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Chapter 4:
Ron burst through the Great Hall doors. He glanced around, no sign of her. "Harry, have you seen Hermione?" He asked, seeing Harry sitting next to Ginny and Neville.
"Sorry, I haven't." Harry answered grabbing a biscuit. "Is she talking to you?"
Slumping down on the bench, Ron sighed. "I don't know. I think she's been avoiding me."
"You got that right dear brother." Ginny grinned. "She left early for Care of the Magical Creatures this morning. She said it was to get a sit in front. But I know better."
"I knew something was up with that. I hate this, it's worse then the silent treatment." He slouched down next to Harry.
"What is she mad at you about this time?" Harry mumbled as he bit into his sandwich. "Is it about the insult this morning or did you insult her after that?"
"You insulted her. Ron you great prat." Ginny scolded, swatting him on the back of the head.
"Ow. What was that for? It's not like I've never insulted her before. Harry does it too, give him a swat." Ron said. "Besides I don't even know if Harry's right what if she's mad about what happened at detention? You never know." Ginny looked confused. "I'm going to the Common Room, Harry come on."
"I'm not done yet." He complained. Ron glared, "Ok I'm coming I'm coming."
"You don't have to leave Harry, not because he says so." Ginny whined.
"I'm afraid I do. I think I'm in enough trouble as it is. I'll see you in Dark Arts Neville." Harry stuffed the corner of his sandwich in his mouth and ran to catch up with Ron.
"Women are so bloody confusing." Ron stated, slouching onto the couch.
"Well I'm so glad you feel that way Ron." Hermione said from behind them. "You have such a good intake on women."
Both Ron and Harry turned to see Hermione sitting by the table writing. "Hey Hermione. What have you been up to today? I haven't really seen you." Harry asked.
"Oh pretty good I guess. And you?" Hermione didn't bothering looking up from her paper Harry knew she could tell the effect she was having on Ron. You don't know a guy 5 years without figuring out what makes him blow.
"Hermione why are you avoiding me.you act as if I'm not even here." Ron jumped out of his slouched position and was now taking long strides over to Hermione.
"I know you are here Ron I just would like to have a few words with Harry. You have your secrets I have mine." Hermione stated again very politely.
"You said you weren't mad at me about that this morning." Ron growled.
"People change, you think you everything about someone but then one day it all changes." Harry winced, that was not the best thing she could have said. Let the row begin. Before Ron could retaliate a owl flew in through the window. Ron recognized who's it was.
"Is that from Vicky?" He said sarcastically.
"No Ron," Ron relaxed. "It's from Viktor." God she's good, Harry thought.
His face turned red, more red then it had gotten the morning before. "Your still writing to that prat?" Hermione simply nodded, taking the postcard from the owl and sending it off. "Your talking to him and not me?"
"He didn't lie to me and he doesn't insult my love for books every time I go to the library." Hermione yelled.
"That's because he isn't here. He's not with you every single day!" Ron retorted. They were now standing 2 feet away form each other. "There are some advantages to not seeing someone everyday Ron."
"There sure are." Ron said, "I'm going to try to see if I can find out those advantages." He turned and stomped up the dormitory stairs.
Harry looked dumbstruck as did Hermione. "Did he just walk out on you? That's got to be the first."
"Oh shut up Harry. He's just being immature." Hermione walked back to her seat and sighed. "It is strange that he just walked away. He didn't even call me a know-it-all or a bookwork yet."
Harry laughed, and took a seat next to her. "You know just what you get your self into, don't you?"
"Of course. Ron's very predictable."
*~*
"Ron! Come on let's go." Harry yelled up the dormitory stairs. "Your not going to help yourself out much by being late." Harry could Isabel was going to be tough to beat in the try-outs. He wanted Ron to have a good chance. It would help if he was actually on time for the practice. With his broom in his right hand, Harry walked over toward the couch, where Hermione had her books sprawled out on the table. "Are you going to wish him good luck?" He asked trying to get her attention.
