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Blahdy blahdy blah! So, I hope you enjoy this chapter.
A/N: Now please remember that I am not all that good at writing fan fictions. I hope to get better with as much help as is possible.
"You seem tense," said Crystal as Malya joined her for breakfast the next morning.
"Tense?" asked Malya. "Ha! I'm way past tense. I think I'm somewhere between neurotic and suicidal, if there is a difference."
"I can tell," chuckled Crystal. "You're buttering your own hand."
"What?" cried Malya, looking down at her hand. It was covered with a thick layer of butter. "Grr. I don't even like butter. I HATE BUTTER!" She quickly wiped it off her hand.
"Geez, Malya," said Crystal. "No need to go Death Eater on me."
"I'm sorry," sighed Malya. "It's just that yesterday was a total disaster. Nothing went the way that it should have. I just hope that today goes better."
"It will," replied Crystal with a smile. "We have flying practice."
"Flying practice?" asked Malya. "What do we need to practice for?"
"Quidditch, of course," replied Crystal, getting up from the table. Malya stood and followed her.
"Quidditch?" asked Malya. "But, I'm not even good at it. I don't even know what the rules are."
"Don't you remember all those times we played as kids?" Crystal replied.
"Yes, but we never played for a team and with actual rules," rebutted Malya. "It's a very dangerous business. And besides, we have homework and school."
"True," said Crystal, "but Slytherin team needs a new keeper. Our old one graduated last year, so tryouts will be today after school."
"Who else is on the team?" asked Malya.
"Well," said Crystal, "we got a whole new team last year. Millicent and Pansy are the beaters, Simon Large, James Fawn, and Allison French are the chasers, and Malfoy is the seeker."
"Wait just one minute," snapped Malya, halting in her tracks. "Draco Malfoy is the team seeker?"
"Well, yes," replied Crystal. "I thought you knew."
"And I thought you were sane," replied Malya. "We're both wrong. Have you completely gone daft?"
"Don't tell me you're not even going to share a team with him, are you?" snapped Crystal.
"Are you kidding me?" asked Malya. "I don't even want to be sharing the same breath as him."
"Wow," sighed Crystal. "And I thought you weren't this shallow." The bell sounded and Crystal turned on her heel and headed for the field, where their flying class with Madam Hooch was to take place.
"Fine," said Malya, running after her cousin. "Gosh, I haven't even tried out for the team, and already you act as if I got the position."
"You never know," smiled Crystal. "As I recall, you were pretty good when we were younger."
"Yeah, well, with the stressful and embarrassing things that have already happened to me, I'll probably end up letting the ball through the hoop every time, resulting in myself following through with it."
~*~
The class was talking excitedly until Madam Hooch walked onto the field. When she turned to face her class, she smiled, and then called, "Well, what are you all waiting for, Christmas? I want you to mount your brooms and kick off from the ground." The students mounted on their brooms and on Madam Hooch's whistle, took off into the air. They all contented to fly around the Quidditch field until something strange had occurred.
"Madam Hooch!" cried Hermoine. "There's a faulty broom on the loose."
"Where?" cried Madam Hooch.
"Hermoine, look out!" cried Harry. Hermoine turned just in time to see the broom come at her and hit her in the stomach. Doubled over in pain, she began to fall to the ground. Luckily. Ron swooped in and caught her just as she was about to hit the ground.
"Hermoine!" cried Madam Hooch. "Are you okay, dear?"
"Does she bloody look okay?" cried Ron, forgetting he was talking with a teacher. "I'm going to fly her to the hospital wing." Without waiting for permission, he tore off with Hermoine in one arm and the broom in the other.
Meanwhile, the broom continued to chase after other students. At first, everyone did an okay job at dodging it. That is, until it began chasing Crystal. Now, Crystal wasn't a fast flyer. Not to mention her broom wasn't of the best quality. She had often wanted to buy a new one, but was never able to because either she didn't have the time or she didn't have the money to. The broom chased her around the entire field, and had almost caught up to her, until.
"Malya!" cried Harry. "What in blue blazes are you doing?" But Malya didn't answer. Instead, she kept to her task of flying after the broom that was chasing after her cousin. Just when she got close enough to reach it, she stood on her broom, carefully keeping her balance, and then jumped onto the uncontrolled broom. Her own broom fell to the ground, breaking in the process.
