Secret Talent
~CHASERS NEEDED~
The Gryffindor team
is in need of 3 Chasers.
Anyone who is interested
in becoming a Gryffindor Chaser
please meet at the Quidditch Pitch
for tryouts
at 2:00 .
Good luck!
"So, you trying out?"
Hermione shook her head. "I don't see the point, I mean the Quidditch game is 3 weeks away."
Ginny rolled her eyes. "C'mon, you need to loosen up, have some fun. I'm going."
"Guess so...could be fun..." Hermione bit her nails in hard thought.
"Oh no, you're coming if I have to drag you every bit of the way!" Ginny huffed.
"Alright, fine you talked me into it." Hermione laughed. "Where's my broom?"
~*~
"Look out people! Luna Lovegood coming through!" Luna paraded proudly in the girl's changeroom. She wore the scarlet Gryffindor cloak. "You may be looking at the future best Chaser in the world!"
"Hey future best Chaser in the world, you're stepping on you're robe!" Hermione yelled.
Luna stopped abruptly and looked down at her feet, noticing she was indeed stepping on the hem of the garment. She laughed. "Some Chaser I am, huh?" laughter greeted this.
Hermione pulled her hair into a ponytail while watching Luna. "Remember," she said to a breathless Ginny, "If I make a fool of myself out there, I'm taking it out on you."
Ginny giggled at this. "Yes yes, I got it. Now let's go, I'm suffocating in here."
Outside the weather cooperated, with the Sun beaming down upon them. Hermione joined the long lineup leading to the 3 goal hoops. Her hand tightened on her Clean Sweep 11. It was a present for her 15th Birthday, and kept in well condition despite the fact that she had practiced so many times already. The mahogany handle was smooth and shone in the sunlight. The tail without a twig out of place, tied together with a bright red ribbon.
The whistle sounded. Hermione looked over. "Should of known..."
Harry was standing in the place of what would have been Angelina this time last year, instructing the blurs of red with a look of deep concentration.
"Well, he's been training real hard ever since he'd gotten his Firebolt back." reasoned Ginny timidly. "Cut him some slack."
"It wouldn't hurt," agreed Hermione. She hated to admit, he'd make a good captain.
Ginny stepped forward at her call.
"Good luck!" said Hermione as she looked on.
Ginny mounted her broom and kicked off. Harry released the Quaffle. Hermione watched as Ginny caught it and streaked towards a waiting Ron. Overall, Hermione thought Ginny did a pretty good job, not counting the fact that Ron's left arm had been hit by the Quaffle twice, therefore he had to play with one arm. A rain of cheers concluded Ginny's turn. Hermione took a breathe. She was next.
She got into position, shaking slightly. Mounting her broom with the utmost attention, she kicked off smoothly and glided into the air. The Quaffle came her way with a swoosh. Without difficulty, she caught it. I'm so glad I go to Basketball camp she thought as she streaked towards the goal. Strangly, Hermione no longer felt nervous once in the air. A Bludger came hurtling towards her. Dodging it, she turned to see Fred and George waving their clubs and laughing. She smiled at them, causing them to stare at each other, confused. Taking her chance, Hermione approached the goal at top speed without even noticing Ron (who was violently trying to stop her) and scored in the center hoop. Below, loud applause reached her ears. Harry was shouting instructions, which she decided to follow. The Quaffle was released a second time. Catching it, Hermione took a turn, and pelleted towards Ron before he knew what was going on.
"Score!" shouted Harry.
The Quaffle was released the third time. Hermione caught it with a broad grin on her face. Just then, she saw the Slytherin team filing into the Pitch beside them. Draco was leading the team, which must of meant that he had beaten Flint somehow and became the new Slytherin captain. He slowed down as he saw Hermione. Hermione's cheeks burned. She had not forgotten of the encounter they had that day in detention. Draco had an unreadable expression upon his face. Pansy Parkinson stopped chatting to her Slytherin friend and prodded him hard on the arm.
