Chapter Four: Who Gave Her A Bat?
September 1972 - Second Year; Quidditch
Daffodille smirked as she sat at the table in the Great Hall. It was Quidditch try-outs that day and she could not wait. She had always wanted to be a Beater for a Quidditch team. The house team looked so good after all. There was always something that could spoil her mood though.
"I can't wait to try out for Seeker," James smirked as he sat down beside his cousin. "I'm gunna do it for my idol."
Daffy glared at him, "The Gryffindor team team already has a Seeker. You'll have to wait until next year."
"Oh, well he'll have settle for Chaser with me," Sirius draped an arm around her shoulders. "You'd make a fine Chaser, Potter."
She shoved his arm off of her and glared at Black. "I would rather vomit than be on the same team as both of you."
"The feeling is neutral," James grinned. "The same goes for Rose."
Daffodille rolled her eyes, "That is a very sexist comment, Jamie. I'll have you know that there are fine female Quidditch stars. Just look at my posters in my room."
"Merlin, you'd be a rubbish date!" Sirius had exclaimed. "Witches Rights! Next it'll be House Elves' rights!"
"Now, that's not a bad idea," she smirked at the would be casanova.
"Merlin!" James sounded aspirated. "Don't get ideas in her head, Sirius!"
Daffy stood up, "Whelp, I'd best get my broom stick now or I'll be late for try-outs. I'll most likely see you two later."
Daffodille walked down the corridor with her broom stick set in her hand. It was almost time for her try-out; she was so excited.
A blonde, however, stepped into her path. She had confused him for a woman at first. "No running in the corridors." Huh? "Five points off Gryffindor."
"I- I," she was confused once more. She wasn't running but then it became apparent he wasn't talking to her.
"Sorry, Malfoy," a male voice found its way into her ears. "I'll remember for next time."
"You better, Flame." A swish of long hair and Malfoy went back down the corridor.
Daffy turned to the offender and almost regretted it. He was the most beautiful guy that she had ever seen. The brunette could feel her heart go faster at the sight of the red haired male.
He smiled (breathlessly?) radantly. "Ur, sorry about that. I hope Malfoy didn't get you confused."
"Oh," she nearly whispered. "That's okay. I just wasn't expecting it that's all."
He nodded, "I'm Thomas. Thomas Flame, by the way." He held out his hand.
Daffy nervously took it. "I'm Daffy. Daffodille Potter." She slowly shook it.
"Daffodille? That's a beautiful name, it suits you," he smiled before looking down at her broom stick. "Oh, am I keeping you from try-outs?"
"Shot! I almost forgot!"
"Don't worry," he chuckled lightly. "If you hurry, you'll make it."
Daffodille made it on time, thank Merlin for that! She had heard her name being called out once she got there. The brunette smiled apologetically at the captain before grabbing a bat and flying up into position.
She looked at the stands and saw Remus, Peter, Lily, Severus (reluctantly, of course) and (her heart melted) Thomas. Both red heads and Remus waved at her. Daffy felt blood rush to her cheeks as she turned away to face Black.
He smiled, "Face feel cold, Potter? I'd warm it up but I need a hand free to catch the Quaffle. Oh, there's Rose!"
Daffodille looked over and saw an over eager Rose and... Was that a banner with her name on it?
"Go Daffy!" The first year called.
A smile tugged at the second year's lips.
"Oi! Where's mine?" James sounded insulted.
"There's no hope for you, Jamie," she smirked as she whacked a Bludger that was an inch from his head. "Watch it by the way."
James, Sirius and Daffy had made it onto the team. The three were really happy about it.
"Maybe Lily will go out with me now," James sounded gleeful.
"Not in a million years, Potter," came the red head's voice from the sofa in Gryffindor's common room.
"But... But you came to my try-out?"
"Correction, I came to Daffy's try-out, idiot."
Daffodille smirked from her position on the floor. "I told you this would happen, Jamie. It gets much, much worse."
Thomas entered the common room and sat next to her. "Congratulations!" He hugged her, "I've just heard."
Daffy reluctantly hugged him back, face burning up. "Thank you, Thomas."
James's protectiveness kicked in. "Who the bloody hell is that?"
She pulled out of the embrace. "This is Thomas. He's my friend."
"I don't want you to hang around him."
"Just because he's a year above us and a boy does not mean I cannot be friends with him, Jamie."
"She does have a point, James," Sirius agreed. "They're only friends."
James pouted, "I don't like him."
"Trust you to say that," Daffy sounded asperated. "At least I don't waste my pocket money on dung bombs."
"Last summer was fun!" James tried to reason.
"Inviting Black around was the worse idea you ever had." Daffy stood up, "Now, if you excuse me, some of us have homework to do."
Lily nodded in agreement as she followed her and Thomas out of the portrait hole.
The Owl had come unexpectedly. It was from her mother. She couldn't believe it! The blood was beating closely to her petite ears. She wished summer would come slower now!
Looking up from her letter, Daffodille glared at the offenders. "Would you hurt you for me to have a peaceful?"
"What d'ya mean, Daffy?" James asked 'innocently'.
"Oh, don't act dumb with me Jamie!" She snapped. "You and Black coming to my house for summer!"
"That? We almost forgot about that," Sirius attempted to pick off invisible dust of his robe. "Your mother was quite insistent that we visited for the holidays."
Daffy pouted, "Well, I don't like it."
"Don't like what?" Rose asked as she sat next to her.
"Black and Jamie well spending summer at mine."
"Don't worry, me and Lily are coming up."
"Lily's coming up for summer?"
Daffy peered at her youngest cousin. "Why'd you say that for? We'll never hear the end of it now."
Fin.
End Notes:
Sorry if this makes no sense. This took me a day and half to write. I just hope it is okay. Reviews are welcome and the next chapter will be published when I finished it.