A/N: Hey.. thanks for the reviews.. haha it was a mean cliff! I actually only wrote this because I was bored and had nothing else to do. But anyways, I'm glad you like it and I guess I'll finish it.
Chapter 2 - Hidden Talent
A small figure on an old school broom with dark auburn hair was swooping around the pitch expertly, shouting out as a commentator.
"Walters' doing very well for her first year with the England team, don't you think? Yes I do... this may be her best match yet. She's a pro when handling the Quaffle. Even out-speeding the chasers on Firebolts. Now that's an accomplishment. Such a terrific rider. She might be able to pull through if she can smoothly finish her dive... and... yes! She's done it! She's won the game! Even if Ireland does catch the snitch, they'll still win by ten points! Walters might even be the best player the Wizarding World has ever-" She stopped abruptly and stared shockingly at Ginny.
"Where did you learn to fly like that?" Ginny asked, not realizing how embarrassed Chloe was.
"Wh-what the hell are you doing here?" she said hoarsely.
"I just came here to fly..." Chloe flew quickly and gracefully through the exit of the pitch and said, "There you go." As she passed her.
Ginny suddenly didn't feel like flying anymore. She marched back up to the castle, thinking hard. Chloe had to try out for chaser. She was exactly what Gryffindor needed to win the cup. She decided that night that she would show her brother Ron, the captain, how good she was, but wouldn't tell Chloe about it. It seemed like the perfect plan...
The next morning, Ginny found Ron playing Wizard Chess with Neville Longbottom. Of course, Ron was kicking his butt.
"Hey, Ron! Good news!" Ginny said, sitting next to him.
"I'm in the middle of something," he mumbled.
"But I've found an amazing Quidditch player!" she said.
He looked at her in shock.
"Sorry Neville, maybe another time," he said, waving his wand to put away the game.
He turned to Ginny, "Who?"
"Chloe Walters." Ron stared blankly at her.
"You mean that shy one?" he asked.
"Yes! I saw her last night. She was kind of mad that I was watching her but she's amazing... maybe even as good as Harry."
Ron thought long and hard about this, "Well, is there a way to see her play?"
"Tonight at seven. I'm sure. But we have to make sure we're not seen," Ginny said.
That night, Ron stole Harry's invisibility cloak and they snuck out of the castle and straight to the Quidditch Pitch.
Thankfully, Chloe was there, but she kept checking to see if anyone was looking. Ron and Ginny sat in the stands and watched her play for about an hour. When eight o'clock came around, they got up and walked back.
"She is quite good," Ron said.
"I told you," Ginny said smugly.
"But how are we going to get her to play?" Ron wondered.
"Just tell her you saw her fly around when you were walking past the pitch and you wanna see her at the tryouts," she suggested as if she already worked it out before.
"Uh... ok..." Ron said.
Just then, none other than Chloe stepped into the common room.
"Hey, Chloe!" he shouted across the common room, jumping over the couch.
Ginny suddenly realized how bad it would look if she was seen, so she sunk down to the floor and began to crawl over to the Girl's Dorm steps, hiding behind people's legs as she went.
"Um... hi," she said shyly, dark purple and pink twinged in her irises.
"How would you like to play for the Gryffindor Quidditch team?" Ron asked.
"Um... sorry... I don't play Quidditch," she lied.
Ginny stopped dead and hid behind a frightened third year's legs.
"But I saw you," he said without thinking.
Ron wasn't a very smooth talker.
"What?" she said, eyes suddenly swirling with red and light yellow.
"I mean... I was walking past the pitch and I saw you on a broom and I thought that maybe you'd like to try out," he said a bit to quickly.
"Um..." she thought out loud, eyes turning back to pink and purple.
"What the hell are you doing?" the third year whom Ginny was hiding behind snarled.
"What's going on..." Chloe said, looking between the two.
Ginny quickly got up, brushed herself off and stood between her and the stairs beside Ron.
"Well, I-" Ron started, but Ginny elbowed him.
She gave him a glance as if to say, "Let me do the talking."
"Well, you see, earlier today Ron walked by the pitch and rushed back up to the common room to tell me about you. I told him I thought you were really good too and so Ron decided to tell you to try out and I thought you'd immediately think I told him about last night, so I tried to hide myself-"
"Because you didn't think I couldn't handle it?" she said with sparkling red eyes, "I don't care if you did tell him or not. I going to try out anyway."
She huffily pushed pass them to the stairs. Ginny highly doubted that. Before, she told Ron she didn't play Quidditch. Ron raised a thick, red eyebrow at her. He seemed to have noticed that too.
Wednesday came along slower than any day before. They got a ton of homework since they were going to let them have it easy as soon as Quidditch season started.
On that warm and hazy Wednesday afternoon, Ginny grabbed her broom and headed down to the Pitch with Harry. She was going to try out for beater while she let Harry have the seeker position.
"I can't wait to see Chloe play," Harry said when they got outside, "Ron can't stop talking about her."
"Ooh la la," Ginny said and laughed, "Just so you know, I've found something weird about her eyes."
"Because her irises are completely black?" Harry guessed.