"Draco!" she screeched, "What's the holdup for gods sake?"
"Right," he said clearly. "Let's go team!"
Hermione watched as he lead the others away. She was then called back into the game with a sharp sound of the whistle. Shaking the thought of Draco out of her head, she flew towards the goals again. Fred Weasley surprised her by elbowing her hard, leading her off course. Hermione gasped, but managed to stay in control of the Quaffle. She wasn't too far from the goal... Concentrating hard, she threw the Quaffle towards the goal. A roar of the crowd below told her the shot made it through. A sharp sound of the whistle ended her try.
"The notice will be outside the Great Hall tomorrow for result of today's tryout," Harry announced as Hermione dismounted. She joined Luna and Ginny, and together they walked back.
"You were pretty good," Luna said, "Both of you." she mocked a sob. "I'm so proud of my two girls!"
Ginny laughed. "And we're proud of you too, now quit the waterworks."
Hermione walked alongside, her thoughts interrupted by Pansy Parkinson's distant but still annoying voice.
"Draco! You weren't even paying attention! Why do you keep looking over at the Gryffindor tryouts?!"
Heart leaping, Hermione listened for more. She didn't catch onto what Draco replied, but was happy nonetheless.
"Ooooh, that's so romantic!" Luna taunted. "He was watching you Hermione!"
Harry, who Hermione just noticed, was walking with Ron beside them. He had suddenly stiffened at Luna's words, and stopped walking. Ginny remained behind, to comfort him Hermione knew. Lavender and Parvati ran up to them from the stands.
"You guys were fab!" Lavender squealed excitedly.
"Hermione, you little sneak!" Parvati said, "You had this hidden talent in Quidditch and you never told us? How did you get so good?"
"Basketball," replied Hermione simply.
"Er... what's that?" Parvati said cluelessly.
"It's a game played with an orange and black ball where one team has to shoot the ball into the net of the opposing team." Collin explained as he came up, camera in hand. "Smile for the camera, ladies." He said professionally, and before Hermione could cover her face, he snapped a picture.
~CHASERS NEEDED~
The Gryffindor team
is in need of 3 Chasers.
Anyone who is interested
in becoming a Gryffindor Chaser
please meet at the Quidditch Pitch
for tryouts
at 2:00 .
Good luck!
"So, you trying out?"
Hermione shook her head. "I don't see the point, I mean the Quidditch game is 3 weeks away."
Ginny rolled her eyes. "C'mon, you need to loosen up, have some fun. I'm going."
"Guess so...could be fun..." Hermione bit her nails in hard thought.
"Oh no, you're coming if I have to drag you every bit of the way!" Ginny huffed.
"Alright, fine you talked me into it." Hermione laughed. "Where's my broom?"
~*~
"Look out people! Luna Lovegood coming through!" Luna paraded proudly in the girl's changeroom. She wore the scarlet Gryffindor cloak. "You may be looking at the future best Chaser in the world!"
"Hey future best Chaser in the world, you're stepping on you're robe!" Hermione yelled.
Luna stopped abruptly and looked down at her feet, noticing she was indeed stepping on the hem of the garment. She laughed. "Some Chaser I am, huh?" laughter greeted this.
Hermione pulled her hair into a ponytail while watching Luna. "Remember," she said to a breathless Ginny, "If I make a fool of myself out there, I'm taking it out on you."
Ginny giggled at this. "Yes yes, I got it. Now let's go, I'm suffocating in here."
Outside the weather cooperated, with the Sun beaming down upon them. Hermione joined the long lineup leading to the 3 goal hoops. Her hand tightened on her Clean Sweep 11. It was a present for her 15th Birthday, and kept in well condition despite the fact that she had practiced so many times already. The mahogany handle was smooth and shone in the sunlight. The tail without a twig out of place, tied together with a bright red ribbon.
The whistle sounded. Hermione looked over. "Should of known..."
Harry was standing in the place of what would have been Angelina this time last year, instructing the blurs of red with a look of deep concentration.
