Author's Note:
Hey, it's me! Just writing to say that my next chapter, feel free to skip. All it does is explain where Kit was during her moving day and why she wasn't in classes... it's kinda pointless, and I, the author, will even admit that it's a bit boring... not completely boring, mind you, just a bit.
So if you want to skip it, this is just a warning, the rest of the story will make perfect sense without it.
On to the real thing!
Chapter Twelve:: Quidditch Director/Advisor/Whatever
A tearful goodbye from Hannah and a solemn salute from Ernie was Kit's send off early Monday morning when she found the majority of her possessions missing; except, of course, for her books (she would want to study on her one day off, now wouldn't she?) and a set of clothes (oh how she'd been dying to run naked through the school halls) laid out neatly on the edge of her four-poster bed.
Kit spent her day free from classes; instead, she studied vigorously to catch up with her fellow sixth year students and get ready for her O.W.L' s.
The moment she felt ready to light her books afire and feed their ashes to the giant squid, she left the library and snuck out to the quidditch shack where she confiscated a broom and headed towards the Quidditch pitch.
Back at the library, she had found an amazing book of famous quidditch plays; whether famous for winning the game or famous for their complete outrageousness and complexity - or simplicity.
She was sure Harry would have loved it. Everything about him showed his love for the game; from the way he played it during his matches (he had already won two) to the style he flew with, down to the way he talked it over with his friends and teammates.
That boy had a true love and its name was flight.
For a while, Kit urged the broom (it was Harry's, he'd said she could borrow it once he'd seen her fly) to its maximum speed in an effort to outpace all her thoughts and cares.
For a time, it worked. The wind was glorious as it slapped her cheeks and brought fierce tears to her eyes, taking her breath away and leaving her gasping.
Unfortunately, the best broom in the world could only hold its top speed for so long before suffering a strain and slowing.
After that, she began to act out the quidditch plays she'd gotten form 'High Flying: A Guide to the Most Famous Plays the Wizarding World has Ever Seen - by Ai R. Head.'
Little did she know she had an audience.
When she dismounted hours later, Madame Hooch, the flying instructor was waiting. She scrutinized the panting girl for a moment before asking,
"How long have you been flying, girl?"
"Uh - a couple of days?" Kit cringed. The answer sounded lame, even to her own ears.
"I guess I pretty much suck, huh?"
Madame Hooch shook her head, a small smile playing at the edges of her stern face.
"On the contrary. I know each and every play from that book. But many of them have major flaws. When you performed them, however, I could hardly find a trace of the previous errs. I've never seen anything like it in all my years of judging and coaching quidditch - especially in play 32? Brilliance. I didn't even recognize that one at first - on of the hardest - but you just hovered, took a glance, then flew off again."
She shook her head, a hint of awe tingeing her voice. Kit waited silently. Presently, Madame Hooch spoke again.
"Girl, I want you to do me a favor. Will you become the Hogwarts Quidditch Director?"
Kit stared at her blankly as she continued.
"Or Advisor, whatever you want the title to be, it doesn't matter. You wouldn't be doing all that much, just sit in on the team practices every couple of week and give occasional advice on their plays and technique and whatnot. When they ask, you tell them. When you've got a fancy, let them play it out, simple as that."
"W-well, I -" Kit fumbled for an answer. Her? She'd never even heard of the game until the beginning of the week. She had only been playing just now, fooling around to pass the time... her, Quidditch Director? Advisor? Whatever?
Sensing her hesitancy, the flying instructor chuckled.
"Don't give me your answer just yet. Sleep on it, read over some more plays and fiddle with them. Give me an answer when you feel like it - just preferably before the end of the season."
Chuckling, the flight instructor walked away, leaving Kit standing in the middle of the pitch, broom in hand.
Hey, it's me! Just writing to say that my next chapter, feel free to skip. All it does is explain where Kit was during her moving day and why she wasn't in classes... it's kinda pointless, and I, the author, will even admit that it's a bit boring... not completely boring, mind you, just a bit.
So if you want to skip it, this is just a warning, the rest of the story will make perfect sense without it.
On to the real thing!
Chapter Twelve:: Quidditch Director/Advisor/Whatever
A tearful goodbye from Hannah and a solemn salute from Ernie was Kit's send off early Monday morning when she found the majority of her possessions missing; except, of course, for her books (she would want to study on her one day off, now wouldn't she?) and a set of clothes (oh how she'd been dying to run naked through the school halls) laid out neatly on the edge of her four-poster bed.
Kit spent her day free from classes; instead, she studied vigorously to catch up with her fellow sixth year students and get ready for her O.W.L' s.
The moment she felt ready to light her books afire and feed their ashes to the giant squid, she left the library and snuck out to the quidditch shack where she confiscated a broom and headed towards the Quidditch pitch.
Back at the library, she had found an amazing book of famous quidditch plays; whether famous for winning the game or famous for their complete outrageousness and complexity - or simplicity.
She was sure Harry would have loved it. Everything about him showed his love for the game; from the way he played it during his matches (he had already won two) to the style he flew with, down to the way he talked it over with his friends and teammates.
That boy had a true love and its name was flight.
For a while, Kit urged the broom (it was Harry's, he'd said she could borrow it once he'd seen her fly) to its maximum speed in an effort to outpace all her thoughts and cares.
For a time, it worked. The wind was glorious as it slapped her cheeks and brought fierce tears to her eyes, taking her breath away and leaving her gasping.
Unfortunately, the best broom in the world could only hold its top speed for so long before suffering a strain and slowing.
After that, she began to act out the quidditch plays she'd gotten form 'High Flying: A Guide to the Most Famous Plays the Wizarding World has Ever Seen - by Ai R. Head.'
Little did she know she had an audience.
When she dismounted hours later, Madame Hooch, the flying instructor was waiting. She scrutinized the panting girl for a moment before asking,
"How long have you been flying, girl?"
"Uh - a couple of days?" Kit cringed. The answer sounded lame, even to her own ears.
"I guess I pretty much suck, huh?"
Madame Hooch shook her head, a small smile playing at the edges of her stern face.
"On the contrary. I know each and every play from that book. But many of them have major flaws. When you performed them, however, I could hardly find a trace of the previous errs. I've never seen anything like it in all my years of judging and coaching quidditch - especially in play 32? Brilliance. I didn't even recognize that one at first - on of the hardest - but you just hovered, took a glance, then flew off again."
She shook her head, a hint of awe tingeing her voice. Kit waited silently. Presently, Madame Hooch spoke again.
"Girl, I want you to do me a favor. Will you become the Hogwarts Quidditch Director?"
Kit stared at her blankly as she continued.
"Or Advisor, whatever you want the title to be, it doesn't matter. You wouldn't be doing all that much, just sit in on the team practices every couple of week and give occasional advice on their plays and technique and whatnot. When they ask, you tell them. When you've got a fancy, let them play it out, simple as that."
"W-well, I -" Kit fumbled for an answer. Her? She'd never even heard of the game until the beginning of the week. She had only been playing just now, fooling around to pass the time... her, Quidditch Director? Advisor? Whatever?
Sensing her hesitancy, the flying instructor chuckled.
"Don't give me your answer just yet. Sleep on it, read over some more plays and fiddle with them. Give me an answer when you feel like it - just preferably before the end of the season."
Chuckling, the flight instructor walked away, leaving Kit standing in the middle of the pitch, broom in hand.