"Why bother? He's mad at me. And frankly I'm mad at him as well." Harry just rolled his eyes. He's attention was drawn back to the stairs as Ron stomped down each step.
"Let's go Harry." He replied flatly. "I want to get there before Isabel."
"Then your to late. She left 15 minutes ago." Hermione replied.
"Did I ask you?" Ron said coldly as he walked over to the portrait. Hermione frowned.
"You sure look mad don't you." Harry chuckled, leaning down he whispered, "He didn't mean it, you know that. I know you miss talking to him. You just have to be the bigger person and tell him your sorry."
"I will do no such thing." With that Harry followed Ron out the portrait, leaving Hermione sitting there by herself with his words still ringing in her ears. '.you miss talking to him.' He was partly right, she did miss talking to him. But they have gone longer without talking before. The thing she missed most was just being able to heard him joke around. Since there fight all she's seen him do it is sit looking depressed. That wasn't like Ron. Something had changed in him. She couldn't understand what but she wanted him back. Without even thinking about what she was doing she jumped out of her seat and ran through the portrait hole, ignoring the Fat Lady telling her to walk. After one sharp turn she could see the redhead ahead of her walking steadily with Harry.
"Ron! Ron!" She yelled. Both boys turned around just in time to run into Ron. With both hands on her shoulders, he steadied her. Gasping for breath she began, "Ron.I.you.I'm" She huffed.
"Hermione are you ok?" Ron asked, his anger leaving him.
"Yes.I'm fine. I just ran all the way down here. I needed to tell you something." Harry grinned behind Ron's back, Hermione ignored him.
"Go on." Ron pressed.
"Well, I've been thinking and I wanted to say that I'm sorry for getting mad at you about this whole Isabel thing. I know there are things that you want to keep secret in your life, and this was one of them. So I'm sorry I got mad at you, and that I sort of egged you on yesterday." She rushed. Ron stood there confused. Hermione saw this and continued. "So now that I got that out, you should get down the Quidditch pitch. Good luck." Giving him a hug, she stood on her tiptoes, she gave him a kiss on the cheek.
"Umm.yeah, thanks." Ron stammered as his cheeks turned the color of his hair. She turned and walked back down the hall. After a moment or two of staring down the hall at Hermione's departing figure, Ron suddenly realized Harry was laughing beside him. "That sure was interesting." He said straightening himself up.
"Yeah it was, as well as that red color your cheeks are wearing." Harry laughed. "Oh shut up. Lets get down to the pitch." Ron tried to but he just couldn't hide a smile.
Harry took his place at the table were the rest of the Gryffindor
team. Ron went over and stood with the other people trying out. Ron
noticed that most of them were not nearly cut out for the job.
"Hi Ron! Well, the competition will be fierce today. I mean look at
all of the people here!" Seamus Finnigan said after walking over. He
then leaned closer to Ron and whispered, "Some of those third years
over there are saying that somebody has a new Thunderbolt! But of
course this was through the grape vine."
Ron raised his eyebrow and shrugged. Ron was about to say some thing
back to Seamus when Harry's voice rang out and silenced the crowd.
"Er, hello everyone. Welcome to the Gryffindor Quidditch tryouts. As
much as I would like to be able to accept all of you to our team, er,
I can't." Most people snorted in amusement at this. "Well, lets
start. Angelina will give you directions." Harry quickly sat down.
Angelina, glaring at Harry stood up and said, "Okay, first time up
everyone will fly up and ride around the course as fast as you can,
following the loopy floating flag course. The ten fastest times will
win. Any questions?" The short silence convinced her and she then
shouted out, "Well, let the games begin!" She ignored the stares and
sat down. She checked the list and read out, "We'll do the youngest
ones first, so Arthur Demsfield, your up."
The third year mounted his broom and got about ten feet off the ground
when he slipped off and fell to the ground. He was carried off with a
broken wrist and two girls left with him.
