The next two weeks were spent practicing quidditch. They would practice until they couldn't feel their arms or legs anymore. But none of them ever grumbled about it. They were all excited about the prospect of beating Hogwarts, them all knowing about their captains horrible experience there. Finally the day came and all were ready. All except James.
"Stop your pacing, Jamie. Your going to wear a hole in the bloody floor." Tobias Flint yelled at his friend.
Hugo sat, smirking, on one of the large black leather chairs that sat around their level's dorm. "You should listen to him, Jamie boy. Your making me dizzy in the head." He raises one of his large hands and taps his temple to prove the point. He didn't have much of a accent anymore. Not since he began to hang around with Toby and James.
James halts his pacing and frowns. "How can you guys be so calm while I'm a mess?"
Toby throws one of the leather pillows at Hugo. "Shut your bloody mouth, Krum. Can't you see that our Jamie is nervous about going back to his old school. Maybe he is to embarrassed to show off his new friends and skills, aye?"
"I am not embarrassed of you guys. You're my best mates and I certainly am not embarrassed about showing off my new skills." James sits and places his head in his hands.
"You need to relax, Jamie boy. Nothing bad is going to happen. You have us around to protect you. But you gotta remember, you're a Durmstrang boy now. Nothing scares us, remember?" Hugo says, trying to get James pumped up about going.
James nods. "Your right. I have nothing to be nervous about. Nothing. We are going to beat them then go on with our lives." He stands up and faces the room. His whole team was there, waiting for their floo time to come around. They only had about another twenty minutes to wait. "Listen up team. Don't let any of their people intimate you because your ten times better than them. Not only are we the best quidditch team around , we are also the best at anything around. We study and yet our team is skilled, we play and yet our grades are top notch. Let's hear it for the Durmstrang Warlocks!" He smiles when his whole team begins to cheer. He then sits back down. "That felt good."
Toby chuckles and reaches over, slapping his leg. "Well done, mate. That was bloody brilliant." He wipes a fake tear from the corner of his eye. "I'm glad your feeling better, Jamie. The Durmstrang Warlocks will kick some Hogwarts arse." He raises his fist in the air and pumps it up and down.
James nods then glances at the magical clock on the wall. The hands were nearing the quidditch team leaving mark. He stands and picks up his Clean Sweep, the newest model of racing broom available on the market. It was brand new. Everyone on the team had new brooms, thanks to Robert Potter. He gave Durmstrang a lot of things. Just as he stands the door is throw open. He turns his head to see who was disturbing them. He smiles seeing Professor Morell. "Hello Professor. What brings you here?"
Professor Morell was a tall, yet stout women with a beautiful face and wonderful smile. She wasn't any older than twenty-six and was a graduate of Durmstrang. She also had a easy going personality, that is why all the students loved her. "I just wanted to see my favorite students before they go off into battle." She was also melodramatic. Every one on the quidditch team was in her higher level class, which was her favorite class since she didn't have to spent a lot of time explaining things.
James chuckles. "We will do fine, Professor. We will win this for you." He heard a series of confirmations behind him.
The Professor nods before performing a good luck spell on all of the team members. It wasn't anything illegal so they wouldn't get into trouble for it. "Good luck and bring home the trophy." She exits the way she came, saying a quick hello to the passing headmaster.
Headmaster Karkaroff smiles at the passing Professor before entering the high level's dorms. He stops and looks around at the quidditch team. "I must say that I am very proud of you all." His voice bounces off the walls since it was silent. "I want you to use every mean possible to win this." He knows that they will get his drift. "As you all know Hogwarts has four houses with their own teams. It was talked over and it seems that you will be playing all four teams over the three month period of time that you are there. You will also be forced into participating in all the classes so you may graduate upon your arrival back to Durmstrang. Once you arrive Headmaster Dumbledore will have you sorted into one of the four houses. This will not affect the quidditch team. Now. I want you all to make me proud." He holds out a pouch with black powder in it. "Your things have already been sent ahead." He nods to each player as they take a hand full of powder and throw it into a already lite fire yelling out "Hogwarts: Headmasters Office" in the process.
James grabs a handful of powder and nods to the headmaster. He is the last one to go. "I will make you proud sir." He throws the powder into the fire and follows his fellow classmates, friends and team to Hogwarts.