Chapter Five: Mulligan!
Bridgit and Cora were exhausted from listening to a room full of girls discussing crushes and other such useless information all night long, never ceasing to giggle for an instant.
"I'm glad we're guarding Harry…He's not a girl." Bridgit moaned, rubbing sleepily at her eyes.
"Well, he's almost as bad when he's pining about Reagan." Cora muttered darkly, bags under her eyes.
"What was that?" Reagan inquired as the two reached the common room.
"Nothing!" Cora said quickly.
They then noticed Sammy, who was also apparently waiting for them. She turned to them, covered in an air of brevity.
"Guys, guys, guys! We need to talk!" She said urgently.
Reagan looked concerned.
"For privacy's sake, why don't you tell us halfway up the stairs?" Cora suggested.
"Oh no! I'm not doing that again." Sammy shuddered.
She remembered a previous instance where Bridgit and Cora had lured her up the stairs and then pushed her all the way down yelling 'Everyone loves a Slinky!'
"Well, what is it?" Bridgit asked.
"We can't discuss it openly." Sammy reminded them. "So stop playing childish games. We have work to do." She openly chastised Bridgit and Cora.
"So, we can't discuss the mission in public, but she can berate us in front of everyone?" Bridgit muttered.
They all walked to a secluded corner - Bridgit and Cora far more sulkily than Reagan. The secluded corner, very isolated and lonely, was happy to have visitors.
The four quickly realized why the corner was abandoned. There was a student-made death shrine of cardboard with many rocks listing the names of all Gryffindor students who didn't survive their year at Hogwart's. Sammy ignored this and continued.
"Bad news. They have a school wide Quidditch thing going on and it just so happens that Harry is on the team and that the practices take up a fair amount of his life." she spelled it out.
"So?" Cora raised an eyebrow. "Are you worried about his grades or something?"
"Yeah, we're not supposed to be guarding his dignity." Bridgit added.
"No, but you are supposed to be guarding him at all times, which means that you need to be at these practices. Unless, of course, you want him to think you like him." She grinned evilly.
"NO!" The girls recoiled in horror.
"Right. At least one of us needs to be on the team so that we have an excuse to keep tabs on him during each practice. By the way, the try-outs are today."
"That was such a Trex moment." Bridgit pointed out.
"Shut up." Sammy said in embarrassment.
"Count me in." Bridgit offered.
"I'm a great Quidditch player! This will be easy!" Cora grinned.
"O-okay. I'll be there too, then." Reagan said uncertainly.
There was an awkward pause.
"Actually, if we ALL go, I think it will look a little suspicious." Sammy tried to look like she hadn't already thought about this. "We'll need someone to stay behind. I hate to do this Reagan, but you need to be a team player and sit this one out."
"Okay." He smiled, obviously not the least bit upset.
"Now, the position we're trying out for is keeper. Their last one graduated. Any problems?" They all failed to notice the rock with the name "Oliver Wood – Quidditch Captain – Falling Meteor" written on it in an untidy scrawl.
"Nope!"
"Good! See you at the pitch at lunch."
"What nonsense is this?" McGonagall briskly stormed up to them.
"We weren't touching it, honest! We revere the spirits of the dead!" Bridgit protested.
"No, this isn't a death shrine! No one ever dies at Hogwart's. This is clearly a student prank. It happens every year." She swept the entire display up and threw it out the window. It landed on an unfortunate student out for a morning jog.
"But didn't a student die last year?" Some kid piped up.
"He didn't count. It didn't happen on school grounds."
"What about the kid who died in the bathroom?"
"All hearsay! Now go eat breakfast!" She snapped, fleeing from the probing questions.
"Well, what wonderful classes await us today?" Bridgit muttered dryly as the hubbub died down.
"Well, first we have Care of Magical Creatures!" Hermione popped out of nowhere.
By now, Bridgit and Cora were sort of used to her random appearances, so they were only slightly alarmed.