Angelina checked off all three of their names and moved on. Ron's
attention came off Caitlin Truman and on to the group of people
around, something. Ron scooted over to the group and pushed his way to the center. When he got there he saw Isabel Ollivander, holding a brand-new top of the line Thunderbolt LXT.
".it cost a vaultful but it was worth it." Isabel was saying. She
looked over at Ron and raised an eyebrow.
A kid cried out, " Ride it for us!" Taking his cue Ron said, "Or can
you not handle such a big broom."
Isabel glared at him and said in retort, "Oh I can ride it, and you'll
see that I can."
Ron said back to her, "Right, and how will we be so sure?"
"Because it's my turn to take the course." With that Isabel took her
broom to the starting line and mounted.
Angelina shouted start and Isabel took off. The watchers weren't able
to really take in the wonder of it because 47 seconds later Isabel
landed.
The field was silent until two voices started cheering, "Go Izzy, go
Izzy!" Ron nearly lost his head when he saw it was none other than
his own two brothers.
Suddenly about seven people left right there. One of them muttered
something about how, "Nobody will ever pass this with a Thunderbolt in
the running."
Fortunately Ron's mind wasn't on Isabel, but it was on the fact that
now there were only 12 people there. Slowly waltzing over to Angelina
he peeked at the list. The time he had to beat was 1 minute 5
seconds. Smiling he went back to the group of contestants.
Angelina wrote down Isabel's time and then yelled out, "Okay, listen.
If anyone gets a better time than a minute and five seconds your in
the semifinals. So with that being said, Ronald Weasley, your up."
Ron went to the starting point and cracked his knuckles. "This should
be." He was about to end with fun but Angelina called out, "Go!"
Ron swooped around and nearly ran full force into a flag. He swerved
out of the way just in time. When he got to the large dive he did it
with such agility even Isabel was filled with awe. He pulled out and
landed with a time of 51 seconds.
"Not as good as me, but still good." Isabel said calmly.
Ron looked at her and said, "Oh you know I was the best at that dive!"
Ron looked up at Harry starting over to them. Not really wanting the
praise to go to Isabel he met Harry half way.
"Wow, that was some flying." Harry said. "But don't get too cocky,
you still have the next round. You know, the one that DECIDES WHO THE
KEEPER IS GOING TO BE!" Harry looked at Ron very seriously.
"Sod off! God, I know that there's one more round." Harry watched Ron
walk off muttering something like, "Sounds like my mom."
Harry shook his head and then went over to Isabel. "Hey, you were
amazing." He thought about what he had said and quickly added in,
"Your flying I mean."
Isabel started laughing. Wow her eyes look beautiful when she laughs.
She regained her composure and said, "Well, I did have a little
help."
Harry frowned and began, "Izzy, I'm going to have to disqualify you if
you were cheating."
"No, no, no! I meant my broom." She looked at him and he then
mouthed, "Oh." Isabel laughed again, causing Harry to inch closer to
her.
"What are you doing?" Isabel asked when he got noticeably closer.
Realizing what was happening Harry jumped back. "Sorry, I just, I
mean, it was, and you see, er."
Isabel stepped closer to him and said softly, "It's fine, I know what
you wanted."
They both leaned in for a kiss when Harry grabbed her arms and stopped
them. "Not here, they'll think things." He trailed off and went back
to sit with the rest of the team.
Isabel bit her lip and went back to the group of contestants to await
new instructions.
Ron, who was the only person watching Harry and Isabel went up to him
and glared. Once Harry realized why Ron was suddenly upset Ron said,
"Listen, I don't think I want to know what happened between you and
Isabel, but I do want to see the list of people who passed.
"Fine." Harry muttered as he handed over the list. "Let the other
people see too!" He said. Ron looked at the list and read off the names:
Greta Fabian Year- 8
Ulrich Trenton Year- 4
Wyatt Judke Year- 3
Ursula McDermott Year- 6
Peter Haverson Year- 7
Ronald Weasley Year- 5
Ruth Surber Year- 7
Ginny Weasley Year- 4
Colin Creevey Year- 5
Isabel Ollivander ? Year- 5
Ron looked back at Isabel's name. Harry has a smiley face next to
Isabel' name, what's up with that? Ignoring this as best as he gave
the list back to Harry.
