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Potions was a nightmare, not only did Snape embarrass Jenifer in front of the whole class, but he assigned 3 feet of parchment on deadly potions, and their cure...if they had one. At least now she was at lunch break. She was sitting at the Hufflepuff table trying to do some quick research on deadly potions, but her brain refused to concentrate. It kept wandering back to that new coach.
"Hey Jen!" Lenora Walksbaker one of her friends sat down next to her, and smiled cheerfully.
Jenifer looked up, and gave a half grin. Lenora knew that she was trying to concentrate on homework, but really didn't seem to care. Lenora just kept chatting away to all the girls at the table, paying no more attention to Jenifer. Looking back at her parchment Jenifer realized what she had written: new coach, hate Snape, and girls very annoying. Red faced, she rolled up her parchment and threw it in the nearest trash bin.
Glancing at her schedule, Jenifer noticed she had a class out in the quidditch field. It didn't say who taught the class or what the class was, it simply said 'Quidditch field' How odd. Jenifer shrugged, anything to do with Quidditch must be good, and walked to the field.
The quidditch field was covered in Gryffindors, Slytherins, Ravenclaws, and more Hufflepuffs. It was odd to have all four houses in one class. Jenifer wondered what exactly the class would be like. She plodded up to some other six years she knew and stood with them.
"D'ya know what this class is?" she whispered to Ginny Weasley, the chaser for Gryffindor.
"No, I just heard that Oliver Wood was this years Captain. I think it might have something to do with team unity." Ginny whispered, and then straightened herself when she saw Wood walk out.
"Hello Class. As most of you already know, I'm Oliver Wood. Call me Wood," Wood stopped when a smaller kid raised his hand.
"Aren't we supposed to call you Professor Wood?" The boy had a squeaky set voice, reminded Jenifer of her least favorite relative to talk to, Grandma Potkins.
"Technically? Yes. But I prefer to be called Wood." He smiled at the question.
"My brother, George, told me that you got signed with Puddlemere United." Ginny spoke up.
"I was, yes. Something came up." He spoke very quickly then paused momentarily, "Anyway, this class is to help you become better fliers, better players, and keep the balance between the houses normal, before and after games." Wood cleared his throat at the sight of the students giving him weird glances.
"So you expect us to work together? As opponents?" A strong set boy, Jenifer recognized as Captain of the Ravenclaw team.
"Aye. There's more to being a team then just playin'." Wood walked over to a puddle of girls, "We are going to introduce ourselves. I know you already know each other, this is for my benefit. Please tell me your name, your house, and the position you play."
"I am Lyla Pinkitt. Ravenclaw. I am a chaser." Lyla smiled proudly.
"Jess Wiley. Ravenclaw. Chaser."
"Joseph Marks. Hufflepuff. Beater."
It seemed to go on and on; there were a lot more people on the field then Jenifer thought. Finally, it was her turn.
"Jenifer Warden. Hufflepuff. Keeper." She glanced up at Wood, who was right in front of her smiling.
"I remember you, you ran into me in the halls this morning." Wood chuckled, as did the rest of the students on the field.
Jenifer felt her face go red, and wished that she could just disapperate right there on the spot. She merely mumbled "yeah"
"I'm only kiddin," His face changed to serious, "Quidditch is the best sport ever to be played. It is to be taken seriously, and this class is to teach you how to take it as serious as I did when I played. Winning is a great thing, but winning is only as good as much effort you put into the game," Oliver had a flashback to his victory with Puddlemere United, and winced. Painful memories.
"I'd like you to split up into groups. Not your houses, but a group of chasers, beaters, seekers, and keepers." He added when he saw the players move to assemble into their houses.
Jenifer thought this was going to be fun, she had been practicing all summer, now was the time to show off her skills that only the best had taught her, the best just happen to run in her blood. Now she got to show the coach, and all the other houses just how good of a keeper she really was.
Wood split them up into two teams, with a bit of each house in each team. They would each practice on half court, and change keepers mid-session. Jenifer was just laying back watching the other keepers up there, and kept thinking Man, I'm so much better then all those other keepers. I'm going to blow Wood away. The other keepers seemed not to know the true art of blocking a quaffle. That's exactly what Jenifer had trained for.
