A/N: Because I need a distraction. I don't own Harry Potter.
Pre-Game jitters.
June 1991
Second Year
It was the last game of the season and a beater had been forced to drop out due to a bludger to the kidney in the last practice so Jo got ready for the game.
"You'll be fine, don't over think it," Leili said comfortingly.
"Yeah, that's so not gonna happen!" Jo snorted, shaking her head like a wet dog.
"Go Ommmm…" Leili laughed, Jo pulled herself into meditation stance.
"Ommmmmmmm-this isn't working...!"
"Legs crossed? Thumb to fingertip? Hmm it ought to work." Leili joked, trying to lighten her friend's mood.
"Darn. I'm just not one for meditating, I guess." It worked a little but Jo was still a nervous wreck.
"You'll be great, I promise. You've practiced for it, so it's not like you don't know what you're doing."
"I'm afraid I'm gonna screw up!" Leili rapped her knuckles on the wooden bench she sat on.
"Knock on wood. You're not gonna screw up. You'll be fine. I promise. I gotta go, play pretty!" Leili gave Jo a quick hug before she ran off to find her seat near Lee Jordan, the easily distracted commentator.
The game progressed smoothly, with Jo just narrowly hitting a bludger aimed for her left side. It was a close call at the end, but Hufflepuff won, with only ten points to spare, thanks to the retrieval of the snitch.