Harry Potter and the Other Kind of Magic Chapter 3
A/N: Mildred sure has a thing for attracting boys doesn't she? You'll find out soon in this chapter.
The next day, Mildred and her friends woke up to find wands on their night stands, one for each student.
Mildred was looking forward to experiencing a new form of magic and perhaps playing a little bit of quidditch.
Sadly, it was Saturday which meant there weren't any classes yet so Mildred and her friends wouldn't get a chance just yet to practise some wand magic.
However, Harry and the rest of the Gryffindor quidditch team had practise today and Harry had invited Mildred and her friends the other to come watch them play and he would teach them about the object of the game and everything.
Mildred, Maud and Enid were sitting at the table, having some breakfast when Harry, Ron and Hermione sat down to join.
"Morning, you lot," greeted Ron.
"Morning," replied Mildred, Maud and Enid.
"How was your first night at Hogwarts?" asked Hermione.
"Oh it's been great," replied Enid happily, "The beds here are so much comfier than the ones at Cackle's."
"Yes, it was," agreed Maud, "I felt like I was sinking into a giant marshmallow."
The friends laughed.
"So, anyway," said Harry, "I spoke to Oliver Wood, our quidditch captain, and he says it's alright for you guys to come to practice today and later on he'll be more than happy to explain quidditch to you."
"Great," said Mildred, "We'll be there."
Later that afternoon, Mildred, Maud and Enid walked down to the quidditch fields with Ron and Hermione to watch the Gryffindor quidditch team practise.
They sat on the bleachers while the team did some practice drills set up for them by Oliver.
Soon, practice was over and Mildred, Maud and Enid walked down to the field to Harry and Oliver who were the only ones left.
"Hello," greeted Oliver, "I'm Oliver Wood. I'm the captain of the Gryffindor quidditch team."
"Yes, we know," said Mildred, "Harry's already told us about you."
"Well, alright then," said Oliver, "Let's get started."
Oliver signalled Harry to get something for him and Harry bent down to the box, picked up a quaffle and threw it to him.
"So to start off with, there are seven players in each quidditch team," explained Oliver, "And those are the keeper, the seeker, two beaters and three chasers."
He then held up the quaffle.
"There are three different balls. This one here is called the quaffle. The chasers pass this ball around and try to score it through one of those three goals."
He pointed over to the three goals on the field.
"The keeper of the opposing team defends those goals and they make sure that the other team does not score. Each goal is worth ten points. Got it?"
"Got it."
"Good. Now the next ball is going to be a bit tricky. Harry, could you help me?"
"Sure," said Harry, walking over to Oliver.
Oliver gave Harry a bat and Harry prepared himself for what was about to come.
Oliver bent down to the box and released a bludger.
The bludger shot right out of its imprisonment and out of sight.
"Get ready, Harry, it's coming back."
The bludger came right back down and Harry swung his arm and hit it with his bat.
The bludger flew off a few metres away but then returned shortly.
Oliver caught it with a grunt as it shot straight to his chest and he fell to the ground with a thud.
After a bit of a struggle, Oliver managed to return the bludger back to its imprisonment.
"What was that?" exclaimed Maud.
"That was a bludger," explained Oliver, "But you won't have to worry about them. That's what the beaters are for. They have clubs like the one Harry just used and they make sure to keep those nasty little things away from their teammates. And believe me when I say how much you don't want to be hit by one of those things."
A terrified look spread through Mildred's face.
"Has anyone ever been seriously injured by one of those things before?" asked Mildred, shakily.
"Not seriously," said Oliver, "The worst we ever had was a broken jaw."
Mildred's eyes widened. That didn't really help at all.
"So now, I'm going to introduce you to our final ball. This here is the golden snitch."
Oliver held up a golden snitch in front of the girls.
"Wow, I like this ball," said Enid.
"That's what I said when I first saw but wait til you see what it does," said Harry.
"What does it do?" asked Maud.
"The golden snitch moves quick and sometimes its even impossible to see. The seeker has to try and catch it before the other team seeker does. It's worth 150 points and once its caught, the game is over. So that's about it. Any questions?"
"Just one," said Enid, "When will we get a chance to play?"
"I'll talk to Madame Hooch and see if we can arrange a time for you to play."
"Great, looking forward to it," replied Enid.
Mildred, Maud and Enid were walking back to the great hall for lunch with Harry and Ron while Hermione was in the library, studying as always.
"So what do you think of quidditch?" asked Ron.
"It's sounds really interesting," said Maud.
"It's sounds extreme. I can't wait to play." exclaimed Enid.
"What about you, Mildred?" asked Harry, "What do you think?"
"Well...It's sounds a bit complicated to me," replied Mildred.
"It is at first but once you get the hang of it, it'll be loads of fun," said Harry.
"Yes, but i'm not sure if I'm looking forward to having my jaw broken by those bludger things," said Mildred.
"Oh, come one, Mil" said Ron, "That only happened once. And anyway like Oliver said, that's what the beaters are for. You'll be fine."
"Oh I don't know," said Mildred, "I'll think about."
"Great," said Harry, "With that said and done, let's go to lunch."
"Actually," said Mildred, "I'm not that hungry. Why don't you guys go on without me and I'll catch up with you later."
"Are you sure, Mil?" asked Maud.
"Yes, I'm sure," replied Mildred, "I have to get back up to the dorms anyway to check on Tabby. Go. I'll be fine."
"Okay, we'll see you later then, Mil," said Harry.
Mildred was walking down the hallway, thinking about quidditch when she accidentally bumped into a platinum blond boy.
"Watch where you're going you idiot," he yelled.
"I'm sorry," Mildred apologized.
However, as she looked up at the boy, he didn't seem so angry anymore.
"No, don't worry about it. It was probably my fault anyway," he said.
"But still," said Mildred, "I should've been looking at where I was going."
"No, it's fine," said the boy, "I wasn't looking at where I was going either."
"Well..."
Mildred didn't know what else to say. The boy was making her extremely uncomfortable.
"I better go. Bye."
And with that, she rushed back to her dorm.
The boy stood there smiling, wondering who that beautiful girl was.
Hermione had just witnessed the whole thing as she was leaving the library. She had never seen Draco Malfoy acting so nice to someone before.