When Wood flew down and blew the whistle, he signaled his hands to the Jenifer and the other keeper waiting to come up. This is my chance. Her ego grew as she soared above the staduim. Suddenly a frightening thought deflated her big head: What if I really suck?
"Go get 'em." Wood whistled when the replacement keepers were in place.
Everything moved so fast, except the seekers who couldn't spot the snitch anywhere. The beaters kept hitting the bludgers all over the place, most likely because they were bored, Jenifer thought to herself. Every time the quaffle came near the goal Jenifer's heartbeat raced up a little. Calm yourself. You've been practicing for this all summer. You know what you're doing. Just keep focused and block the quaffle from coming in every time someone not from your team comes with it.....wait....who is on my team? Jenifer glanced around in a realizing that she didn't know who was on her team, they were all wearing either the orange or purple over cloaks that Wood provided. Looking at her own, she was wearing green. Panicked she looked for Ginny. She knew Ginny was on her team....before she knew it a chaser wearing bright orange came zooming at her. Think think think....block or no block? She decided to chance it and when the quaffle was ready to zoom right on through the goalpost, she hit it sideways with the tail of her broom. Haha gotcha!
Everyone cheered that was wearing purple. Ginny included. She was purple. Jenifer let a big sigh escape from her throat and relaxed in relief. I blocked the ball I knew I could do it. That wasn't so hard. Jenifer stole a glance at the teacher, he looked like he was thinking....hard.
When the class was nearly to an end Wood called everyone back down; "Very good. I see a lot of talented players up there. When the bell rings you are dismissed. You may chat until the bell." As soon as the words had left his mouth the students were chatting exitedly about their new quiditch class. Wood beckoned Jenifer over to him.
Jenifer walked towards Wood in rejoyce. He had noticed her excellent skill in playing as a keeper, surly he had nothing but praise for her…
Thanks for reviewing, and we changed our review settings, so we now can recieve all sorts of reviews...on with chapter 3
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Potions was a nightmare, not only did Snape embarrass Jenifer in front of the whole class, but he assigned 3 feet of parchment on deadly potions, and their cure...if they had one. At least now she was at lunch break. She was sitting at the Hufflepuff table trying to do some quick research on deadly potions, but her brain refused to concentrate. It kept wandering back to that new coach.
"Hey Jen!" Lenora Walksbaker one of her friends sat down next to her, and smiled cheerfully.
Jenifer looked up, and gave a half grin. Lenora knew that she was trying to concentrate on homework, but really didn't seem to care. Lenora just kept chatting away to all the girls at the table, paying no more attention to Jenifer. Looking back at her parchment Jenifer realized what she had written: new coach, hate Snape, and girls very annoying. Red faced, she rolled up her parchment and threw it in the nearest trash bin.
Glancing at her schedule, Jenifer noticed she had a class out in the quidditch field. It didn't say who taught the class or what the class was, it simply said 'Quidditch field' How odd. Jenifer shrugged, anything to do with Quidditch must be good, and walked to the field.
The quidditch field was covered in Gryffindors, Slytherins, Ravenclaws, and more Hufflepuffs. It was odd to have all four houses in one class. Jenifer wondered what exactly the class would be like. She plodded up to some other six years she knew and stood with them.
"D'ya know what this class is?" she whispered to Ginny Weasley, the chaser for Gryffindor.
"No, I just heard that Oliver Wood was this years Captain. I think it might have something to do with team unity." Ginny whispered, and then straightened herself when she saw Wood walk out.
"Hello Class. As most of you already know, I'm Oliver Wood. Call me Wood," Wood stopped when a smaller kid raised his hand.
"Aren't we supposed to call you Professor Wood?" The boy had a squeaky set voice, reminded Jenifer of her least favorite relative to talk to, Grandma Potkins.
"Technically? Yes. But I prefer to be called Wood." He smiled at the question.
"My brother, George, told me that you got signed with Puddlemere United." Ginny spoke up.