"No... sometimes they're red or blue or pink or green or yellow... it's very weird. Eyes don't do that," she said.
"Can't stop talking about me behind my back, eh?"
Ginny and Harry spun around to face a blue and red-eyed Chloe. They didn't know what to say so they stood there uncomfortably with their heads down, shifting from foot to foot.
"And just so you know, they change with my mood," she said.
She pushed through them and into the Pitch, leaving them stunned.
"Woah," Harry said, "That's so..."
"Cool!" Ginny finished.
They both laughed and continued walking to the Pitch. There was a considerable amount of people trying out for spots. Around thirty.
"Alright, now I'd like you all to get you into groups," Ron instructed,
"Chasers over here... Seekers over here... and Beaters over here."
"What about Keepers?" a big and very unattractive-looking second year said.
"I'm the keeper," Ron said smugly.
"Screw this," a stout little girl said, walking back up to the castle with three other girls.
Ginny looked amongst her fellow beaters. They all seemed very buff and big, unlike Ginny. All Ginny had was her powerful, anger swings and experience. She was tall and thin like the rest of her family. She looked over at the chasers. Chloe seemed to be the least confident of all of them, even though she was obviously the best. The seekers were looking pretty scared since they were up against Harry, the best seeker Hogwarts had ever seen.
"Alright, now I'll go through at the specific drills for each of you. You each get a corner to work at while I come around and look at everyone's game," Ron said.
When they all got into their drills, Ginny noticed a group of Slytherins in the stands.
"C'mon, you can throw better than that, Brody! What kind of a hit is that, Weasley?"
It was, of course, Malfoy and his big, dumb bodyguards.
Ron was ignoring them, not letting them have the satisfaction of bothering him.
"Hey, Walters! Your Quidditch skills are just as good as your speaking skills!" Draco shouted and Crabbe and Goyle snorted with laughter.
Chloe tried to ignore this insult, but Ginny could see blue practically glowing from her eyes.
After an hour of hard Quidditch, it was time to see who made it.
"Everyone gather around, gather around," Ron said as everyone swooped down in a tight group, all sweaty and bruised.
"Now I'm going to tell you who made it," Ron said.
Silence followed. (A/N: Wouldn't that suck if I ended it here?)
"The seeker is Harry Potter." "Yes!" Harry said, hugging Ginny.
"Well, obviously," Ginny whispered in his ear.
"The beaters are Ginny Weasley and Mike Brydges." Ginny smiled as Harry kissed her forehead and Mike jumped up and down.
"The chasers are..." Ron hesitated cruelly, "Roxanne Smitten, Darcy Wallows, and..... Chloe Walters."
A/N: I was thinking of cliffing it too! Muahahahahahahahaha... REVIEW!
Chapter 2 - Hidden Talent
A small figure on an old school broom with dark auburn hair was swooping around the pitch expertly, shouting out as a commentator.
"Walters' doing very well for her first year with the England team, don't you think? Yes I do... this may be her best match yet. She's a pro when handling the Quaffle. Even out-speeding the chasers on Firebolts. Now that's an accomplishment. Such a terrific rider. She might be able to pull through if she can smoothly finish her dive... and... yes! She's done it! She's won the game! Even if Ireland does catch the snitch, they'll still win by ten points! Walters might even be the best player the Wizarding World has ever-" She stopped abruptly and stared shockingly at Ginny.
"Where did you learn to fly like that?" Ginny asked, not realizing how embarrassed Chloe was.
"Wh-what the hell are you doing here?" she said hoarsely.
"I just came here to fly..." Chloe flew quickly and gracefully through the exit of the pitch and said, "There you go." As she passed her.
Ginny suddenly didn't feel like flying anymore. She marched back up to the castle, thinking hard. Chloe had to try out for chaser. She was exactly what Gryffindor needed to win the cup. She decided that night that she would show her brother Ron, the captain, how good she was, but wouldn't tell Chloe about it. It seemed like the perfect plan...
The next morning, Ginny found Ron playing Wizard Chess with Neville Longbottom. Of course, Ron was kicking his butt.
"Hey, Ron! Good news!" Ginny said, sitting next to him.
"I'm in the middle of something," he mumbled.
"But I've found an amazing Quidditch player!" she said.
He looked at her in shock.
"Sorry Neville, maybe another time," he said, waving his wand to put away the game.
He turned to Ginny, "Who?"
"Chloe Walters." Ron stared blankly at her.
"You mean that shy one?" he asked.
"Yes! I saw her last night. She was kind of mad that I was watching her but she's amazing... maybe even as good as Harry."
Ron thought long and hard about this, "Well, is there a way to see her play?"
"Tonight at seven. I'm sure. But we have to make sure we're not seen," Ginny said.
That night, Ron stole Harry's invisibility cloak and they snuck out of the castle and straight to the Quidditch Pitch.
Thankfully, Chloe was there, but she kept checking to see if anyone was looking. Ron and Ginny sat in the stands and watched her play for about an hour. When eight o'clock came around, they got up and walked back.
"She is quite good," Ron said.
"I told you," Ginny said smugly.
"But how are we going to get her to play?" Ron wondered.
