Oh Fudge (Part One)
Irumi had gotten her brother to sign the permission slip the night before. He wasn't happy about the fact that she had gotten in trouble and wasn't willing to listen that it wasn't her fault. And Ai wasn't any help as he couldn't talk. Plus, he was preoccupied with the poor owl he had brought home the night before. She hadn't asked as he always brought home strays and tried his best to make them comfortable. But for her to do community service instead of having to pick her up later then her brother, the choice was community service.
So Irumi walked up to the old arena. The place was literally decrepit and was obviously being fixed up to look like it was under going renovations so that it could be used again. The sound of sawing and hammering could easily be heard. Why they wanted the old arena when they had one in the new downtown that served the sports purposes of everyone, she didn't know.
When she walked in, she was surprised to see that the arena was much bigger then it looked like on the outside. She also to well remembered what the principal had said to her. "They are for some reason in need of Dwarves, Hobbits and Elves down at the old Arena. If it weren't for the fact that Dal and Hedgin were already on suspension and thus I can't punish them, I would send them for community service too. "
Irumi saw that a table was set up at the entrance of the arena. A man dressed in a lime green bowler hat stood there with a lady with big round eyes and mousy hair color. There was also a man next to them that had nothing that set him apart like the other two. And lastly their was a man behind the table. They were busy speaking when she walked up.
"I read the works of the Muggle Tolkien before I became the Minister of Magic for Great Britain. I never thought to find that a Muggle knew more about something like this then the Wizarding community. But I always felt, if it was true, I would love to meet an Elf." This came from the man with the odd colored hat.
"Well, I don't fully understand why, when Anwe is starting up to play Quiditch again, why there has to be this so called racial diversity. I think that Sheila Londswarn would make an excellent enough Seeker." This came from the mousey haired woman.
"Felia Vondswarn vis too vull of verself to ve Veeker." Said the other man standing.
"Well, you are the head of the Quiditch Rules and Regulations in your country, so you would know." The woman scoffed.
"What I would like to know is why your Ministry didn't send theirs," The man behind the table retorted.
"Because I am the Minister of Magic and should thus represent our country here." The man said.
"And I help him in writing the laws and other things." This comment made the man behind the table stare at the woman.
"That explains why you are here," He said in a sarcastic and very unhappy tone.
The man with the odd colored hat spoke up. He pointed over to where two women and two men were sitting and where a Dwarf and a Hobbit were sitting. "Those two, the Dwarf and the Hobbit are going to be your Beaters, Sheila your Keeper and the rest your chasers. You need a Seeker. An Elven Seeker because I see that is what they'll be best at. Where are the elves?"
"I sent word to the Elven Lord. But you must understand, Elves don't like to meddle in the in the affairs of the other races. Hopefully at least someone will show up. I can't believe we're forming a team without real tryouts.
"Vell, vhere vis no voom vor tryouts. Vhe arevna vis veing vixed."
"And we've ended up with two that have never flown a broom before," The lady spoke up, if one could call her that, because Irumi was beginning to notice a malice about the woman.
"They'll learn. They are said to be the best learners among their Races." The man snapped at her, standing up. He then noticed Irumi. "Do you need something?"
"The principal of my school sent me for service hours," Irumi walked up and handed him her slip and the note that accompanied it.
"This note says you're an Elfing. Too young ..."
"She's obviously looks ten, but in Elven years she has to be twenty-five. And she has a permission slip. " The man with the hat said while the other glared. " I am going to head over there and tell them their positions."
"Well, you do need an elf," The woman said with snideness, and turned to follow the man with the lime bowler.
"This is a disaster." He turned to Irumi. "See if you can get out of this through your Elven Lord. Either have him send me someone by this afternoon, or else your it."
"I'm just an Elfling. A child,"
"Vell, Victor Krum vis a vild too. Vut, ve is vood. Von't vunder vestimate vourself."
Irumi sighed and decided then and there to find Hermione to get her help.
Author's Note -
Hermione walks up to the scene shaking her head. "I've never understood Quiditch and why it has such a following. I could explain a whole lot to you, but since I have to explain it to Irumi in the next chapter the best I can, it is best not too. But I obviously won't be explaining it to her why the author decided on this.
So, since I've made friends with Irumi, this would mean axcess for Ron and Harry to get more Quiditch stuff. Not to mention that they'll get all excited over it while I wont/ And ... to see Irumi taking broom lessons. If you think it is a bad idea, well, the author may try to find a way to get Irumi out of this."
"Oh, and the author would love help for her Bulgarian accent." Hermione smiles at this then walks off.