Meanwhile Isabel had been engaged in a heated argument over whoever
did the best. She had been ruled out ages ago, on account of her
flying so fast.
"I personally think Seamus Finnigan." Ursula was saying, "He flew
slow, but very carefully."
"No way, he was too careful!" Peter shouted.
Isabel rolled her eyes and glanced back at Harry. She had been doing
that a lot those few minutes. Finally she saw Angelina coming over.
"Okay listen up people, the final test is us Chasers are going to
throw ten pitches at you. The person who catches the most is the new
keeper."
The contestants all nodded, understanding how "simple" it would be.
Angelina smirked and said, "Alright, now it's going to be opposite
this time, it'll go for the oldest people first. She had Greta go,
who caught three pitches. And then there was Peter Haverson who
caught five. Soon it was the 5th year's turn. Angelina called
Isabel's name. She flew quickly up to the goals and stretched her arms. When she saw the Chasers coming she easily swerved around, catching the first five throws. She nearly missed the sixth, but Isabel did a backwards dive and caught it just in time. The seventh pitch was thrown and Isabel missed by a hair. Katie Bell came flying toward her and threw the Quaffle. The ball came at breakneck speed toward her head. Ducking just in time she missed the ball, but saved herself from a concussion. The last two she caught, wowing the audience with her speed. Isabel landed and went over to Harry.
"You okay?" Harry asked after looking at a very shaken up Isabel.
She snapped back into the now and said, "That quaffle, did you see how
close it came TO MY HEAD?"
Harry laughed at how scared she was and said, "That's Quidditch for
you toots." Suddenly stopping himself and thinking back at what he
said he muttered, "Did I just say toots?"
Isabel, blushing in embarrassment, nodded. Harry laughed and got her
to loosen up.
Ron suddenly came running up and said, "Did you see that! I did that
star-fish thing! There's a name for it, I just can't remember." Ron,
noticing the confused look on Harry's face said, "Oh, you weren't
looking."
Harry was about to apologize when Isabel said, "No, he saw. Both of
us were watching."
Ron said, "Good! Then you saw how cool it was?"
"Er, yeah, totally brilliant." Harry mumbled.
Ron just kept rambling on while Harry and Isabel nodded along with
him. "So in the end I ended up with eight."
"Hey the same as me!" Isabel said absent-mindedly.
Ron looked at Harry for clarification who said, "We vote at the end so
it doesn't matter."
The three looked at each other for about five minutes just thinking
their own things.
Finally Angelina called out, "Okay! There were four people who got
eight, so we have to vote on them." A few people grumbled but
Angelina still continued, "The last four are Ron Weasley, Ginny
Weasley, Isabel Ollivander, and Colin Creevey." The other six people
drifted off the field talking amongst themselves about the tryouts.
Colin, Ginny, Ron, and Isabel all went up to the teams stand and
waited for the votes. This process took no time at all. It seemed as
though each team member had already made up his or her mind on who
should be on the team. In fact the only person who seemed to have any
trouble deciding was Harry.
Finally when all the votes were collected and Angelina started reading
them out. "Ron Weasley. GIRL POWER Ginny Weasley. Ron Weasley.
Isabel, Isabel. Now, the deciding vote goes to." Angelina unfolded
the last paper and read out, "Ronald Weasley is the new Keeper!"
The clapping for Ron was interrupted by Fred and George getting up and
storming off to the castle.
"What's up with them?" Ron asked Harry in a whisper.
"They voted for Isabel and she didn't win." Harry replied. "But
that's just my opinion."
Ron shrugged and followed the other six people going up to the castle.
