a bucket of small tangerines. "Catch these as I throw them. Let me see how you do."
For the next twenty minutes, he threw the tangerines in different directions. Naturally I caught them. But then, it started to get harder. He threw two or three at a time into the air, and it was difficult to catch. When that was done, I touched back on the ground.
"Quite disappointing, that performance," David looked at me with pity. "It's no wonder your house team hasn't been winning and Quidditch Cups recently. I don't know how you got on the team." He shook his head.
That right there could've made me jump on him. "What is that supposed to mean?! Are you trying to say I'm not fit to be seeker?!"
"No! Not at all. It just means you'll need practice." David said. "You might make a fine Beater though. Um, why don't we take a little break and get to know each other better? After all, I will be training you for the next few years."
I responded with a sarcastic, "Oh, how dandy. I'm so excited."
David laughed and it sickened me. "Why don't you ask some questions about me? Then I'll do the same to you. We'll switch back and forth."
"Fine," I thought a moment. Then I thought of a few questions that might be a bit rude. "How old are you exactly?"
He laughed, yet again. "I'm twenty-one. You?"
"Fifteen. Are you related to a Cedric Diggory? Or do you know someone of that name?"
"Not that I know of," He looked at me weirdly. "Why?"
"No reason." I wanted to say he looked so much like that dead, pretty boy who used to go to school with me, but I didn't. I couldn't believe my father hired this man. I bet he isn't even a pureblood.
David started talking about his life and laughing. This bothered me so much that he was extremely jolly. I held myself back in asking, "Are you not homosexual? Or are you?" I just stared off into the distance ignoring him. I don't think he noticed. Will this hour ever end?
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Author's Note: Please r/r! I tried making this chapter a little funny. Probably not funny at all, right? Hehe. Hope you liked it anyway. This is one of those "nonsense" chapters. It has nothing to do with the plot of my story. Lol You