Rebel
"(sigh)All right team. Let's all practice so that we can win…or something," said Padma Patil, the beautiful East Indian captain of the Gryffindor team. Her eyes were half closed, her voice was monotone, and her mouth hung open in apathy. She stood at the Quidditch field, giving her pep talk to the Ravenclaw team.
"Um, Chang's not here. We don't have a seeker," said a boy in the back.
Padma blinked and stared into space.
"Um, I can stand in for her!" said a lovely voice. Jane hopped down from the quidditch stands at least thirty feet, landing gracefully on her feet. "I think she's trying to get the syrup out of her hair!"
"Don't you have a class or something?" Padma said, her eyes drooping.
"Just muggle studies. Ain't nothing important."
"Whatever." Padma turned her eyes back over to the team. "Anyways," she said, with all the enthusiasm of a clean pair of socks. "We'll have even more to worry about now that Potter's back on the team and Jailbait Weasely's the team captain. But I know we can like (sigh) win if we try…or something."
"Hey, nobody's ever beat the Boy Who Lived," snickered a boy in the back. "Except Cedric, and look what happened to him. And we definitely can't beat Jailbait."
Padma didn't appear to disagree with him. She sighed again and rubbed at her eyes. "Wasn't somebody supposed to bring donuts?"
Some wild laughter sounded from across the field.
"Speak of the Devil," Padma muttered.
Coming toward them was an army of sneaker clad boys and girls, led by a girl in a pair of knee high leather boots, which had at least 6 huge buckles on each shoe. The girl was also wearing plaid skirt that came about half an inch close to illegal. Her short black tube top accentuated her belly chain quite nicely and all of this contrasted heavily with her flaming red hair. As they marched, she blew a huge bubble of Drooble's Best Blowing gum. Beside her was Oliver Wood, still dashing, but a bit bewildered by the way the 15 year old was violently dragging him across the field. The Gryffindor players, Harry and Ron included, followed them timidly.
"It's our field today," said Ginny, popping her gum loudly. Padma blinked.
"Uh, we were here first," said Jane, catching Harry's eye. He grinned, wondering if she knew him like he knew her.
"That doesn't mean a thing to me. We're the better team so we should practice on executing our moves. Right, Professor?" Ginny lisped, squeezing Oliver's arm. She noticed Jane. "Who are you?"
"Jane Ashlee Monica Phoebe Avril Silver of Durmstrang, and more recently the America's Nickelwood. She won the house cup for both schools and beat Viktor Krum twice before she came here. She's filling in for Cho "Waterspout" Chang at the moment. Her favorite color is purple," said Ron, like a perfect stalker. "Uh…Ginny, your skin is showing."
"What position do you play, Jane?" asked Ginny in a snooty voice, ignoring her brother.
Oliver was disgusted, and not just by what she was wearing. "She is obviously a Seeker. Filling in for Cho, who is a seeker, and playing seeker against Viktor Krum at Durmstrang wasn't clue enough for you?"
"Why are you here, anyway?" Ginny replied, not being able to create a good comeback for her blonde mistake.
"Well, you did drag me here. I want to see my old team practice. Speaking of which, why don't you split the field? You only need half anyway," said Oliver smoothly. Several girls went dreamy eyed over him. He smiled and wrenched his arm away from Ginny. Jane's fair skin turned red in a blushing manor. Oliver stole a glance at her but she ducked her head as he did so.
"We always had the do that at Nickelwood. It was so ghetto," said Jane, smiling at Oliver flirtatiously.
"Um…who gets the snitch and what about the Quaffle?" said Harry, finally managing to speak in front of this girl.
Jane pulled out a soccer ball which would do for the Quaffle. "We will have to do rock-paper-scissors for the snitch. Harry, you understand it, right?"
"Rock-paper-scissors."
"Darn, you win. Harry you get to decide who gets the snitch."
"But you didn't choose anything."
"Right."
"Rock-paper-scissors." Harry chose paper while Jane chose rock.
"Sorry. We get the snitch and the real Quaffle." The Gryffindor team jumped on their brooms and sped off to their half of the field. Jane took out her broom from her black duffle bag. All of her teammates were shocked and impressed as well as Oliver who was making his way back to the stands.
"WOW!"
"What IS that?"
"WOW!"
"I'VE NEVER SEEN ANYTHING LIKE IT BEFORE."
"WOW!"
"WHERE'D YOU GET IT?"
"WOW!"
"I made it myself. This is what I've always wanted to do: create better, faster brooms and I have succeeded." She moved it around so that it glimmered, putting Harry's Firebolt to shame. "Well, it's still a prototype," she sighed. "I call it Hurricane Gloria 180 because it is extremely fast and dangerous if you don't know how to control it." The purple broom had quite a glimmer, but not as much as that of Jane's eyes. "It can also morph into a hovering skateboard. It's wickedly awesome. Come on, I'll show you."
"No, that's okay—" They were up in the air in a matter of seconds. The chasers were throwing the soccer ball to each other while Jane snatched it in mid-throw air. The Gryffindors saw this and were surprised that she could play all positions and at her magnificent skills The Ravenclaw Chasers grew angry with her hogging the ball so she tossed it back to them.
Meanwhile Harry wasn't so lucky being on the Gryffindor side. The snitch was hard to spot in the weather, and the chasers were always being held up because Ron kept yelling for Ginny to hold her skirt down. He looked back over at Jane, who, with nothing to do, had switched her broom to skateboard mode and set out to do tricks on a make belief half pipe and on the edges of the stadium stands. She was doing (Insert any kind of trick you know here) .
Oliver Wood suddenly felt Déjà vu. Something about Jane made his heart beat speed up and blood rushed to his face making him blush deeply. He couldn't put his finger on it but he knew her from somewhere. It was driving him crazy. How he suddenly started to have all of the feeling for this school girl, he had no idea. It's not professional of him. "Durmstrang! Miranda, could it really be her…Miranda's friend? I hope no one heard that."
"Frog strudels! I lost the snitch!" Harry whispered so everyone could hear him.
Jane was sitting on the edge of the stands. In the dimming light the golden snitch is impossible to find even if it flies right by you. Jane, whose eyesight is better than perfect and those of Elvish people of Middle Earth, saw the snitch hovering next to her and grabbed it. "Harry! It came over here. I found it."
"How the heck did she do that?"
"There's no way anyone could have seen the snitch in these conditions."
"She must have used some kind of spell."
"You would have to be some kind of…I dunno…monster to do so without one."
Oliver froze. He said within himself, "It must be her. I can't believe it. She hasn't aged very much." Wood was now determined to figure out this mystery or get her to tell him, whichever would come first.