Athena Dumbledore: That is okay, everyone has different opinions.
TriGemini: I am glad you agree. Thanks for the encouragement.
The idea for the PIWFC came from EyesofEmerald's story Standing There by You. Read and review my story, then go read and review hers! ; )
Sorry about the long time with no update! -looks guilty and hides behind nearby gargoyle- And I am sorry to say that it is going to happen again because I am going to France for five weeks. I will try to update again, but I doubt I will be able to. We are moving halfway across America too.
On Thursday, Arabella, Gwen, and Chance stood beside three brooms, Gwen babbling on about how she was going to do "a Harry Potter" and get on the Slytherin team as a beater.
"Gwen, there is no opening for beater," Chance pointed out logically.
"Well then, I will become reserve beater and make sure one of the beaters has an 'accident' before the match!" she said brightly. Arabella and Chance rolled their eyes.
"Everyone stick your right hand over your broom and say up!" Madam Hooch said.
"UP!" twenty people said. To the great annoyance of Chance and Arabella, Gwen's broom flew into her hand immediately. Arabella's jumped up on her fifth try, but lost heart and fell back to Earth. Both she and Chance ended up picking up their brooms up by hand while Gwen laughed.
Unfortunately for Gwen, no one broke their wrist, and no one stole a Remembrall, so she could not do "a Harry Potter." However, she did catch the eye of Madam Hooch. The instructor spent the entire time showing Gwen beater moves. Arabella could see why though, as no one else was that good. Pretty soon, everyone got bored with the drill, and began flying however they wanted.
"I bet I could fly better than that Slytherin idiot," a Gryffindor, who was an average flier, laughed to his friends.
"What did you say?" Arabella asked, pulling her broom up so it was level with his.
"Your Slytherin girl is no where near as good as I am," he said, eyes narrowing.
"You were right to be Sorted into Gryffindor, because you are really brave to insult one of my friends in front of me," Arabella hissed. "I have seen you fly- you are no where near as good as Gwen... Lady Goyle to you."
"Oh, the Slytherin thinks her pureblood friend is a lady," the Gryffindor laughed. "I am pureblood too. The name is Patrick Peakes, descendant of Glanmore Peakes."
"I am Arabella Dursley, not that it matters. Take back what you said about Gwen or I will knock you off that broom. You have seen Harry Potter fly, right?"
"As if you could be anywhere near as good as him," Patrick laughed. "You are just a Slytherin."
"I am Harry Potter's cousin," Arabella said as she flew towards him on her broom. He dived away and came back up towards her. They continued like this, neither one really flying very well, but each determined to prove they were right.
"Ara!" Chase said, white-faced at being so high off the ground. "You could fall... or get in trouble... or..."
"Rich!" some other Gryffindor called. "Do you really want to get in trouble over a Slytherin girl?" Neither Arabella nor Patrick paid any attention to their friends. Chase grabbed the back of Arabella's broom as Patrick's friend grabbed the back of his robes.
"She is just a Slyth; she is not worth it..." Patrick's friend said.
"Arabella, please can we just get back to the lower troposphere?" Chance asked. Reluctantly, she went back to a height of around five feet with him.
"I didn't know you were afraid of heights," she said.
"I am only like that in some circumstances, like broom flying," Chance told her. "And you seem to make enemies quickly, especially of Gryffindors."
"I do not want them as enemies!" Arabella protested. "He just insulted Gwen and thought he was all high and mighty because his ancestor slew the Sea Serpent of Cromer. I had to retaliate!"
"And I thought Gwen was the one with the temper," Chance laughed.
"I have a temper when it comes to my friends. I once gave some guy at elementary school a black eye because he called Harry weird and scrawny. I got suspended for it too..." she muttered. Chance laughed again.
After the lesson, Gwen dashed up to Arabella and Chance, a wide smile on her face.
"Madam Hooch says that I might be able to be a beater next year! One of the current beaters can surely be kicked off the team! Did you see what we were doing?" She said all of this in one breath.
"Actually, Arabella was too busy playing with the other kids," Chance said. Arabella slapped him playfully. They told Gwen of Arabella's encounter with Patrick, and the three friends walked into the castle together.
After dinner, Arabella, Gwen, and Chance walked into the library, intent on finishing their Defense Against the Dark Arts essays. However, they were to encounter at least one more obstacle before the night was over. Patrick Peakes, his friend from the flying lesson, another friend, and a girl the trio did not recognize stepped out.
"We didn't get properly introduced earlier," Patrick said mockingly. "You know me, and these are my friends, Norman Pollard, Taylor Turbeville, and my girlfriend, Estelle Lorie Kiratzis. Who are your friends?"
