One Year Before The Philosopher's Stone
"Kat, are you thinking of trying out for the Quidditch Team?" Fred Weasley asked his friend over the Gryffindor table one morning.
"Yeah; why not? I could be a Chaser. What about you two?"
"Dunno yet. We were just thinking of going to see what happened." George took a large bite of a Cauldron Cake.
"Do you guys have brooms?"
"Nah. We're just gunna borrow some for the tryouts."
Katrina watched nevously as Angelina, one of her other friends, zoomed overhead to put another Quaffle past Oliver Wood, the fourth-year Keeper. She's really good. Angelina landed with eight goals in the two minutes, the best so far.
Charlie Weasley, the seventh year captain and Seeker, smiled warmly at Angelina. "Well done. Next up, Katrina Lupine."
Katrina mounted the Cleansweep Five she had borrowed, and kicked up hard from the ground, climbing easily with the Quaffle in hand. She zipped over the field, approaching Wood. She narrowed her eyes and faked a shot into the left hoop. He dived to block, and she scored through the middle hoop.
One.
Two.
Three.
Four.
She had a little more than a minute to go. Another Quaffle hurtled past Wood into the right hoop.
Five.
Six.
Seven.
Blocked. She grabbed the red ball and tried again.
Eight.
Nine.
One more.
Ten.
"Time's up!" Charlie yelled from the ground.
Katrina landed to a wave of praise from almost everyone, even Angelina.
"Nice job!" Johnson congratulated her.
"Just lucky. You're the one who did a great job," Katrina told her.
"Alright, everyone who came here had a outstanding run," Charlie announced to the fifty or so students gathered around him. "The team are as follows: Keeper, Oliver Wood. Beaters, Fred and George Weasley-"
Fred and George high-fived each other. There were mumbles of sibling favoritism, but Fred and George were well-liked, so no one raised their voices.
"Chasers, Katie Bell, Angelina Johnson-"
Katrina grinned at Angelina and Katie, and crossed her fingers.
"-and Katrina Lupine. Thank you to everyone for coming."