"How do you know that?" Cora asked.
"I have copies of your schedules!" Hermione beamed.
"You're a little scary." Bridgit admitted.
"Well, if being well-informed is scary, then I'm terrifying." She said proudly.
"That you are." Cora assured her.
"Hey…I never noticed this before, but you have the exact same schedule as Harry!" Hermione had an epiphany.
"Uhmmm…wow! What a coincidence! Let's get to class now!" Cora muttered.
"The early bird catches the worm!" Bridgit smiled nervously.
"You're right…but what about breakfast?"
"Breakfast is for slackers." Cora said with a deadpan expression.
"You two need to get your priorities straight." Hermione looked at them. "Breakfast is the most important meal of the day. It gives you the boost you need to keep your brain active during the precious, precious school hours. Why, without breakfast, you would be nothing! Nothing but mindless lumps of flesh. Now come, let us go eat."
"Uh…okay."
They followed her to the Great Hall, glad to have gotten her mind off of the subject of sharing stalker-ish tendencies.
After breakfast, they went outside to a run-down little shack made of wood.
"What is this?" Cora asked.
"This is where Hagrid lives!" Harry, Ron and Hermione cheered, looking excited.
"Only a mudblood lot like you would be common enough to take a liking to a living pile of hair." Malfoy sneered.
"You're just jealous that you don't have friends any more." Hermione snapped back smugly.
"That's where you're wrong." Malfoy grinned maliciously. "Replacements Crabbe and Goyle! Report!"
Two equally-sized gargantuan teenage boys lumbered up to stand beside Malfoy. Everyone gazed at them in shock.
"Oh my gosh. They look meaner than the originals!" Ron moaned.
"Replacement Crabbe and Goyle? What the heck?" Cora demanded.
"Don't you guys have real names?" Bridgit asked.
"Duhhhh…I forgoqtted." Replacement Crabbe drooled, somehow including the letter 'Q'.
The replacement Goyle looked sad, and stared down at the ground.
"I had a name once, but not anymore." He sighed mournfully.
"Okay then…"
The dumb one is a better replacement than that whiner. A cold voice commented.
"Huh? Moonmist? What are you doing here?" Cora turned to her dragonette.
"Hmmm…maybe you're right. This one doesn't look like he has much fight in him." Malfoy engaged Moonmist in conversation.
Well, I had this problem once too. What I found to be the most effective was-
"Moonmist!" Cora grabbed him. "Idiot! We don't like him." She hissed.
Oh. Well, it would help if you would tell us what's going on instead of locking us in the dorms.
"Yeah!" Tigerscry flew out from some nearby bushes.
"Is there anyone else out there?" Cora called into the bushes.
"No!" Toucey replied.
There was a pause, after which Drifter sulked out of the bushes with a toad riding on his head. Toucey suddenly landed on Drifter's rump and gave him a nasty peck.
"You blew our cover!" Toucey squawked.
"You are so stupid." Drifter muttered, flicking the bird off with his tail. "I'm so glad I found you, Trevor."
"GAHHHH." Trevor replied.
"What are you guys doing out here?" Bridgit shook her head in bewilderment.
"It's boring inside. We were going to go play leprechaun croquet in the forest."
"How many times have we told you that it hurts the leprechauns?" Bridgit reprimanded them.
"But…but…the forbidden forest is forbidden!" Hermione wailed.
"For students." Cora clarified.
Hermione gasped and pulled out a rule book.
"You're right! That's such a relief."
"Well, I guess you guys could hang out here. You need the exercise. Just don't get into any trouble." Bridgit consented.
Just then, the door burst open and out came Hagrid. What magical wisdom will he impart?
"Good mornin' to yeh'. Now, Today, we're going teh- DRAGONS!" He suddenly noticed Tigerscry and Moonmist.
He pushed some kids roughly out of his way and ran to the dragons and gave them a huge hug.
Can I hurt him PLEASE? Moonmist was quite uncomfortable.