Please review! No flames please I'm just trying to write like I like it.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. His world is the work of the
wonderful J.K. Rowling!
Chapter 4:
Ron burst through the Great Hall doors. He glanced around, no sign of her. "Harry, have you seen Hermione?" He asked, seeing Harry sitting next to Ginny and Neville.
"Sorry, I haven't." Harry answered grabbing a biscuit. "Is she talking to you?"
Slumping down on the bench, Ron sighed. "I don't know. I think she's been avoiding me."
"You got that right dear brother." Ginny grinned. "She left early for Care of the Magical Creatures this morning. She said it was to get a sit in front. But I know better."
"I knew something was up with that. I hate this, it's worse then the silent treatment." He slouched down next to Harry.
"What is she mad at you about this time?" Harry mumbled as he bit into his sandwich. "Is it about the insult this morning or did you insult her after that?"
"You insulted her. Ron you great prat." Ginny scolded, swatting him on the back of the head.
"Ow. What was that for? It's not like I've never insulted her before. Harry does it too, give him a swat." Ron said. "Besides I don't even know if Harry's right what if she's mad about what happened at detention? You never know." Ginny looked confused. "I'm going to the Common Room, Harry come on."
"I'm not done yet." He complained. Ron glared, "Ok I'm coming I'm coming."
"You don't have to leave Harry, not because he says so." Ginny whined.
"I'm afraid I do. I think I'm in enough trouble as it is. I'll see you in Dark Arts Neville." Harry stuffed the corner of his sandwich in his mouth and ran to catch up with Ron.
"Women are so bloody confusing." Ron stated, slouching onto the couch.
"Well I'm so glad you feel that way Ron." Hermione said from behind them. "You have such a good intake on women."
Both Ron and Harry turned to see Hermione sitting by the table writing. "Hey Hermione. What have you been up to today? I haven't really seen you." Harry asked.
"Oh pretty good I guess. And you?" Hermione didn't bothering looking up from her paper Harry knew she could tell the effect she was having on Ron. You don't know a guy 5 years without figuring out what makes him blow.
"Hermione why are you avoiding me.you act as if I'm not even here." Ron jumped out of his slouched position and was now taking long strides over to Hermione.
"I know you are here Ron I just would like to have a few words with Harry. You have your secrets I have mine." Hermione stated again very politely.
"You said you weren't mad at me about that this morning." Ron growled.
"People change, you think you everything about someone but then one day it all changes." Harry winced, that was not the best thing she could have said. Let the row begin. Before Ron could retaliate a owl flew in through the window. Ron recognized who's it was.
"Is that from Vicky?" He said sarcastically.
"No Ron," Ron relaxed. "It's from Viktor." God she's good, Harry thought.
His face turned red, more red then it had gotten the morning before. "Your still writing to that prat?" Hermione simply nodded, taking the postcard from the owl and sending it off. "Your talking to him and not me?"
"He didn't lie to me and he doesn't insult my love for books every time I go to the library." Hermione yelled.
"That's because he isn't here. He's not with you every single day!" Ron retorted. They were now standing 2 feet away form each other. "There are some advantages to not seeing someone everyday Ron."
"There sure are." Ron said, "I'm going to try to see if I can find out those advantages." He turned and stomped up the dormitory stairs.
Harry looked dumbstruck as did Hermione. "Did he just walk out on you? That's got to be the first."
"Oh shut up Harry. He's just being immature." Hermione walked back to her seat and sighed. "It is strange that he just walked away. He didn't even call me a know-it-all or a bookwork yet."
Harry laughed, and took a seat next to her. "You know just what you get your self into, don't you?"
"Of course. Ron's very predictable."
*~*
"Ron! Come on let's go." Harry yelled up the dormitory stairs. "Your not going to help yourself out much by being late." Harry could Isabel was going to be tough to beat in the try-outs. He wanted Ron to have a good chance. It would help if he was actually on time for the practice. With his broom in his right hand, Harry walked over toward the couch, where Hermione had her books sprawled out on the table. "Are you going to wish him good luck?" He asked trying to get her attention.