"You know Gwen and me, and this is Chance Thorne. What do you really want?" Patrick and his friends laughed.
"I wanted to tell you that you Slytherins could never compare to Gryffindors. Our house is founded on honor... something you all seem to find quite foreign. I would also like to tell you future Death Eaters that any evil you try to do will be thwarted by the Golden Griffins!" Arabella and Gwen could not contain themselves and burst into laughter. Even Chance was smiling.
"That is your big name?" he asked scornfully.
"At least my Richie is smart enough to think of a name!" Estelle Lorie said. "I bet you lot do not have one yet."
"We do so!" Gwen said.
"Oh?" Patrick asked.
"We are no Death Eaters, we are Life Vomiters!" Gwen said happily.
"Gwen, um, no offense, but ew," Arabella muttered. Chance nodded.
"Told you," Norman said.
"I will think of something... Richie," Gwen said smirking. Patrick turned red.
"I am Richie only to Estelle Lorie, and Rich only to my friends!"
"What is going on here?" a familiar voice asked. They all turned around to see Percy, hands on his hips. "No shouting matches are allowed in the library. Madam Pince asked me to tell you that you lost five points for both of your houses and you are to break this up at once."
"Come on," Patrick muttered, and strode out with the rest of the Golden Griffins following him.
"What was that all about?" Percy asked Arabella, much friendlier than he had been a moment ago.
"They were insulting us because we were Slytherins," Arabella said.
"Apparently Patrick insulted Gwen earlier today and Arabella retaliated," Chance said. "It all went downhill from there."
"Wait, before we continue this discussion, who is this?" Gwen interrupted.
"This is my friend Percy Weasley. He taught me almost everything I know about magic." Arabella then saw Gwen's face. "He is nothing like his sister- do not worry." To Percy, she said, "Ginny and Gwen... did not exactly get along." He nodded.
"I have to go look up a concept for History of Magic tomorrow. See you all later," Percy said, starting to walk away.
"Wait!" Gwen said. Percy turned back. "Do you have any ideas for a name for the three of us?" she asked. Percy thought a moment.
"How do you like the name 'Golden Griffins'?" Percy asked.
"Um, thanks anyway," Arabella said, and headed towards the Defense books with Gwen and Chance.
TriGemini: I am glad you agree. Thanks for the encouragement.
The idea for the PIWFC came from EyesofEmerald's story Standing There by You. Read and review my story, then go read and review hers! ; )
Sorry about the long time with no update! -looks guilty and hides behind nearby gargoyle- And I am sorry to say that it is going to happen again because I am going to France for five weeks. I will try to update again, but I doubt I will be able to. We are moving halfway across America too.
On Thursday, Arabella, Gwen, and Chance stood beside three brooms, Gwen babbling on about how she was going to do "a Harry Potter" and get on the Slytherin team as a beater.
"Gwen, there is no opening for beater," Chance pointed out logically.
"Well then, I will become reserve beater and make sure one of the beaters has an 'accident' before the match!" she said brightly. Arabella and Chance rolled their eyes.
"Everyone stick your right hand over your broom and say up!" Madam Hooch said.
"UP!" twenty people said. To the great annoyance of Chance and Arabella, Gwen's broom flew into her hand immediately. Arabella's jumped up on her fifth try, but lost heart and fell back to Earth. Both she and Chance ended up picking up their brooms up by hand while Gwen laughed.
Unfortunately for Gwen, no one broke their wrist, and no one stole a Remembrall, so she could not do "a Harry Potter." However, she did catch the eye of Madam Hooch. The instructor spent the entire time showing Gwen beater moves. Arabella could see why though, as no one else was that good. Pretty soon, everyone got bored with the drill, and began flying however they wanted.
"I bet I could fly better than that Slytherin idiot," a Gryffindor, who was an average flier, laughed to his friends.
"What did you say?" Arabella asked, pulling her broom up so it was level with his.
"Your Slytherin girl is no where near as good as I am," he said, eyes narrowing.
"You were right to be Sorted into Gryffindor, because you are really brave to insult one of my friends in front of me," Arabella hissed. "I have seen you fly- you are no where near as good as Gwen... Lady Goyle to you."
"Oh, the Slytherin thinks her pureblood friend is a lady," the Gryffindor laughed. "I am pureblood too. The name is Patrick Peakes, descendant of Glanmore Peakes."
"I am Arabella Dursley, not that it matters. Take back what you said about Gwen or I will knock you off that broom. You have seen Harry Potter fly, right?"
