Quidditch Try-outs
The Quidditch season is here. Will Andrew make the team?
As he Walked with the rest of the students to the quidditch pitch, he held his Nimbus 1900. He knew how to ride. In fact, He was fairly good. He lined up in the seeker line. James had broken his arm in the Dueling Tournament and could not play for a month. Only 3 people dared try to rival James' greatness. Andrew was one of them. They called his name and he came up to Lily, who was a chaser. She let go of the snitch and it zoomed into the air. At once, Andrew held his broom tip upwards and it went flying vertically. He held on with one hand until he reached the snitch. He stopped his broom and went flying up and grabbed the snitch. He started to fall and felt comfortable in his free-fall. Then held out his hand, caught his broom and pulled out 3 inches from the ground. He jumped down from his broom and stood with pride. "Sorry if that was a little lame. I'm off today. I don't know what it is." Lily and James looked at him with amazement and then James butted in, "The bloody hell your off! That was great!" he shrugged, scratched his head, and said, "I could have done better." James reached out his good arm and shook Andrew's hand, "Your on the Team!" Andrew gave a smile, but showed little enthusiasm. That night, a party for the new Quidditch team started. Everyone asked Andrew where he learned to fly. "Actually, I was winging it." His answer was. No one believed him, even though it was true. He rarely flew. Petra walked over to him and hugged him. "Where did you learn to fly like that?" she asked. "I was honestly winging it. No one ever taught me to fly. I just feel free in the air and know everything will be all right. It makes it easier when I do those stunts." She scowled at him, "You know, I asked you a question. You could at least answer me truthfully. James is the best quidditch player here, but you made his flying look like child's play! I'm your girlfriend. You could at least have the decency to tell me the truth! We are through!" with that, she stormed away. Andrew watched in anger as his once loving girlfriend just threw everything away. He turned around and walked away. He went to sleep early. He would sleep in late tomorrow.
~Tomorrow~
He woke up at 10:30 and lay in bed for an hour afterwards. He finally got up to see snow coming down. He put on his hooded jacket from home, and wore his street clothes. He walked out to the lake and put on his ice skates. He started to skate, but soon saw Petra and Sirius sitting by the lake, so he went back to the castle, retrieved his broom and started to fly. He flew around all the turrets and then landed on one. He lay there looking at the sky. Suddenly a voice behind him said," hey Andrew, what are you doing here all alone?"
The Quidditch season is here. Will Andrew make the team?
As he Walked with the rest of the students to the quidditch pitch, he held his Nimbus 1900. He knew how to ride. In fact, He was fairly good. He lined up in the seeker line. James had broken his arm in the Dueling Tournament and could not play for a month. Only 3 people dared try to rival James' greatness. Andrew was one of them. They called his name and he came up to Lily, who was a chaser. She let go of the snitch and it zoomed into the air. At once, Andrew held his broom tip upwards and it went flying vertically. He held on with one hand until he reached the snitch. He stopped his broom and went flying up and grabbed the snitch. He started to fall and felt comfortable in his free-fall. Then held out his hand, caught his broom and pulled out 3 inches from the ground. He jumped down from his broom and stood with pride. "Sorry if that was a little lame. I'm off today. I don't know what it is." Lily and James looked at him with amazement and then James butted in, "The bloody hell your off! That was great!" he shrugged, scratched his head, and said, "I could have done better." James reached out his good arm and shook Andrew's hand, "Your on the Team!" Andrew gave a smile, but showed little enthusiasm. That night, a party for the new Quidditch team started. Everyone asked Andrew where he learned to fly. "Actually, I was winging it." His answer was. No one believed him, even though it was true. He rarely flew. Petra walked over to him and hugged him. "Where did you learn to fly like that?" she asked. "I was honestly winging it. No one ever taught me to fly. I just feel free in the air and know everything will be all right. It makes it easier when I do those stunts." She scowled at him, "You know, I asked you a question. You could at least answer me truthfully. James is the best quidditch player here, but you made his flying look like child's play! I'm your girlfriend. You could at least have the decency to tell me the truth! We are through!" with that, she stormed away. Andrew watched in anger as his once loving girlfriend just threw everything away. He turned around and walked away. He went to sleep early. He would sleep in late tomorrow.
~Tomorrow~
He woke up at 10:30 and lay in bed for an hour afterwards. He finally got up to see snow coming down. He put on his hooded jacket from home, and wore his street clothes. He walked out to the lake and put on his ice skates. He started to skate, but soon saw Petra and Sirius sitting by the lake, so he went back to the castle, retrieved his broom and started to fly. He flew around all the turrets and then landed on one. He lay there looking at the sky. Suddenly a voice behind him said," hey Andrew, what are you doing here all alone?"