"Why bother? He's mad at me. And frankly I'm mad at him as well." Harry just rolled his eyes. He's attention was drawn back to the stairs as Ron stomped down each step.
"Let's go Harry." He replied flatly. "I want to get there before Isabel."
"Then your to late. She left 15 minutes ago." Hermione replied.
"Did I ask you?" Ron said coldly as he walked over to the portrait. Hermione frowned.
"You sure look mad don't you." Harry chuckled, leaning down he whispered, "He didn't mean it, you know that. I know you miss talking to him. You just have to be the bigger person and tell him your sorry."
"I will do no such thing." With that Harry followed Ron out the portrait, leaving Hermione sitting there by herself with his words still ringing in her ears. '.you miss talking to him.' He was partly right, she did miss talking to him. But they have gone longer without talking before. The thing she missed most was just being able to heard him joke around. Since there fight all she's seen him do it is sit looking depressed. That wasn't like Ron. Something had changed in him. She couldn't understand what but she wanted him back. Without even thinking about what she was doing she jumped out of her seat and ran through the portrait hole, ignoring the Fat Lady telling her to walk. After one sharp turn she could see the redhead ahead of her walking steadily with Harry.
"Ron! Ron!" She yelled. Both boys turned around just in time to run into Ron. With both hands on her shoulders, he steadied her. Gasping for breath she began, "Ron.I.you.I'm" She huffed.
"Hermione are you ok?" Ron asked, his anger leaving him.
"Yes.I'm fine. I just ran all the way down here. I needed to tell you something." Harry grinned behind Ron's back, Hermione ignored him.
"Go on." Ron pressed.
"Well, I've been thinking and I wanted to say that I'm sorry for getting mad at you about this whole Isabel thing. I know there are things that you want to keep secret in your life, and this was one of them. So I'm sorry I got mad at you, and that I sort of egged you on yesterday." She rushed. Ron stood there confused. Hermione saw this and continued. "So now that I got that out, you should get down the Quidditch pitch. Good luck." Giving him a hug, she stood on her tiptoes, she gave him a kiss on the cheek.
"Umm.yeah, thanks." Ron stammered as his cheeks turned the color of his hair. She turned and walked back down the hall. After a moment or two of staring down the hall at Hermione's departing figure, Ron suddenly realized Harry was laughing beside him. "That sure was interesting." He said straightening himself up.
"Yeah it was, as well as that red color your cheeks are wearing." Harry laughed. "Oh shut up. Lets get down to the pitch." Ron tried to but he just couldn't hide a smile.
Harry took his place at the table were the rest of the Gryffindor
team. Ron went over and stood with the other people trying out. Ron
noticed that most of them were not nearly cut out for the job.
"Hi Ron! Well, the competition will be fierce today. I mean look at
all of the people here!" Seamus Finnigan said after walking over. He
then leaned closer to Ron and whispered, "Some of those third years
over there are saying that somebody has a new Thunderbolt! But of
course this was through the grape vine."
Ron raised his eyebrow and shrugged. Ron was about to say some thing
back to Seamus when Harry's voice rang out and silenced the crowd.
"Er, hello everyone. Welcome to the Gryffindor Quidditch tryouts. As
much as I would like to be able to accept all of you to our team, er,
I can't." Most people snorted in amusement at this. "Well, lets
start. Angelina will give you directions." Harry quickly sat down.
Angelina, glaring at Harry stood up and said, "Okay, first time up
everyone will fly up and ride around the course as fast as you can,
following the loopy floating flag course. The ten fastest times will
win. Any questions?" The short silence convinced her and she then
shouted out, "Well, let the games begin!" She ignored the stares and
sat down. She checked the list and read out, "We'll do the youngest
ones first, so Arthur Demsfield, your up."
The third year mounted his broom and got about ten feet off the ground
when he slipped off and fell to the ground. He was carried off with a
broken wrist and two girls left with him.
