After Harry, Ron, and Hermione had finished their classes, Harry had
Quidditch practice. Clark had to try hard to act like he knew what
Quidditch was. He figured it was some sort of sport. He asked if he could
go to practice with Harry, to watch the team. Harry agreed, of course, and
started talking about the scores from the last big match. Clark just smiled
and nodded his head.
When they reached the stadium, the rest of the team was already there. Clark found it odd that they were all carrying brooms around with them as they set up. Harry had gone to change his clothes and returned, also carrying a large broom, though it seemed much more elaborate than the rest.
An older boy heaved a large chest out of the small store room one one of the stadiums large pillars. He set it down in the middle of the group and opened it. Clark saw two large brown balls that were moving on their own. They were strapped in securely. There was another red ball in the case. The team captain opened a small picture of the Hogwarts crest and popped out a small golden ball, only the size of his palm. He held it up, and little wings unfolded from the sides and the ball took off, soon out of sight. Next, two small bats were produced, and two red haired boys, whom Harry had pointed out as Ron's older twin brothers Fred and George, each took one. Then the captain pressed the release on one of the moving balls and it flew up into the air, zipping around above their heads. The second was released, and the red ball was picked up. All the players straddled their brooms, and pushed right up off the ground. The red ball was tossed back and forth a few times, all while they flew through the air on broomsticks. Clark had to try hard not to crack up, seeing yet another very traditional "old green witch horror movie" activity.
Clark scanned the sky looking for Harry, and found him zooming around after the small golden ball. He followed it back and forth, up and down, and into a steep dive, where he finally grabbed it, pulling back straight just in time. Harry flew over to Clark and grinned, Clark returned the smile.
"Have you ever played Quidditch before, Clark?" Harry asked.
"No, I.... no," Clark told him. "You looked like you've got some good experience though. That was a great dive back there," Clark grinned.
"I've got a good broom though, it helps a lot," said Harry.
"Yeah, it looks really cool!" Clark told him.
"Do you want to try it out? It's a Firebolt, the best there is," Harry said, full of pride. Seeing that Clark was about to reject, he urged him to say yes. "Oh come on, Clark! You'll love it!"
Clark told him he was afraid of heights.
Harry quieted down and said, "You're afraid of heights? You pretty much flew the other morning!"
"Well I wasn't really flying, it was more of a hover, actually....."
Harry shrugged his shoulders. "Pretty neat though. And a bit strange..."
"Go play Quidditch, Harry."
Harry grinned and said, "Suit yourself then," before kicking off again and releasing the little ball.
When they reached the stadium, the rest of the team was already there. Clark found it odd that they were all carrying brooms around with them as they set up. Harry had gone to change his clothes and returned, also carrying a large broom, though it seemed much more elaborate than the rest.
An older boy heaved a large chest out of the small store room one one of the stadiums large pillars. He set it down in the middle of the group and opened it. Clark saw two large brown balls that were moving on their own. They were strapped in securely. There was another red ball in the case. The team captain opened a small picture of the Hogwarts crest and popped out a small golden ball, only the size of his palm. He held it up, and little wings unfolded from the sides and the ball took off, soon out of sight. Next, two small bats were produced, and two red haired boys, whom Harry had pointed out as Ron's older twin brothers Fred and George, each took one. Then the captain pressed the release on one of the moving balls and it flew up into the air, zipping around above their heads. The second was released, and the red ball was picked up. All the players straddled their brooms, and pushed right up off the ground. The red ball was tossed back and forth a few times, all while they flew through the air on broomsticks. Clark had to try hard not to crack up, seeing yet another very traditional "old green witch horror movie" activity.
Clark scanned the sky looking for Harry, and found him zooming around after the small golden ball. He followed it back and forth, up and down, and into a steep dive, where he finally grabbed it, pulling back straight just in time. Harry flew over to Clark and grinned, Clark returned the smile.
"Have you ever played Quidditch before, Clark?" Harry asked.
"No, I.... no," Clark told him. "You looked like you've got some good experience though. That was a great dive back there," Clark grinned.
"I've got a good broom though, it helps a lot," said Harry.
"Yeah, it looks really cool!" Clark told him.
"Do you want to try it out? It's a Firebolt, the best there is," Harry said, full of pride. Seeing that Clark was about to reject, he urged him to say yes. "Oh come on, Clark! You'll love it!"
Clark told him he was afraid of heights.
Harry quieted down and said, "You're afraid of heights? You pretty much flew the other morning!"
"Well I wasn't really flying, it was more of a hover, actually....."
Harry shrugged his shoulders. "Pretty neat though. And a bit strange..."
"Go play Quidditch, Harry."
Harry grinned and said, "Suit yourself then," before kicking off again and releasing the little ball.