Chapter 2: England

"Line up everyone!" Grey Killyr yelled to us. He was the Sweetwater All-Stars coach. I mean the Sweetwater All-Stars torturer, but people call him a coach.

"Okay guys," He started before he noticed a glare from me, the only girl on the team. "And girl, there have been changes to The Quidditch World Cup. This year, there will be a tournament in England in which all teams will participate. There will be all sorts of challenges that involve quidditch including many matches. By many matches, I mean a lot. Like 4 matches a week."

"Not fair! Normally we only have 2 a week." Mike Leck, a beater, whined.

"Suck it up Leck! We are basically the best team!" Andrew Thild, keeper, yelled.

"I'd say we are pretty much tied with Puddlemere. So Bell, glad to be going back? I'm sure you will be greeted very many people, seeing as you ran away before." Leck muttered.

"Shut up." I snapped.

"Ouch Katie- Kates, that hurt!" Leck said with mock sadness. I just rolled my eyes at his stupidity. I could really care less about what he thought. I have to go back to England! Stupid England!

"You okay?" Brian Ikly asked. He was a beater and was the most caring one on the team. Not that he was a good friend. Not wanting him to know what my true feelings were on England, I just nodded.

"We are leaving tomorrow. We are going to use a portkey to the Puddlemere pitch where the press is going to be there. Wear some sort of team spirit please. Oh and, the first day is just for interviews, chatting with people from other teams, or whatever else passes the time." Killyr concluded. What fun, I thought.

"What time do we have to be on the pitch?" Thomas Ukid asked. He was a seeker and was the quietest one on the team. Tyler Ster and Sean Finma, who are both fellow chasers, are more outgoing than him.

"8:30." Our evil coach concluded. EIGHT THIRTY! WHAT? I'm normally not even up until 11:30 unless I have to!

"Aw, poor Bell, she is going to be sleep-walking. After all, Bell does get up at 11:30 at the earliest." Thild smirked. I can't believe that I grew up with him without killing him! Not to mention he was my best friend. Well, he did move to America when he was 11, so I guess that explains it. However, even if he still is my friend, I am going to kill him. What the heck, let's just kill him now! So, I chased him around the field with my wand in the air.

"BELL! YOU CAN'T KILL THILD! WE NEED HIM!" Killyr shouted. Snap, my fun is over. At least I scared the daylights out of Thild.

"Okay." I sighed.

"Anyway, now that no one is dead, everyone can go because you guy have to get ready." Killyr said.

"Remember, bright and early!" He shouted at our retreating figures.

"I wonder if everyone is going to be as pretty as Ms. Bell over here." Leck exclaimed and winked at me. I just rolled my eyes. Wow, that is becoming quite a habit lately.

"See you guys at 8: to early 30." I called. Once I was in my flat, I checked the time. Merlin! Is it really 10:00 PM? Wow, I just went to get more quidditch supplies. Now, what to pack….

7:41 AM

Oh snap! Really, it's seven forty? No time to spare. I quickly showered and pulled my dark, wavy hair in to a ponytail. I slipped my dark, skinny jeans, my Sweetwater t- shirt, and my lime green Sweetwater hoodie. While quickly slipping into lime green converse, I grabbed my suitcase and messenger bag and quickly apparated to the pitch. I ignored the wolf-whistles and the comments on my timing.

"Okay team, now that we are all here, shall we go?" Killyr questioned as we all nodded and grabbed the shoe. I felt the familiar tugging sensation and suddenly I was on the Puddlemere pitch. Soon interviewers badgered us.

"How is this change of scenery?"

"What are your names?"

How does it feel to be the only girl on the team?" So on and so on.

"Um coach?" I asked.

"Yes Bell?" Killyr replied.

"I'm going to look around."

"Okay, just be back here in 20 minutes for when they announce the teams and the players." He said, only half interested. I walked away from my groaning team members who were complaining about food.

"Katie? Katie Bell?" Someone asked. I could recognize the voice. It was Angelina Johnson. Darn it. I just ignored the people who were trying to see if I was Katie Bell and kept walking towards the concessions. I stood in line behind a tall young am. When he turned around, I was really surprised. It was Oliver Wood.