"No! He's a teacher." Hermione exclaimed. "That would be a sign of disrespect."
I don't care!
"Hey! What do you think you're doing, buddy? You don't just go around hugging other people's things!" Cora fumed.
What? I'm not your property! I'm-well, if it will get me out of this… Moonmist grudgingly shut up.
"Just because you're a teacher doesn't mean you can throw your authority around like this! You're just a stupid sonnova- I'm terribly sorry for this misunderstanding, sir. I tend to explode when things that are mine are taken out of my control." Cora stopped and clapped a hand over her mouth, eyes wide in horror. She decided to try again. "Sometimes I get a little carried away and become violent. Still, this is no excuse for the language I used." She stopped, looking like she was going to cry. "So I sincerely apologize and humbly request that you let Moonmist go."
"Oh, sorry abou' that. I just' really love dragons." Hagrid obliged.
Cora suddenly whirled around.
"What the hell was that about?" She moaned. "How did those things come out of my mouth?"
"Well…" Bridgit faltered under Cora's knowing glare. "Reagan taught me this really nifty spell. He said it was for emergencies and I thought this was one, so I used it."
Cora suddenly looked furious.
"A PLUS SOCIAL SKILL SPELL! HOW COULD YOU?" She exploded. " This will alienate me from my gaming clan!"
"Hey, wait a minute!" Hagrid interrupted Bridgit' potential ass kicking. "How can yeh' have dragons?"
Hermione put her hand up and waved it around in the air.
"Well, you see we're-" Cora started to explain.
"Yes, Hermione." Hagrid pointed at her.
"You see, these are dragonettes. While they are exotic animals, you can have them if you a have a permit, which they do." She explained.
"Huh! Favouritism." Bridgit huffed.
"No. You're not supposed to speak without raising your hand." Hermione informed them.
"But class hasn't started yet." Cora growled.
"Yes it has! It starts the moment the teacher comes in." Harry explained.
"Or in this case, out." Malfoy snickered. No one understood what he meant and the silence was only broken by the slow heavy laughter of Replacement Crabbe, who was looking at a ladybug in childish delight. Replacement Goyle was still staring at his shoes in sadness. Annoyed by the lack of response, Malfoy proceeded to take his new lackeys to task.
"What are two you lagabouts doing? You're supposed to be watching and intimidating people so that they have to listen to me." Malfoy snapped at the two.
"Duhhh…Malfoy is more righter than you." Replacement Crabbe muttered.
"What?" Everyone looked at him like he was an idiot…which he was.
"But…Mr. Malfoy, your insult clearly lacked dimension and was difficult to understand, even in context. Furthermore…"
"SILENCE!" Malfoy boomed.
"I'm sorry sir!" Replacement Goyle cowered and then began to cry.
"Agh! I never thought I'd ever say this, but I miss Crabbe and Goyle." Malofy sighed, smacking his head against a tree.
"Well, if yer all done wi' your stories, now class can begin." Hagrid gave the three a reproachful glance. "Righ' then, today's lesson will be about Cradillos. Follow me to th' pens."
Hagrid started walking to the back of his cottage with long strides. The rest of his class had to jog to catch up to them and when they did, they all looked at the sight before them in amazement. Instead of the slimy, dangerous worms they were certain awaited them, they found instead a flock of somewhat endearing-looking creatures. Aside from the tail with four spines on it, they looked like the very idea of harmless and cute.
"Righ', now as you approach, be careful not to make any sudden movements."
"Will they eat us?" Neville fearfully quaked.
"Nah. They're herbivorous. An' they'll consider it a predatory act if you breathe loudly or make any sudden moves and they'll try to run away. Yeh best not be spookin' em, those tails are mighty fierce when used for self-defense."
Everyone slowly leaned over the rails surrounding the pen to watch the animals.
"Oooh! They're so cuuute!" Lavender cooed.
"Well…they're interesting at the very least." Cora gave the animals a sideways glance.