Angelina checked off all three of their names and moved on. Ron's
attention came off Caitlin Truman and on to the group of people
around, something. Ron scooted over to the group and pushed his way to the center. When he got there he saw Isabel Ollivander, holding a brand-new top of the line Thunderbolt LXT.
".it cost a vaultful but it was worth it." Isabel was saying. She
looked over at Ron and raised an eyebrow.
A kid cried out, " Ride it for us!" Taking his cue Ron said, "Or can
you not handle such a big broom."
Isabel glared at him and said in retort, "Oh I can ride it, and you'll
see that I can."
Ron said back to her, "Right, and how will we be so sure?"
"Because it's my turn to take the course." With that Isabel took her
broom to the starting line and mounted.
Angelina shouted start and Isabel took off. The watchers weren't able
to really take in the wonder of it because 47 seconds later Isabel
landed.
The field was silent until two voices started cheering, "Go Izzy, go
Izzy!" Ron nearly lost his head when he saw it was none other than
his own two brothers.
Suddenly about seven people left right there. One of them muttered
something about how, "Nobody will ever pass this with a Thunderbolt in
the running."
Fortunately Ron's mind wasn't on Isabel, but it was on the fact that
now there were only 12 people there. Slowly waltzing over to Angelina
he peeked at the list. The time he had to beat was 1 minute 5
seconds. Smiling he went back to the group of contestants.
Angelina wrote down Isabel's time and then yelled out, "Okay, listen.
If anyone gets a better time than a minute and five seconds your in
the semifinals. So with that being said, Ronald Weasley, your up."
Ron went to the starting point and cracked his knuckles. "This should
be." He was about to end with fun but Angelina called out, "Go!"
Ron swooped around and nearly ran full force into a flag. He swerved
out of the way just in time. When he got to the large dive he did it
with such agility even Isabel was filled with awe. He pulled out and
landed with a time of 51 seconds.
"Not as good as me, but still good." Isabel said calmly.
Ron looked at her and said, "Oh you know I was the best at that dive!"
Ron looked up at Harry starting over to them. Not really wanting the
praise to go to Isabel he met Harry half way.
"Wow, that was some flying." Harry said. "But don't get too cocky,
you still have the next round. You know, the one that DECIDES WHO THE
KEEPER IS GOING TO BE!" Harry looked at Ron very seriously.
"Sod off! God, I know that there's one more round." Harry watched Ron
walk off muttering something like, "Sounds like my mom."
Harry shook his head and then went over to Isabel. "Hey, you were
amazing." He thought about what he had said and quickly added in,
"Your flying I mean."
Isabel started laughing. Wow her eyes look beautiful when she laughs.
She regained her composure and said, "Well, I did have a little
help."
Harry frowned and began, "Izzy, I'm going to have to disqualify you if
you were cheating."
"No, no, no! I meant my broom." She looked at him and he then
mouthed, "Oh." Isabel laughed again, causing Harry to inch closer to
her.
"What are you doing?" Isabel asked when he got noticeably closer.
Realizing what was happening Harry jumped back. "Sorry, I just, I
mean, it was, and you see, er."
Isabel stepped closer to him and said softly, "It's fine, I know what
you wanted."
They both leaned in for a kiss when Harry grabbed her arms and stopped
them. "Not here, they'll think things." He trailed off and went back
to sit with the rest of the team.
Isabel bit her lip and went back to the group of contestants to await
new instructions.
Ron, who was the only person watching Harry and Isabel went up to him
and glared. Once Harry realized why Ron was suddenly upset Ron said,
"Listen, I don't think I want to know what happened between you and
Isabel, but I do want to see the list of people who passed.
