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"Uh,
Madame Welkins, I hate to bring it to your attention just before a
game, but we don't have a Captain. Your son left last year,
remember?" James said.
"Oh, right. Who would like to be
Captain?" Madame Welkins asked.
No one raised their hands.
"I
say Midget Potter is our Captain," said Kaitlin. "Who's
with me?"
All the hands except Kenzie's raised.
"It's
unanimous. Potter's our Captain!" Kaitlin said.
"But- I-
I haven't even gotten any practice! It was too close to the game for
practice!" Kenzie said.
"Don't worry, kid, you were born
with talent," said one of the Reually brothers (she couldn't
tell whether it was Grant or Jacob).
"Yeah. You're gonna be a
star," said the other.
"You're Potter's girl, you can do
it!" Miranda said, giving her a pat on the back.
"Yeah!"
Isabell said. She started a chant: "Potter! Potter!
Potter!"
They all chanted.
"So what're you gonna be,
kid?" said the Reuallys.
"I'm gonna be the best
quidditch Captain you ever saw!" Kenzie said.
"YEAH!"
came the cheer from the rest of the
team.
The
match that day was against Slytherin. The Gryffindor team, led by
Captain Kenzie, marched out onto the field.
They met the Slytherin
team- and their Seeker- but not their Captain- was the one-and-only
Narcissa Malfoy.
"Hello, Malfoy," said Kenzie.
"Hello,
Potter," Narcissa said.
"Here. Good luck," Kenzie
said, sticking out her hand. As Narcissa reached for it, Kenzie
pulled it back and ran it through her hair, saying,
"Psyche!"
"Potter! You will pay. You will
pay."
"Oh will I? Me, lose to a ferret? Yeah right."