They're stupid-looking and they smell bad! Moonmist griped.
"I don't smell anything."
That's because you have a stupid human nose. You might as well not have one at all.
It was at this point Cora shut him up with a rather pointed glance.
The creatures before them had scaly arms and legs splayed out to the sides, much like a crocodile's. However, the torso was covered in a soft, fluffy wool coat from which emerged an adorable face with big brown eyes and two floppy ears.
"These are jus' babies, and it'll be your full term project to raise them and train them to do what they do best."
"Do they attack people?" Neville asked, still waiting for the scary part.
"Nah. Who can tell me wha' they do?"
Hermione's hand shot into the air like she had just planted it on a burning stove. Cora grinned. Now was the time for sweet, sweet revenge. She tickled Hermione's underarm, preventing her from answering the question.
"I'll bet they taste good with ketchup." Malfoy said snidely.
Hagrid frowned.
"Nah, that's not wha' they're for. I'm surprised you didn't know the answer, Miss Granger, and am very disappointed in you. These young ones can absorb any magic shot at them as a natural ability. When cradillos reach their adult form, they emit a radius that can absorb many common spells. They're trained to be pets for witches and wizards suffering from Magicusalvi defusio, a condition where they can' control any magical outbursts."
Hermione, oblivious to the continuing lesson, whimpered and tried to look like she wasn't fighting back tears.
"Ah, sort of like a seeing-eye dog?" Bridgit piped up.
"A wha'? I guess so…" Hagrid looked uncertain.
"I'll shank you while you're sleeping" Hermoine said quietly to Bridgit. "Then the circle of knowledge will be restored."
Her dignity salvaged and authority maintained, Hermione was able to focus on the lesson.
"Now firs', I wan' each of yeh to find a cradillos, approach it slowly, feed them some of these pepper corns and stroke the wool on their back. After doin' this, they'll be able to recognize and respond to you in future classes."
Each student was handed a small bag of pepper corns and was told to climb into the pen. Neville, shaking in the knees, feared some sort of shark-like attack.
"I'm not going in there. It reeks of filth." Malfoy glared at the cradillos.
"Actually, they're quite clean. Yeh see, a cradillos' method of waste disposal is to-"
To spare themselves disturbing mental images, Bridgit and Cora hopped over the fence and quickly walked out of earshot. Bridgit headed off in a different direction from Cora to find a cradillos. Cora was about to start walking, when she felt something bumping against her leg. She looked down and her gaze was met by soft, brown eyes. The cradillos tried to climb up her leg to get at her bag of pepper corns.
"Well, aren't we a greedy little one? Reminds me of my other pet." Cora grinned.
What? Moonmist snapped indignantly. I'm not your pet! And I'm certainly not greedy! This is pointless! Why don't you just kick it? That'll make it go away.
"No! I like it!" Cora smiled, bending down and feeding it some pepper corns. "I'm going to call it Aluicious."
How about Delicious? I agree with blond kid. It looks tasty.
Cora chose to ignore Moonmist.
"Alucious is what I was going to name Moonmist if he had been a girl!" Cora cooed to it.
You're really messed up! I don't even think Alucious is a girl's name! And no one in their right mind would think Moonmist is a boy's name!
Cora continued ignoring him and started stroking Aluicious' back. It fell asleep, its head resting in her lap.
Bridgit searched far and wide for a cradillos that really stood out to her. She soon spied a cradillos running repeatedly into a tree.
"Wow! This one's really dumb." She shook her head in sadness.
However, an apple unexpectedly fell out of the walnut tree. The cradillos then began to devour it.
"Hey…it's smarter than it looks. Here boy!" Bridgit called out to it.
Surprisingly, it responded and sauntered up to her. Bridgit held out the pepper corns in the palm of her hand and the thing sucked it up like a vacuum cleaner.
"Man! You're hungry. I'm going to call you 4 o'Clock." She smiled and started to stroke his back.