"Well, he's been training real hard ever since he'd gotten his Firebolt back." reasoned Ginny timidly. "Cut him some slack."
"It wouldn't hurt," agreed Hermione. She hated to admit, he'd make a good captain.
Ginny stepped forward at her call.
"Good luck!" said Hermione as she looked on.
Ginny mounted her broom and kicked off. Harry released the Quaffle. Hermione watched as Ginny caught it and streaked towards a waiting Ron. Overall, Hermione thought Ginny did a pretty good job, not counting the fact that Ron's left arm had been hit by the Quaffle twice, therefore he had to play with one arm. A rain of cheers concluded Ginny's turn. Hermione took a breathe. She was next.
She got into position, shaking slightly. Mounting her broom with the utmost attention, she kicked off smoothly and glided into the air. The Quaffle came her way with a swoosh. Without difficulty, she caught it. I'm so glad I go to Basketball camp she thought as she streaked towards the goal. Strangly, Hermione no longer felt nervous once in the air. A Bludger came hurtling towards her. Dodging it, she turned to see Fred and George waving their clubs and laughing. She smiled at them, causing them to stare at each other, confused. Taking her chance, Hermione approached the goal at top speed without even noticing Ron (who was violently trying to stop her) and scored in the center hoop. Below, loud applause reached her ears. Harry was shouting instructions, which she decided to follow. The Quaffle was released a second time. Catching it, Hermione took a turn, and pelleted towards Ron before he knew what was going on.
"Score!" shouted Harry.
The Quaffle was released the third time. Hermione caught it with a broad grin on her face. Just then, she saw the Slytherin team filing into the Pitch beside them. Draco was leading the team, which must of meant that he had beaten Flint somehow and became the new Slytherin captain. He slowed down as he saw Hermione. Hermione's cheeks burned. She had not forgotten of the encounter they had that day in detention. Draco had an unreadable expression upon his face. Pansy Parkinson stopped chatting to her Slytherin friend and prodded him hard on the arm.
"Draco!" she screeched, "What's the holdup for gods sake?"
"Right," he said clearly. "Let's go team!"
Hermione watched as he lead the others away. She was then called back into the game with a sharp sound of the whistle. Shaking the thought of Draco out of her head, she flew towards the goals again. Fred Weasley surprised her by elbowing her hard, leading her off course. Hermione gasped, but managed to stay in control of the Quaffle. She wasn't too far from the goal... Concentrating hard, she threw the Quaffle towards the goal. A roar of the crowd below told her the shot made it through. A sharp sound of the whistle ended her try.
"The notice will be outside the Great Hall tomorrow for result of today's tryout," Harry announced as Hermione dismounted. She joined Luna and Ginny, and together they walked back.
"You were pretty good," Luna said, "Both of you." she mocked a sob. "I'm so proud of my two girls!"
Ginny laughed. "And we're proud of you too, now quit the waterworks."
Hermione walked alongside, her thoughts interrupted by Pansy Parkinson's distant but still annoying voice.
"Draco! You weren't even paying attention! Why do you keep looking over at the Gryffindor tryouts?!"
Heart leaping, Hermione listened for more. She didn't catch onto what Draco replied, but was happy nonetheless.
"Ooooh, that's so romantic!" Luna taunted. "He was watching you Hermione!"
Harry, who Hermione just noticed, was walking with Ron beside them. He had suddenly stiffened at Luna's words, and stopped walking. Ginny remained behind, to comfort him Hermione knew. Lavender and Parvati ran up to them from the stands.
"You guys were fab!" Lavender squealed excitedly.
"Hermione, you little sneak!" Parvati said, "You had this hidden talent in Quidditch and you never told us? How did you get so good?"
"Basketball," replied Hermione simply.
"Er... what's that?" Parvati said cluelessly.
"It's a game played with an orange and black ball where one team has to shoot the ball into the net of the opposing team." Collin explained as he came up, camera in hand. "Smile for the camera, ladies." He said professionally, and before Hermione could cover her face, he snapped a picture.