Meilin sat atop her Cleansweep 8 (an anonymous gift from one of the staff),
loving the rush of the wind, but directing her attention to the matter at
hand. She was trying out for the Quidditch team, and judging by the look on
the current team's faces, the position wasn't going to be hers easily. But
it would be hers. She would be sure of that, even if First Years weren't
supposed to be on the team. Her Transfiguration teacher had given her
special permission to at least try out. And Snape himself had admitted the
team needed a new Chaser. Yes, the position would be hers. One of the
players heaved the ball at her head, 'passing' it to her. Her quick
reflexes alone kept her from missing completely. Swooping low in a play she
had seen in a magazine, she hovered a good two inches from the ground where
she needn't worry about multiple attacks. As she drew level with the goal
post (the team was too confounded to respond to her actions) she shot
straight up and scored an easy goal. The Keeper hadn't even seen it coming.
Her passes were exceptional too. She was on a role! Her weaving, dodging,
rapid motions made it difficult to keep a sharp eye on her. Yet she handed
the ball off gracefully, the others having no problem catching it. Nor was
she a ball hog. Her try-out finally over, she landed on the ground feeling
she had earned the team's grudging respect, if nothing else.
Meillin was pleased as she watched the other three people try-out. They were abysmal. If the Slytherins even wanted a chance at the Quidditch cup they would need her on. Satisfied, she leaned back to relax.
The next morning Meilin ran to the common room to see the announcement board. A large group of people had huddled around, but she elbowed her way through. A sign was posted and Meilin's blue eyes flashed eagerly as she read it.
Slytherin Quidditch Team Try-Outs
The following people made these positions. The rest of you are losers and
did not make the team. Congratulations to the following-
Seeker: Draco Malfoy
Beaters: Derrick and Boyle (SK: Is that right? First names? Whatever.) Chaser: Meilin Faye
"Yeah!" Meilin pumped her fists in the air excitedly. The others that had tried glared, muttering 'mudblood' as they passed. She stuck her tongue out at them. It felt good to beat them at something. She swirled around the common room, pointing to the poster.
"Lookie! That's me!" All of the Slytherins swarmed away from her as if she had terminal BO (body odor). But nothing could pop the little bubble of happiness that had inflated around her. Except for a certain silver haired second year in the back of the common room scowling at her.
"How did YOU make the team?" he demanded. She faced him, her smile being tugged downwards.
"Being the best. How did YOU get on Draco? I didn't even see you try-out." Draco straightened up proudly.
"My father gave everyone a little gift of a new Nimbus 2001. I had one more," he pointed to a wrapped bundle on the floor, "for the new Chaser, but I think I'll just send it back to Father." Meilin laughed.
"I got on in a Cleansweep 8 with talent, you got on with bribery. That says something, doesn't it?" Draco glared at her once more. She stared at him icily. This had become their thing.
"It says I'm smart, you're dumb," Draco tried lamely, knowing he had lost this bout. Meilin sighed slightly.
"What's your problem with me anyway?" with that, she flounced off.
Late that night, at midnight to be exact, Meilin awoke. She seemed unable to go back to sleep, so she quietly got out of her bed. Grabbing her broom, she snuck out to the Quidditch Pitch and took flight.
From his bedside window, Draco watched a lone brown haired flyer pull off some great Chaser moves. He was entranced, but determinedly pulled away, blowing out his candle and forgetting her.
Meilin glanced up at the small castle window where she knew she was being watched.
" 'Night Draco." She thought as the flickering candlelight went out. Feeling she may be able to sleep now, she landed and went back, unnoticed, to her dormitory.
Author's Note: Well? Well? What do you think? Tell me! Flames are okay, then I'll know what to improve, I guess. Or I can make hot-dogs. ^-^
Meillin was pleased as she watched the other three people try-out. They were abysmal. If the Slytherins even wanted a chance at the Quidditch cup they would need her on. Satisfied, she leaned back to relax.
The next morning Meilin ran to the common room to see the announcement board. A large group of people had huddled around, but she elbowed her way through. A sign was posted and Meilin's blue eyes flashed eagerly as she read it.
Slytherin Quidditch Team Try-Outs
The following people made these positions. The rest of you are losers and
did not make the team. Congratulations to the following-
Seeker: Draco Malfoy
Beaters: Derrick and Boyle (SK: Is that right? First names? Whatever.) Chaser: Meilin Faye
"Yeah!" Meilin pumped her fists in the air excitedly. The others that had tried glared, muttering 'mudblood' as they passed. She stuck her tongue out at them. It felt good to beat them at something. She swirled around the common room, pointing to the poster.
"Lookie! That's me!" All of the Slytherins swarmed away from her as if she had terminal BO (body odor). But nothing could pop the little bubble of happiness that had inflated around her. Except for a certain silver haired second year in the back of the common room scowling at her.
"How did YOU make the team?" he demanded. She faced him, her smile being tugged downwards.
"Being the best. How did YOU get on Draco? I didn't even see you try-out." Draco straightened up proudly.
"My father gave everyone a little gift of a new Nimbus 2001. I had one more," he pointed to a wrapped bundle on the floor, "for the new Chaser, but I think I'll just send it back to Father." Meilin laughed.
"I got on in a Cleansweep 8 with talent, you got on with bribery. That says something, doesn't it?" Draco glared at her once more. She stared at him icily. This had become their thing.
"It says I'm smart, you're dumb," Draco tried lamely, knowing he had lost this bout. Meilin sighed slightly.
"What's your problem with me anyway?" with that, she flounced off.
Late that night, at midnight to be exact, Meilin awoke. She seemed unable to go back to sleep, so she quietly got out of her bed. Grabbing her broom, she snuck out to the Quidditch Pitch and took flight.
From his bedside window, Draco watched a lone brown haired flyer pull off some great Chaser moves. He was entranced, but determinedly pulled away, blowing out his candle and forgetting her.
Meilin glanced up at the small castle window where she knew she was being watched.
" 'Night Draco." She thought as the flickering candlelight went out. Feeling she may be able to sleep now, she landed and went back, unnoticed, to her dormitory.
Author's Note: Well? Well? What do you think? Tell me! Flames are okay, then I'll know what to improve, I guess. Or I can make hot-dogs. ^-^