"Uhhh…that doesn't make any sense." Neville, who was standing within earshot, said.
"Oh yeah? Well what did you name yours?" Bridgit gave him a scathing look.
Neville puffed out his chest. "I named him Chester!" He grinned.
"Ooooh…imaginative." Bridgit said sarcastically.
"I named mine Einstein!" Hermione and her cradillos popped out of nowhere.
"Breeee breeee!" Her cradillos added.
"They're perfect for each other." Bridgit muttered under her breath.
"I named mine Lucinda." Harry offered.
Cora approached.
"Not bad! I was expecting something stupid after I heard your bird's name." She patted him on the back.
"But…what's wrong with my bird's name?" Harry looked hurt.
"Nothing dear…" Cora continued patting him on the back. "Don't let him name the children." She whispered to Hermione, causing her to go red and Ron to look really angry.
"Well…I named mine better! I called him Scapegoat after Harry!" Ron stood up tall and squared his shoulders.
"That's surprisingly insightful of you, Ron!" Hermione smiled at him.
"Ahhh, it was nothin'" Ron blushed a bit.
"Hah! You saps are really going for this aren't you? Very well, I'll go to the horrendous effort of naming mine. I shall call you," Malfoy turned to his sickly looking cradillos, "Bottom." The cradillos looked sad.
"Duuuuh…I call you stick, after best friend!" They could hear replacement Crabbe's voice from behind a tree.
Their suspicion that he had actually named a stick instead was relieved when he came out led by his cradillos, which was dragging him by his shoelaces in order to get him to face the right direction.
"I named mine Darling!" Replacement Goyle hugged his cradillos, looking happier than he had in days.
The cradillos started biting him and whacked him with its tail.
"Ow! There's nothing like (ow!) the (ow!) unconditional love of (ow!) an animal companion. They (ow! Ow!) never judge you and (ow!) just love you for (ow!) you! …Hagrid, I'm bleeding!"
"Wow…yeh' mus' really be a dandy if it's attacking you."
"It has nothing to do with my sexuality, just my physical prowess!" Replacement Goyle broke out into tears.
"There, there." Said Bridgit in an attempt to comfort him.
"Maybe it's just naturally mean." Cora added. "You're actually really brave. You selflessly took the meanest cradillos in…order to spare us all!"
"I know you two are just trying to cheer me up, but it's okay. My selfless love and devotion will transform this beast into the smartest, prettiest cradillos of the flock! I'll teach it to trust and love again! Ow!" The cradillos bit him again, looking scared.
After spending the rest of the class with the cradillos, it was time to leave. Before they headed for civilization, Hagrid approached Bridgit and Cora.
'Would it be okay if I could hold one of yer dragons one las' time?" Hagrid looked like he would cry if they said no, so Bridgit offered him Tigerscry to hold.
Hagrid wept for joy, drowning small worms unfortunate enough to be within a three inch radius.
"You know…" Bridgit began. "They would only end up staying in our dorms and getting into trouble. I suppose if it wasn't too much of a burden, we could possibly let you babysit them everyday when we're in classes."
"D-do yeh really mean it?" Hagrid said in disbelief.
You're going to hand us over to that madman? Moonmist growled.
"Shut up, Moonmist! Maybe he can learn you some manners!" Cora shoved Moonmist at Hagrid too.
Toucey and Drifter, knowing when they were beaten, also sulked up to their giant, hairy nanny. Trevor hopped off into the forest, grateful to have escaped with his life.
"Then it's settled!" Bridgit clapped her hands together. "See you guys after school! Is over! In the summer!"
"Hey, wait!" Tigerscry protested.
They then left for their transfiguration classes with Professor McGonagall.
Once they arrived, they found that they shared their class with the Hufflepuffs. Bridgit and Cora sat next to each other, Harry sat next to Ron and Hermione sat next to Violet.