"Fine." Harry muttered as he handed over the list. "Let the other
people see too!" He said. Ron looked at the list and read off the names:
Greta Fabian Year- 8
Ulrich Trenton Year- 4
Wyatt Judke Year- 3
Ursula McDermott Year- 6
Peter Haverson Year- 7
Ronald Weasley Year- 5
Ruth Surber Year- 7
Ginny Weasley Year- 4
Colin Creevey Year- 5
Isabel Ollivander ? Year- 5
Ron looked back at Isabel's name. Harry has a smiley face next to
Isabel' name, what's up with that? Ignoring this as best as he gave
the list back to Harry.
Meanwhile Isabel had been engaged in a heated argument over whoever
did the best. She had been ruled out ages ago, on account of her
flying so fast.
"I personally think Seamus Finnigan." Ursula was saying, "He flew
slow, but very carefully."
"No way, he was too careful!" Peter shouted.
Isabel rolled her eyes and glanced back at Harry. She had been doing
that a lot those few minutes. Finally she saw Angelina coming over.
"Okay listen up people, the final test is us Chasers are going to
throw ten pitches at you. The person who catches the most is the new
keeper."
The contestants all nodded, understanding how "simple" it would be.
Angelina smirked and said, "Alright, now it's going to be opposite
this time, it'll go for the oldest people first. She had Greta go,
who caught three pitches. And then there was Peter Haverson who
caught five. Soon it was the 5th year's turn. Angelina called
Isabel's name. She flew quickly up to the goals and stretched her arms. When she saw the Chasers coming she easily swerved around, catching the first five throws. She nearly missed the sixth, but Isabel did a backwards dive and caught it just in time. The seventh pitch was thrown and Isabel missed by a hair. Katie Bell came flying toward her and threw the Quaffle. The ball came at breakneck speed toward her head. Ducking just in time she missed the ball, but saved herself from a concussion. The last two she caught, wowing the audience with her speed. Isabel landed and went over to Harry.
"You okay?" Harry asked after looking at a very shaken up Isabel.
She snapped back into the now and said, "That quaffle, did you see how
close it came TO MY HEAD?"
Harry laughed at how scared she was and said, "That's Quidditch for
you toots." Suddenly stopping himself and thinking back at what he
said he muttered, "Did I just say toots?"
Isabel, blushing in embarrassment, nodded. Harry laughed and got her
to loosen up.
Ron suddenly came running up and said, "Did you see that! I did that
star-fish thing! There's a name for it, I just can't remember." Ron,
noticing the confused look on Harry's face said, "Oh, you weren't
looking."
Harry was about to apologize when Isabel said, "No, he saw. Both of
us were watching."
Ron said, "Good! Then you saw how cool it was?"
"Er, yeah, totally brilliant." Harry mumbled.
Ron just kept rambling on while Harry and Isabel nodded along with
him. "So in the end I ended up with eight."
"Hey the same as me!" Isabel said absent-mindedly.
Ron looked at Harry for clarification who said, "We vote at the end so
it doesn't matter."
The three looked at each other for about five minutes just thinking
their own things.
Finally Angelina called out, "Okay! There were four people who got
eight, so we have to vote on them." A few people grumbled but
Angelina still continued, "The last four are Ron Weasley, Ginny
Weasley, Isabel Ollivander, and Colin Creevey." The other six people
drifted off the field talking amongst themselves about the tryouts.
Colin, Ginny, Ron, and Isabel all went up to the teams stand and
waited for the votes. This process took no time at all. It seemed as
though each team member had already made up his or her mind on who
should be on the team. In fact the only person who seemed to have any
trouble deciding was Harry.
Finally when all the votes were collected and Angelina started reading
them out. "Ron Weasley. GIRL POWER Ginny Weasley. Ron Weasley.
Isabel, Isabel. Now, the deciding vote goes to." Angelina unfolded
the last paper and read out, "Ronald Weasley is the new Keeper!"
The clapping for Ron was interrupted by Fred and George getting up and
storming off to the castle.
"What's up with them?" Ron asked Harry in a whisper.
"They voted for Isabel and she didn't win." Harry replied. "But
that's just my opinion."
Ron shrugged and followed the other six people going up to the castle.
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