"Just tell her you saw her fly around when you were walking past the pitch and you wanna see her at the tryouts," she suggested as if she already worked it out before.
"Uh... ok..." Ron said.
Just then, none other than Chloe stepped into the common room.
"Hey, Chloe!" he shouted across the common room, jumping over the couch.
Ginny suddenly realized how bad it would look if she was seen, so she sunk down to the floor and began to crawl over to the Girl's Dorm steps, hiding behind people's legs as she went.
"Um... hi," she said shyly, dark purple and pink twinged in her irises.
"How would you like to play for the Gryffindor Quidditch team?" Ron asked.
"Um... sorry... I don't play Quidditch," she lied.
Ginny stopped dead and hid behind a frightened third year's legs.
"But I saw you," he said without thinking.
Ron wasn't a very smooth talker.
"What?" she said, eyes suddenly swirling with red and light yellow.
"I mean... I was walking past the pitch and I saw you on a broom and I thought that maybe you'd like to try out," he said a bit to quickly.
"Um..." she thought out loud, eyes turning back to pink and purple.
"What the hell are you doing?" the third year whom Ginny was hiding behind snarled.
"What's going on..." Chloe said, looking between the two.
Ginny quickly got up, brushed herself off and stood between her and the stairs beside Ron.
"Well, I-" Ron started, but Ginny elbowed him.
She gave him a glance as if to say, "Let me do the talking."
"Well, you see, earlier today Ron walked by the pitch and rushed back up to the common room to tell me about you. I told him I thought you were really good too and so Ron decided to tell you to try out and I thought you'd immediately think I told him about last night, so I tried to hide myself-"
"Because you didn't think I couldn't handle it?" she said with sparkling red eyes, "I don't care if you did tell him or not. I going to try out anyway."
She huffily pushed pass them to the stairs. Ginny highly doubted that. Before, she told Ron she didn't play Quidditch. Ron raised a thick, red eyebrow at her. He seemed to have noticed that too.
Wednesday came along slower than any day before. They got a ton of homework since they were going to let them have it easy as soon as Quidditch season started.
On that warm and hazy Wednesday afternoon, Ginny grabbed her broom and headed down to the Pitch with Harry. She was going to try out for beater while she let Harry have the seeker position.
"I can't wait to see Chloe play," Harry said when they got outside, "Ron can't stop talking about her."
"Ooh la la," Ginny said and laughed, "Just so you know, I've found something weird about her eyes."
"Because her irises are completely black?" Harry guessed.
"No... sometimes they're red or blue or pink or green or yellow... it's very weird. Eyes don't do that," she said.
"Can't stop talking about me behind my back, eh?"
Ginny and Harry spun around to face a blue and red-eyed Chloe. They didn't know what to say so they stood there uncomfortably with their heads down, shifting from foot to foot.
"And just so you know, they change with my mood," she said.
She pushed through them and into the Pitch, leaving them stunned.
"Woah," Harry said, "That's so..."
"Cool!" Ginny finished.
They both laughed and continued walking to the Pitch. There was a considerable amount of people trying out for spots. Around thirty.
"Alright, now I'd like you all to get you into groups," Ron instructed,
"Chasers over here... Seekers over here... and Beaters over here."
"What about Keepers?" a big and very unattractive-looking second year said.
"I'm the keeper," Ron said smugly.
"Screw this," a stout little girl said, walking back up to the castle with three other girls.
Ginny looked amongst her fellow beaters. They all seemed very buff and big, unlike Ginny. All Ginny had was her powerful, anger swings and experience. She was tall and thin like the rest of her family. She looked over at the chasers. Chloe seemed to be the least confident of all of them, even though she was obviously the best. The seekers were looking pretty scared since they were up against Harry, the best seeker Hogwarts had ever seen.
"Alright, now I'll go through at the specific drills for each of you. You each get a corner to work at while I come around and look at everyone's game," Ron said.
When they all got into their drills, Ginny noticed a group of Slytherins in the stands.
"C'mon, you can throw better than that, Brody! What kind of a hit is that, Weasley?"
It was, of course, Malfoy and his big, dumb bodyguards.
Ron was ignoring them, not letting them have the satisfaction of bothering him.
"Hey, Walters! Your Quidditch skills are just as good as your speaking skills!" Draco shouted and Crabbe and Goyle snorted with laughter.
Chloe tried to ignore this insult, but Ginny could see blue practically glowing from her eyes.
After an hour of hard Quidditch, it was time to see who made it.
"Everyone gather around, gather around," Ron said as everyone swooped down in a tight group, all sweaty and bruised.
"Now I'm going to tell you who made it," Ron said.
Silence followed. (A/N: Wouldn't that suck if I ended it here?)
"The seeker is Harry Potter." "Yes!" Harry said, hugging Ginny.
"Well, obviously," Ginny whispered in his ear.
"The beaters are Ginny Weasley and Mike Brydges." Ginny smiled as Harry kissed her forehead and Mike jumped up and down.
"The chasers are..." Ron hesitated cruelly, "Roxanne Smitten, Darcy Wallows, and..... Chloe Walters."
A/N: I was thinking of cliffing it too! Muahahahahahahahaha... REVIEW!