Later, after everyone who was trying out had arrived, Oliver
explained how it was going to work. After, the try-outs had begun!
"Aberman, Jack and Bartnick, Brittany." Oliver called, and they stood up and flew upwards. Oliver released the snitch, and Bartnick caught it before Aberman. Aberman was dismissed, and Bartnick stayed. This routine happened many times, then something made Rachel really nervous.
"Rashon, Alex and Regnarg, Kevin." Oliver shouted no different than the other times, but it was who he said that caught Rachel's attention. She watched as Alex and Kevin mounted their brooms, and flew up as Oliver released the snitch again. George was timing, as he had done for all of them.
"HOLY SHIT!" Fred cried, his eyes wide. Everyone who had tried out, or was waiting to try out had stood up. "He's got it already!" Oliver yelled just as Kevin and Alex flew down, Alex trudging off somewhere leaving, Kevin with the snitch in his grasp, beaming.
"Oh.my..gosh. George! Was that like.10 seconds!?" Rachel managed to choke out.
"Actually.it was..9." George said, looking at the stopwatch in great surprise.
"Well.all you others go ahead and leave..we've got our seeker right here." Oliver said placing a hand on a grinning Kevin's shoulder. It would not be physically possible for Kevin's grin to get any wider. All of the other seekers left, grumbling about it being unfair.
"But.Oliver! You can't just.you need to let the others try out!" Rachel panicked.
"No I don't. It's not a law. I just usually do it to be courteous." He replied, and signaled for Kevin to go sit behind the table with Fred and George. "Alright! Chaser tryouts!!"
******
Rachel soon found herself mounting her broom, and flying upward holding a quaffle. She really didn't want to do this..she wasn't a good chaser. She wasn't good at flying! She wasn't good at anything! She just wanted to get down.but she couldn't. She couldn't do that to Oliver. She thought, " He worked so hard over the summer getting her ready, and I do like Quidditch, and I AM good at it. I'm just nervous. I don't want to have to play in front of Kevin. Wait a minute.it's Kevin! Kevin Regnarg! He's stupid and immature-and totally GORGEOUS. AH! Rachel.stop it! He's an ass! And you have more important things right now to worry about. Keep your mind on that stupid Slytherin Keeper.." She thought as she hovered in front of the hoops.
She flew back and forth and back and forth going very fast. She obviously made him dizzy without realizing it, and she pitched the Quaffle through the hoop, and it went in. She dove downward, and caught it before it hit the ground, and flew back up to try and score another goal. The keeper had been cured of his dizziness, and was ready to defend. She was running out of time and she knew it. Even though most of the others hadn't made any goals, she had to make at least three. She faked left, and he went for it!
"YES!" she thought. She pitched the Quaffle toward the right hoop, and immediately plummeted down to catch it after it went it. She caught before it hit the ground once more, and darted up to make one more goal before her time ended.
"Cmon Rachel.you can do this." Kevin whispered quietly to himself. Oliver and the twins were on the edge of their seats watching. Rachel turned around and flew backward, and then flew at the Keeper with INTENSE speed. She flung the Quaffle out of her arm, and toward the middle hoop.
"Aberman, Jack and Bartnick, Brittany." Oliver called, and they stood up and flew upwards. Oliver released the snitch, and Bartnick caught it before Aberman. Aberman was dismissed, and Bartnick stayed. This routine happened many times, then something made Rachel really nervous.
"Rashon, Alex and Regnarg, Kevin." Oliver shouted no different than the other times, but it was who he said that caught Rachel's attention. She watched as Alex and Kevin mounted their brooms, and flew up as Oliver released the snitch again. George was timing, as he had done for all of them.
"HOLY SHIT!" Fred cried, his eyes wide. Everyone who had tried out, or was waiting to try out had stood up. "He's got it already!" Oliver yelled just as Kevin and Alex flew down, Alex trudging off somewhere leaving, Kevin with the snitch in his grasp, beaming.
"Oh.my..gosh. George! Was that like.10 seconds!?" Rachel managed to choke out.
"Actually.it was..9." George said, looking at the stopwatch in great surprise.
"Well.all you others go ahead and leave..we've got our seeker right here." Oliver said placing a hand on a grinning Kevin's shoulder. It would not be physically possible for Kevin's grin to get any wider. All of the other seekers left, grumbling about it being unfair.
"But.Oliver! You can't just.you need to let the others try out!" Rachel panicked.
"No I don't. It's not a law. I just usually do it to be courteous." He replied, and signaled for Kevin to go sit behind the table with Fred and George. "Alright! Chaser tryouts!!"
******
Rachel soon found herself mounting her broom, and flying upward holding a quaffle. She really didn't want to do this..she wasn't a good chaser. She wasn't good at flying! She wasn't good at anything! She just wanted to get down.but she couldn't. She couldn't do that to Oliver. She thought, " He worked so hard over the summer getting her ready, and I do like Quidditch, and I AM good at it. I'm just nervous. I don't want to have to play in front of Kevin. Wait a minute.it's Kevin! Kevin Regnarg! He's stupid and immature-and totally GORGEOUS. AH! Rachel.stop it! He's an ass! And you have more important things right now to worry about. Keep your mind on that stupid Slytherin Keeper.." She thought as she hovered in front of the hoops.
She flew back and forth and back and forth going very fast. She obviously made him dizzy without realizing it, and she pitched the Quaffle through the hoop, and it went in. She dove downward, and caught it before it hit the ground, and flew back up to try and score another goal. The keeper had been cured of his dizziness, and was ready to defend. She was running out of time and she knew it. Even though most of the others hadn't made any goals, she had to make at least three. She faked left, and he went for it!
"YES!" she thought. She pitched the Quaffle toward the right hoop, and immediately plummeted down to catch it after it went it. She caught before it hit the ground once more, and darted up to make one more goal before her time ended.
"Cmon Rachel.you can do this." Kevin whispered quietly to himself. Oliver and the twins were on the edge of their seats watching. Rachel turned around and flew backward, and then flew at the Keeper with INTENSE speed. She flung the Quaffle out of her arm, and toward the middle hoop.