The next week went smoothly compared to the first few days. The only interesting thing was quidditch try outs, and that was certainly eventful.
Mia was one of the only girls there, and besides Draco, she didn't really know anyone else. The blonde went first, for seeker again. Admittedly, he probably wouldn't have gotten on the team last year if he hadn't bribed them all with brooms. But now, he'd really improved over the summer. So it was no surprise when he beat the other two trying out and got the place.
"Well done Blondie" The raven haired girl congratulated, though earned a scowl for the nickname.
"Shut it. When you get hit in the head with a bludger, I'm not catching you." Ignoring him, Mia waited for her name to be called. Five other people were trying out for beaters in total, and the third year was definitely the smallest. Why on earth she had her heart set on beater was anyone's guess. If anything, seeker would've been better. But that would just be too easy.
Luckily, all but two other people trying out were terrible, which left the little raven-haired girl, and two tall, bulky, 6th year boys. Ok, maybe that wasn't so lucky. Picking up her broom, and trying to steady her nerves, Mia began to walk over to Jacob- the menacing looking captain. Draco didn't offer any words of encouragement, and as she grabbed a bat and took off, the older teen stood watching.
"Alright," Jacob said, once the three competitors were hovering in the air. "First one to knock the other two off gets through. Then the other two repeat. Simple. Got it?" Simple? Relatively. Barbaric? Certainly. They were Slytherin's though.
All three nodded, which was enough for a grinning captain to open the case, and release two angry looking bludgers. Oh joy. Mia had practiced relentlessly the past few weeks, getting anyone and everyone to throw balls at her whilst she hit them with the beater bat. It was hard work, especially when it had been Crabbe or Goyle throwing the balls. They may have been idiots, but they were strong idiots. Luckily, both balls went speeding towards the darker haired 6th year, who only managed to hit one before the other pounded into his stomach. He went flying backwards with the force of it, though Mia wasn't able to see what happened next, as the one he'd hit had been in her direction. This was it, time to prove her worth. Gripping the bat tighter she waited until the last possible second, swinging with as much force as possible to send it straight back at the dark haired Slytherin. He'd recovered somehow from the first blow, but this time didn't stand a chance, getting knocked off sideways and flailing to the ground. Mia watched him fall, landing ungracefully with a very rude word aimed at her. She might have felt bad for him if he hadn't felt the need to insult her. If anything it just made her want to laugh at him, which turned out not to be the best idea. He was getting up and brushing himself down for possible injuries- he'd been closest to the ground, at least 20ft lower than Mia and the other Slytherin trying out so seemed to be fine. But a fall from the height the other two were at, now that wouldn't be good. Because she'd been looking down at her fallen comrade she hadn't noticed the other Slytherin zooming after the nearest bludger and hitting it in her direction. Mia turned in time to see it, inches from her face and quickly pulled her broom up to avoid getting a broken nose. In hindsight she really should have pushed the broom down into a nose dive, then the bludger would have missed and gone over her head. Instead it hit her squarely in the shoulder- still better than the face and sent her over the broom, hurtling towards the ground. In the back of her mind she was vaguely aware of someone shouting her name. Well, this really wasn't going well. She was going to die from quidditch try outs. What a thing to be remembered for! And to top it all off, a very girly scream was coming from her lips. It died in her throat though, when impact didn't come.
Opening her eyes, the third year sucked in a breath. She was floating about an inch off the ground. Ok, what the hell had happened? Last time she checked it wasn't possible to fly, or float for that matter. Frowning, Mia looked sideways and realised what had happened. Draco was stood at the front of the crowd of Slytherin's, his arm outstretched, and wand pointing towards her. Relief flooded his features, quickly dispersing to a raised eyebrow and a slight picture of boredom.
"I thought you said you wouldn't catch me?" Mia questioned, grinning before the spell wore off and she hit the floor. Although the 1ft drop was much more favourable than what it could have been. The blonde merely rolled his eyes and lowered his wand, not bothering to reply. Shrugging at him Mia stood up rolling her shoulders and picked up her broom- which miraculously wasn't broken, getting back on. "Thanks".
The second half went fairly easier after that. Dark haired boy wasn't as steady as he'd hit his head and went hurtling towards the floor as he tried to duck from an oncoming bludger. Either way, the third year got the position as beater along with light haired 6th year that she didn't know the name of still. All in all, it went pretty well.
A/N: Alright so I rewrote this... Still not certain about it but it's better than it was.