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Authors notes: Okay Kids, this chapters been a while because I am totally swamped working on Stage Crew for a Musical, I hate it when reality keeps me busy.
Chapter 2
Broomsticks and Bookworms
Now I'm no Quidditich star, but a very delicious looking Harry Potter happen to conduct the tryouts for the Gryffindor Quidditich team. The news that the schools biggest celebrity had been made Gryffindor Captain which lead to a whole 5 minutes of squeeing from us girls in the Gryffindor common room. Now, how could we possibly resist an opportunity to be involved?
We showed up, giggling from excitement, clutching our brooms and practically shaking with anticipation. Then there he was, looking utterly gorgeous in his Quidditich robes, I resisted the urge to pounce on him right then and there.
The Captain's (my Captain's) started with the basic test of flying once around the pitch. Easier said than done, for us at least. We were the second group up, and as soon as Harry blew the whistle we were beside ourselves with giggles and fell about snickering and clutching each other. He told us to leave, and we did you unabashed because it was Harry, and there was really no hope for us anyway.
We found seats in the stands and I gazed down at Harry as he selected this year's Quidditich team. After the keeper was chosen some large brute came up to Harry and they started to argue, I had a sudden urge to throw something at him; but I have poor aim and it would have been hard to make it out of the stands and back to the castle with only one shoe.
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I stand by my word that the fact that we were in the same section of the library at the same time was purely coincidence. I was looking for a book to help me with my Transfiguration Homework, when I had happened to glance through a recently manifested hole in the in the bookshelf and saw him flipping through a heavy leather-bound book. I emitted an involuntary squeak and dropped Tantalizing Transfiguration for Twits
Thump
Grumbling gargoyles, I got to stop dropping things whenever I see him, I scooped it up and returned to the hole only to find it gone. I peered around the shelf and found it Harry-less. To bad, Harry-less is the worst possible state something can be in. I found the book he was looking at.
"Tantalizing Transfiguration for Twits: Volume 2" I read aloud "I knew it! We're soul mates!" I swooned and smelled the place where his hands had been only moments before "Mmmmm….Chosen one"
Tap. Tap. Shuffle. Tap. Cough. Thunck.
I'd recognize that cough anywhere. I speedily retreated behind a swirling stack of tomes and peaked around in time to see his swishing robes flip around to the other side of the shelf.
"Phew…that was close." I said, relaxing and leaning back to rest my weight on my hands, which I realized as my head collided with a stack of books, was a mistake.
"Shit"
Crash
Some girls have all the luck, I have none, I thought as I dashed into a maze of shelves on "Goblin Rebellion" still dragging Tantalizing Transfiguration for Twits behind me. Sometimes I can still hear Madam Pince's shrieks among all 30 Volumes of The Guide to be Tricky Toe Transfiguration casting up little puffs of dust as they came to rest and Harry dashing into the "Goblin Healthcare" section muttering something that sounded strangely like "Colin Creevey"
I swear I wasn't stalking him that day in the library, it was pure coincidence, like I said.
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