It's a Rough Game Quidditch

RATED M

Disclaimer: I don't own this!! (Idea made possible by crazychicalol)

A/N: Okay, I have a small few readers flowing in, so I'm still going. I guess you win some, you lose some. Right? I hope whoever is reading this likes the idea given to me by reader crazychicalol. It sparked a new idea in myself and character Gioni Frederli. Oh, and the new divider for the segments is QCs, seeing as various ones didn't work too well. If this one doesn't work, I'm going to be very frustrated.

Chapter Eight

Week Seven

"We leave for Aussie tomorrow," Gioni said, gathering his team around his kitchen table. "And I've just recently learned being captain and coach is way too hard for me. So, I think I've found the perfect match for our team. If we are willing to take back that opportunity."

"I don't want another Leeland Fredrick, Gioni," Mary said, leaning against the wall. "That was too much torture." Robert nodded.

"But we do need to keep the personal crap out of the game," Cuyler admitted. "Only you, Rob, and Gioni had to deal with this Fredrick guy, but I think it'd be easier to have someone looking after our asses."

"Yeah," Brandon and Debbie agreed.

"Well, is that a yes, or a no?" Gioni asked. Mary threw her hands up in defeat.

"Who is this guy, and how much are we paying them?" she grumbled.

"Actually there are two, and they're both new into the coaching gig, so they said they'll finish off the season for free, and then we can work an agreement next season," the captain replied. He tapped his wand firmly on the door behind him. "Coach Potter and Coach Wood, come on out here." A tall, muscular man stepped out, followed by a slender, red haired woman.

"Oh--my--God!" Debbie exclaimed, her jaw dropping. "She's Ginny Potter!"
"I know who I am, thanks," she joked, her British accent flowing well. "I met Gioni a few years back, when I was a chaser for the Holyhead Harpies. I owe him a few favors, and a few broken teeth." The team laughed. Ginny Potter was very captivating.

"Way to steal the spotlight, Gin," Coach Wood joked. "Oliver Wood, at your services." He shook a few hands, then laughed, stating, "You will never see me this polite ever again, so enjoy it."

"All right, you lot, we'll meet you in Sydney tomorrow, and don't you dare go out partying tonight. We'll know," Potter said, grabbing Wood by the arm, who had been making a face, and apparating.

"If she's Ginny Potter, does that mean that she's related to..." Fred began.

"Yes, that right there is Harry Potter's wife," Gioni finished. "But she's here for Quidditch, and not that crap."

"Two coaches?" Mary asked. She crossed her arms over her chest.

"Two of the best coaches!" Robert replied. "We have no chance of losing now!"

"Don't get too cocky, guys," Gioni said. "Now let's get some shut eye before either coach slaughters us."

"Goodnight, guys," Debbie said, leaving with a pop. The others followed suit, leaving only Gioni and Mary in the kitchen. He stared at her pointedly.

"Oh, I have to leave, too?" she asked.

"You can stay," he said. "But we really do need some sleep."

"Fine," she sighed.

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The Australians had a plan of their own. The score was160 to zero, USA, until the Aussie beaters knocked Debbie and Gioni out of the way, scoring two goals. Wood then called for a timeout, while Potter took the two chasers to make sure they could still play.

"Mary, can you possibly get the snitch in the next five minutes?" the coach asked. Mary nodded, and the others rejoined them.

"Montz, Greene, Frederli, we need you to do an all-way shut out. Keep the quaffle in your possession but don't score. We're going to let Mary take this bad Larry home."

The game resumed, and as promised, Mary delivered.

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The press swarmed the team, asking about the new coaches, and it was a mystery how they got back to their tents.

"Great job, team!" Potter announced when they were all together and clean.

"When we get to France, we're doing some training, but great, all of you," Wood added.

Mary was happy everything was beginning to work out, but inside her, things were stirring.

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WEEK SEVEN MATCHES

USA vs. Australia (310, 20)

Nordic vs. England (150, 300)

Bulgaria vs. France (180, 110)

Germany vs. Spain (130, 240)

Japan Break

STANDINGS

1. USA 1960

2. England 1260

3. Bulgaria 1110

4. Nordic 950

5. France 860

6. Spain 830

7. Australia 820

8. Japan 700

9. Germany 650