"Welcome back." McGonagall smiled, quickly shoving a house point scoreboard into her desk drawer in an attempt not to look obsessive. "I trust you weren't hoping that this year would be easy for you, as I can safely say it will contain some very challenging things to learn."
Harry and Ron slumped down in their seats, slightly deflating at this news.
"To give you a refresher of last year, I want you to turn the teacups you will see in front of you into mice. However, in order to prepare you for what we will be learning first, I also want you to attempt to make the mouse become the size of a Quaffle."
"Darn those quazy quaffles." Bridgit muttered.
"Well, let's get crackin'." Cora stretched the kinks out of her arms.
Cora focused on her teacup and tapped it once with her finger. It then slowly changed into a mouse, bit by bit. After ten minutes, she had managed to get the mouse to be not only a mouse, but a quaffle sized mouse. Unfortunately, she had not been able to get rid of the floral patter that had been on the teacup.
Bridgit hadn't been able to get her mouse to transform completely either. Out of her mouse's back side was, instead of a tail, a ceramic handle. She tried to make it grow, but it only became as long as a quaffle, and looked like a mutated ferret.
"Whaaat? It's more convenient to pick it up this way!" She picked up the mouse by its handle, demonstrating while the mouse tried in vain to scurry away on its little feet, shrieking at the top of its lungs.
Hermione, per usual, made a perfect example of exactly what Professor McGonagall wanted.
"Why, Miss Granger, it even does my marking for me! Ten points for Gryffindor!"
Ron managed to create a mouse made of ceramic, but when he tried to make it get bigger, it instead imploded upon itself. Harry fared worse. He was able to make a large teacup with mouse legs, ears, whiskers and a tail. The teacup, unsure of what to do, scurried away as fast as it could. It managed not to break on the fall from the table, but as it charged into a mouse hole rather too small for it, it shattered to pieces.
"That's animal cruelty, that is." Ron chided Harry.
"It's not cruelty if it's not animal-shaped. Read it in the Magical Code of Ethics. Yours, on the other hand, likely had a soul by the time you killed it." Harry shot back.
"But mine couldn't move, so it wasn't technically alive like yours is…or shall I say was?" Ron made something up from the magical annuls of his brain.
Suddenly, everyone was distracted by a dark, looming shadow. They turned to look back at Neville's table.
"I can't make it stop!" Neville squeaked.
His mouse, which had actually turned out to look like a mouse with a teacup body, was growing at an alarming rate and beginning to rampage around the room as its head began to brush against the ceiling.
"Mr. Longbottom, stop this at once!" McGonagall shouted at him. "Oh, never mind. You can't, can you?"
She held up her wand and the mouse began to shrink and reverted back into a harmless teacup.
"Well, I suppose that is enough excitement for today. Your assignment is to read the first chapter from your book and write two feet on the importance of eye contact. You may have the last five minutes of class to begin your assignment."
Hermione whipped out her textbook and began to write feverishly on her parchment, having already read and notarized the book.
Everyone else figured five minutes wasn't long enough, so they just started talking to each other quietly so that they wouldn't be forced to start their work. As they were chatting, McGonagall collected all of the crimes against nature and placed them on her desk. Bridgit and Cora, out of curiosity, approached her.
"What can I do for you, ladies?" She asked them.
"Ummm…we were just wondering what you do with the mice after." Cora said.
"Oh. Well, we put them into a waste disposal unit where they are mixed with a potion that breaks down the spell so that they are converted back to their original form. The magic by-product slurry is then shipped to the Ministry of Magic to be used as colour-changing paint. We believe in the three R's." She smiled.
"Thank you!" Bridgit smiled, heading quickly back to her desk.
"That's weird." Cora whispered.
Class was then over.
"Quidditch tryouts!" Bridgit cheered.
Harry looked a little concerned.
"You guys are trying out for the Quidditch team?" He asked.
"Uhmmm…yeah. That would be why I was yelling about tryouts." Bridgit confirmed his belief.