"Are you crazy?" cried Draco, who was also there. He was behind her now, trying to stop her from crashing.
"Crazy? Yes," replied Malya. "Stupid? Heartless? No!" Then, she took hold of the broom and managed to get it to chase something else. But not for long. After a few moments, the broom took to chasing more students. When it began chasing Madam Hooch, Malya managed to pull out her wand and say, in a shaky voice, "F-f-iiii-ne-e-te Incon-tt-ooo-tom." With that, the broom exploded and Malya began falling to the ground. She closed her eyes, ready to be splattered like a bug on a windshield. Then, she stopped. She opened her eyes to see that her nose was an inch from the ground. She looked up to see Draco holding onto the back of her robes.
"We've got to stop hanging out," glared Draco. "I don't want to be saving your arse again." He let her go and she fell to the ground, only with a much softer landing than if she had not been caught. Without another word, Draco flew back into the air to join Crabbe and Goyle, both of whom were staring stupidly at the shattered broom, as if they couldn't remember how that had gotten there.
"Thank you, Draco," Malya called.
"See?" asked Crystal. "He's not all that bad."
"Ms. Matthews," snapped Madam Hooch.
"Oh boy," sighed Malya. "I'm in trouble."
"Trouble?" asked Madam Hooch, now smiling. "You just saved Ms. Banta's life. And, I think you are very well trained in your flying." Just then, a fellow Slytherin, Millicent, to be exact, came up to Malya and shook her hand.
"Congratulations, Malya," she smiled.
"For what?" she asked.
"For making the Slytherin Quidditch team. Welcome to the team, our new keeper." Millicent and Crystal both beamed from ear to ear.
"What?" asked Malya. "But-no. I didn't even try out."
"Yes you did," smiled Millicent. "Just now." Malya looked at everyone, who were all looking at her, and then fainted right there on the Quidditch field.
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A/N: See? It's totally stupid. Gosh, it's so lame. I'm sorry if you didn't like it. I know it sucks. I promise I will try better on the next chapter. I promise. Always Hopeful.
A/N: Now please remember that I am not all that good at writing fan fictions. I hope to get better with as much help as is possible.
"You seem tense," said Crystal as Malya joined her for breakfast the next morning.
"Tense?" asked Malya. "Ha! I'm way past tense. I think I'm somewhere between neurotic and suicidal, if there is a difference."
"I can tell," chuckled Crystal. "You're buttering your own hand."
"What?" cried Malya, looking down at her hand. It was covered with a thick layer of butter. "Grr. I don't even like butter. I HATE BUTTER!" She quickly wiped it off her hand.
"Geez, Malya," said Crystal. "No need to go Death Eater on me."
"I'm sorry," sighed Malya. "It's just that yesterday was a total disaster. Nothing went the way that it should have. I just hope that today goes better."
"It will," replied Crystal with a smile. "We have flying practice."
"Flying practice?" asked Malya. "What do we need to practice for?"
"Quidditch, of course," replied Crystal, getting up from the table. Malya stood and followed her.
"Quidditch?" asked Malya. "But, I'm not even good at it. I don't even know what the rules are."
"Don't you remember all those times we played as kids?" Crystal replied.
"Yes, but we never played for a team and with actual rules," rebutted Malya. "It's a very dangerous business. And besides, we have homework and school."
"True," said Crystal, "but Slytherin team needs a new keeper. Our old one graduated last year, so tryouts will be today after school."
"Who else is on the team?" asked Malya.
"Well," said Crystal, "we got a whole new team last year. Millicent and Pansy are the beaters, Simon Large, James Fawn, and Allison French are the chasers, and Malfoy is the seeker."
"Wait just one minute," snapped Malya, halting in her tracks. "Draco Malfoy is the team seeker?"
"Well, yes," replied Crystal. "I thought you knew."
"And I thought you were sane," replied Malya. "We're both wrong. Have you completely gone daft?"
"Don't tell me you're not even going to share a team with him, are you?" snapped Crystal.
"Are you kidding me?" asked Malya. "I don't even want to be sharing the same breath as him."