"I was, yes. Something came up." He spoke very quickly then paused momentarily, "Anyway, this class is to help you become better fliers, better players, and keep the balance between the houses normal, before and after games." Wood cleared his throat at the sight of the students giving him weird glances.
"So you expect us to work together? As opponents?" A strong set boy, Jenifer recognized as Captain of the Ravenclaw team.
"Aye. There's more to being a team then just playin'." Wood walked over to a puddle of girls, "We are going to introduce ourselves. I know you already know each other, this is for my benefit. Please tell me your name, your house, and the position you play."
"I am Lyla Pinkitt. Ravenclaw. I am a chaser." Lyla smiled proudly.
"Jess Wiley. Ravenclaw. Chaser."
"Joseph Marks. Hufflepuff. Beater."
It seemed to go on and on; there were a lot more people on the field then Jenifer thought. Finally, it was her turn.
"Jenifer Warden. Hufflepuff. Keeper." She glanced up at Wood, who was right in front of her smiling.
"I remember you, you ran into me in the halls this morning." Wood chuckled, as did the rest of the students on the field.
Jenifer felt her face go red, and wished that she could just disapperate right there on the spot. She merely mumbled "yeah"
"I'm only kiddin," His face changed to serious, "Quidditch is the best sport ever to be played. It is to be taken seriously, and this class is to teach you how to take it as serious as I did when I played. Winning is a great thing, but winning is only as good as much effort you put into the game," Oliver had a flashback to his victory with Puddlemere United, and winced. Painful memories.
"I'd like you to split up into groups. Not your houses, but a group of chasers, beaters, seekers, and keepers." He added when he saw the players move to assemble into their houses.
Jenifer thought this was going to be fun, she had been practicing all summer, now was the time to show off her skills that only the best had taught her, the best just happen to run in her blood. Now she got to show the coach, and all the other houses just how good of a keeper she really was.
Wood split them up into two teams, with a bit of each house in each team. They would each practice on half court, and change keepers mid-session. Jenifer was just laying back watching the other keepers up there, and kept thinking Man, I'm so much better then all those other keepers. I'm going to blow Wood away. The other keepers seemed not to know the true art of blocking a quaffle. That's exactly what Jenifer had trained for.
When Wood flew down and blew the whistle, he signaled his hands to the Jenifer and the other keeper waiting to come up. This is my chance. Her ego grew as she soared above the staduim. Suddenly a frightening thought deflated her big head: What if I really suck?
"Go get 'em." Wood whistled when the replacement keepers were in place.
Everything moved so fast, except the seekers who couldn't spot the snitch anywhere. The beaters kept hitting the bludgers all over the place, most likely because they were bored, Jenifer thought to herself. Every time the quaffle came near the goal Jenifer's heartbeat raced up a little. Calm yourself. You've been practicing for this all summer. You know what you're doing. Just keep focused and block the quaffle from coming in every time someone not from your team comes with it.....wait....who is on my team? Jenifer glanced around in a realizing that she didn't know who was on her team, they were all wearing either the orange or purple over cloaks that Wood provided. Looking at her own, she was wearing green. Panicked she looked for Ginny. She knew Ginny was on her team....before she knew it a chaser wearing bright orange came zooming at her. Think think think....block or no block? She decided to chance it and when the quaffle was ready to zoom right on through the goalpost, she hit it sideways with the tail of her broom. Haha gotcha!
Everyone cheered that was wearing purple. Ginny included. She was purple. Jenifer let a big sigh escape from her throat and relaxed in relief. I blocked the ball I knew I could do it. That wasn't so hard. Jenifer stole a glance at the teacher, he looked like he was thinking....hard.
When the class was nearly to an end Wood called everyone back down; "Very good. I see a lot of talented players up there. When the bell rings you are dismissed. You may chat until the bell." As soon as the words had left his mouth the students were chatting exitedly about their new quiditch class. Wood beckoned Jenifer over to him.
Jenifer walked towards Wood in rejoyce. He had noticed her excellent skill in playing as a keeper, surly he had nothing but praise for her…