"Why?" Cora gave him a look.
"N-nothing!" Harry grinned and backed away very quickly.
"Good. Shall we?" Cora turned to Bridgit.
"Let's!"
And they headed for the Quidditch pitch.
They all had lined up to tryout for their role as the keeper. Bridgit and Cora were now at the front of the line while some stupid little weiner kid was taking up their valuable time. He kept on missing the ball and, in an attempt to actually successfully block it for once, he kept on shouting.
"Mulligan!" In a horrible, cracking voice.
Finally, in irritation, Fred and George stopped doing their jobs as beaters and he got nailed in the head by both bludgers at the same time. He fell to the ground with a dull thud, blood everywhere.
"Quidditch is hard!" He said before expiring.
"Ooops…I think I'll need a mulligan on that one." Fred said cheekily.
Both laughed until Angelina glared at them angrily.
"Next up!" She called down.
House elves removed the remains from the field and dumped them into a waste receptacle marked 'Naptime Corner'.
Bridgit grabbed the broom roughly from where the stupid kid had died and kicked up into the keeper's net. Basically, the team was re-enacting a close approximation of a real game of Quidditch, so all of the players were in their positions and all of the balls were in play. However, there was an extra person purposely trying to score on the net. Bridgit gripped her broom handle and smiled. This would be easy! She blocked the first three shots perfectly, but then something distracted her attention. The golden snitch flew right in front of her face.
"Oooh! Shiny!" She exclaimed.
The snitch flew away.
"Hey! Come back!" She chased it.
"Wow. She's pretty good! You'd better watch out for your position, Harry!" Angelina nudged him in the ribs.
However, Bridgit then crashed into a wall.
"Then again…you're our star seeker." She changed her mind.
"Are you okay?" Sammy asked, running over to Bridgit.
"I think so…" Bridgit continued lying in the grass.
"Well, maybe just lay still for a bit." Sammy suggested.
"Good, it's my turn!" Cora wrenched the broom from Bridgit's grip.
"Go get 'em!" Bridgit weakly called after her, still lying dazed in the grass.
Cora grinned and took off up to the keeper's net.
"I'll show them how it's done!" Cora glared at the rest of the team.
She blocked the first quaffle from Bevilyn Wallflower who was trying to score on both the keeper's net and Fred Weasley. She swooped down to retrieve the ball and shot it at the net again. This happened several times, before Cora got cheesed off. That person wasn't playing by the rules. Finally, she got fed up.
"Stop cheating!" She yelled.
"What?" Bevilyn asked.
"Stop being so cheap! You're not even in range!" She snarled in frustration.
"Range?"
"Fine! If you won't come to me, I'll come to you!"
Cora then charged Bevilyn, who was only helping out today to get into Fred's pants, and kicked her in the face. She fell off and landed on the ground with a dull thud.
"Anyone else wanna try and cheat or shoot on my net?" Cora challenged the rest of her team.
"I've seen enough! If you want to play like that, then go join the Slytherins!" Angelina snapped.
"What? You guys wouldn't last ten seconds in street Quidditch! I say good day to you!" Super-pissed, Cora landed and thrust the broom into Sammy's ample chest.
"Oooof! Uhh…thanks."
"Stupid! They wouldn't know talent if it kicked them in the face!"
"Yeah…except this isn't street Quidditch." Sammy muttered as she headed to the goal.
Sammy did considerably better. She managed to block most of the shots, wasn't distracted by shiny things, and didn't fly into an uncontainable rage.
"You're not too bad, Sammy. I think we'll keep you for reserves." Angelina smiled. "You can be the seconder to Fudgey McMuffin in case he isn't able to play. We learned from all those other years when we didn't have extra players and everyone kept getting hurt. You'll still have to come to all the practices, but you'll only be playing if Fudgey can't."
"Sure. Sounds good!" Sammy smiled, having achieved her goal. ~Damn. That Fudgey must be really good. I thought I was a shoe-in.~