"Wow," sighed Crystal. "And I thought you weren't this shallow." The bell sounded and Crystal turned on her heel and headed for the field, where their flying class with Madam Hooch was to take place.
"Fine," said Malya, running after her cousin. "Gosh, I haven't even tried out for the team, and already you act as if I got the position."
"You never know," smiled Crystal. "As I recall, you were pretty good when we were younger."
"Yeah, well, with the stressful and embarrassing things that have already happened to me, I'll probably end up letting the ball through the hoop every time, resulting in myself following through with it."
~*~
The class was talking excitedly until Madam Hooch walked onto the field. When she turned to face her class, she smiled, and then called, "Well, what are you all waiting for, Christmas? I want you to mount your brooms and kick off from the ground." The students mounted on their brooms and on Madam Hooch's whistle, took off into the air. They all contented to fly around the Quidditch field until something strange had occurred.
"Madam Hooch!" cried Hermoine. "There's a faulty broom on the loose."
"Where?" cried Madam Hooch.
"Hermoine, look out!" cried Harry. Hermoine turned just in time to see the broom come at her and hit her in the stomach. Doubled over in pain, she began to fall to the ground. Luckily. Ron swooped in and caught her just as she was about to hit the ground.
"Hermoine!" cried Madam Hooch. "Are you okay, dear?"
"Does she bloody look okay?" cried Ron, forgetting he was talking with a teacher. "I'm going to fly her to the hospital wing." Without waiting for permission, he tore off with Hermoine in one arm and the broom in the other.
Meanwhile, the broom continued to chase after other students. At first, everyone did an okay job at dodging it. That is, until it began chasing Crystal. Now, Crystal wasn't a fast flyer. Not to mention her broom wasn't of the best quality. She had often wanted to buy a new one, but was never able to because either she didn't have the time or she didn't have the money to. The broom chased her around the entire field, and had almost caught up to her, until.
"Malya!" cried Harry. "What in blue blazes are you doing?" But Malya didn't answer. Instead, she kept to her task of flying after the broom that was chasing after her cousin. Just when she got close enough to reach it, she stood on her broom, carefully keeping her balance, and then jumped onto the uncontrolled broom. Her own broom fell to the ground, breaking in the process.
"Are you crazy?" cried Draco, who was also there. He was behind her now, trying to stop her from crashing.
"Crazy? Yes," replied Malya. "Stupid? Heartless? No!" Then, she took hold of the broom and managed to get it to chase something else. But not for long. After a few moments, the broom took to chasing more students. When it began chasing Madam Hooch, Malya managed to pull out her wand and say, in a shaky voice, "F-f-iiii-ne-e-te Incon-tt-ooo-tom." With that, the broom exploded and Malya began falling to the ground. She closed her eyes, ready to be splattered like a bug on a windshield. Then, she stopped. She opened her eyes to see that her nose was an inch from the ground. She looked up to see Draco holding onto the back of her robes.
"We've got to stop hanging out," glared Draco. "I don't want to be saving your arse again." He let her go and she fell to the ground, only with a much softer landing than if she had not been caught. Without another word, Draco flew back into the air to join Crabbe and Goyle, both of whom were staring stupidly at the shattered broom, as if they couldn't remember how that had gotten there.
"Thank you, Draco," Malya called.
"See?" asked Crystal. "He's not all that bad."
"Ms. Matthews," snapped Madam Hooch.
"Oh boy," sighed Malya. "I'm in trouble."
"Trouble?" asked Madam Hooch, now smiling. "You just saved Ms. Banta's life. And, I think you are very well trained in your flying." Just then, a fellow Slytherin, Millicent, to be exact, came up to Malya and shook her hand.
"Congratulations, Malya," she smiled.
"For what?" she asked.
"For making the Slytherin Quidditch team. Welcome to the team, our new keeper." Millicent and Crystal both beamed from ear to ear.
"What?" asked Malya. "But-no. I didn't even try out."
"Yes you did," smiled Millicent. "Just now." Malya looked at everyone, who were all looking at her, and then fainted right there on the Quidditch field.
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A/N: See? It's totally stupid. Gosh, it's so lame. I'm sorry if you didn't like it. I know it sucks. I promise I will try better on the next chapter. I promise. Always Hopeful.