"As if you could be anywhere near as good as him," Patrick laughed. "You are just a Slytherin."
"I am Harry Potter's cousin," Arabella said as she flew towards him on her broom. He dived away and came back up towards her. They continued like this, neither one really flying very well, but each determined to prove they were right.
"Ara!" Chase said, white-faced at being so high off the ground. "You could fall... or get in trouble... or..."
"Rich!" some other Gryffindor called. "Do you really want to get in trouble over a Slytherin girl?" Neither Arabella nor Patrick paid any attention to their friends. Chase grabbed the back of Arabella's broom as Patrick's friend grabbed the back of his robes.
"She is just a Slyth; she is not worth it..." Patrick's friend said.
"Arabella, please can we just get back to the lower troposphere?" Chance asked. Reluctantly, she went back to a height of around five feet with him.
"I didn't know you were afraid of heights," she said.
"I am only like that in some circumstances, like broom flying," Chance told her. "And you seem to make enemies quickly, especially of Gryffindors."
"I do not want them as enemies!" Arabella protested. "He just insulted Gwen and thought he was all high and mighty because his ancestor slew the Sea Serpent of Cromer. I had to retaliate!"
"And I thought Gwen was the one with the temper," Chance laughed.
"I have a temper when it comes to my friends. I once gave some guy at elementary school a black eye because he called Harry weird and scrawny. I got suspended for it too..." she muttered. Chance laughed again.
After the lesson, Gwen dashed up to Arabella and Chance, a wide smile on her face.
"Madam Hooch says that I might be able to be a beater next year! One of the current beaters can surely be kicked off the team! Did you see what we were doing?" She said all of this in one breath.
"Actually, Arabella was too busy playing with the other kids," Chance said. Arabella slapped him playfully. They told Gwen of Arabella's encounter with Patrick, and the three friends walked into the castle together.
After dinner, Arabella, Gwen, and Chance walked into the library, intent on finishing their Defense Against the Dark Arts essays. However, they were to encounter at least one more obstacle before the night was over. Patrick Peakes, his friend from the flying lesson, another friend, and a girl the trio did not recognize stepped out.
"We didn't get properly introduced earlier," Patrick said mockingly. "You know me, and these are my friends, Norman Pollard, Taylor Turbeville, and my girlfriend, Estelle Lorie Kiratzis. Who are your friends?"
"You know Gwen and me, and this is Chance Thorne. What do you really want?" Patrick and his friends laughed.
"I wanted to tell you that you Slytherins could never compare to Gryffindors. Our house is founded on honor... something you all seem to find quite foreign. I would also like to tell you future Death Eaters that any evil you try to do will be thwarted by the Golden Griffins!" Arabella and Gwen could not contain themselves and burst into laughter. Even Chance was smiling.
"That is your big name?" he asked scornfully.
"At least my Richie is smart enough to think of a name!" Estelle Lorie said. "I bet you lot do not have one yet."
"We do so!" Gwen said.
"Oh?" Patrick asked.
"We are no Death Eaters, we are Life Vomiters!" Gwen said happily.
"Gwen, um, no offense, but ew," Arabella muttered. Chance nodded.
"Told you," Norman said.
"I will think of something... Richie," Gwen said smirking. Patrick turned red.
"I am Richie only to Estelle Lorie, and Rich only to my friends!"
"What is going on here?" a familiar voice asked. They all turned around to see Percy, hands on his hips. "No shouting matches are allowed in the library. Madam Pince asked me to tell you that you lost five points for both of your houses and you are to break this up at once."
"Come on," Patrick muttered, and strode out with the rest of the Golden Griffins following him.
"What was that all about?" Percy asked Arabella, much friendlier than he had been a moment ago.
"They were insulting us because we were Slytherins," Arabella said.
"Apparently Patrick insulted Gwen earlier today and Arabella retaliated," Chance said. "It all went downhill from there."
"Wait, before we continue this discussion, who is this?" Gwen interrupted.
"This is my friend Percy Weasley. He taught me almost everything I know about magic." Arabella then saw Gwen's face. "He is nothing like his sister- do not worry." To Percy, she said, "Ginny and Gwen... did not exactly get along." He nodded.
"I have to go look up a concept for History of Magic tomorrow. See you all later," Percy said, starting to walk away.
"Wait!" Gwen said. Percy turned back. "Do you have any ideas for a name for the three of us?" she asked. Percy thought a moment.
"How do you like the name 'Golden Griffins'?" Percy asked.
"Um, thanks anyway," Arabella said, and headed towards the Defense books with Gwen and Chance.
