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Sorry for the irregular update schedule! But I gave you 2 chapters 2 days ago… so it's even, right?
Jack and The Doctor were already talking with heads together when Martha entered the Great Hall for breakfast. She walked over to where they were sitting, curious. "So, what's going on?" she asked. The Doctor looked up and raised his eyebrows. "Check your schedule." he said simply. She checked it.
"Holy sh-flying lessons with Slytherin?" she gasped. "But-that's when-" "I know, right?" Jack was practically bouncing in his chair, eyes bright. "The Doctor was telling me I might not get spotted by McGonagall, but even so! I'm going to save-are you certain Neville will have to be saved, Doctor?" The Doctor sighed. "He would have burned Seamus's cauldron without help, remember?" Martha suddenly burst out, "We're going to fly! On broomsticks!" Jack and The Doctor looked at her curiously, then grinned at each other. "Somehow I think Hermione will be an avid participant in flying lessons." Jack said as he winked at The Doctor. The Doctor, meanwhile, genuinely looked thoughtful. "You know, I bet it will be easier than flying the TARDIS-you don't need six people to do it right, after all." Jack sighed. "Let's just hope the broomstick driving test doesn't end up the same way as the TARDIS one did." "Oi!" The Doctor cried indignantly. "I passed the fourth time… sort of!" Martha looked at Jack, and they both burst into laughter. "Please tell me you got at least one proper pass on the driving test for that thing!" Martha cried. The Doctor muttered something that sounded like no. "No wonder he always ends up in the wrong century." murmured Martha to Jack.
Then they burst out laughing again.
On their way to the flying pitch, 'Harry' could be heard exclaiming to 'Ron' excitedly that they were going to fly on actual broomsticks. 'Ron' was telling his friend how it wasn't a big deal in the 'wizard-y world', and 'Hermione' was muttering fiercely to herself things from books. "Good work staying in character," The Doctor muttered. Martha was likewise quiet. "I'm not-I'm a bit worried, really. Remember the fall in Prisoner of Azkaban?" Everyone shuddered. "Mate," The Doctor said to Jack seriously, "Keep a hold on your broom. I don't want to have to explain to hysterical 11 year olds why Harry Potter won't stay dead and/or that they are fiction." Martha sniggered quietly, and that made Jack and The Doctor laugh full-heartedly.
When they arrived on the Quidditch pitch, Madame Hooch told them to say "Up!" in a firm voice, etc. etc.. Jack said "Up!" excitedly; the broom leapt into his hand. The Doctor, next to him, was of course already telepathically speaking with his broom while holding it with a slightly dazed look. Martha had her broom in her hand as well, though she looked excited rather than barely lucid like The Doctor.
After sniggering as Draco Malfoy's ego deflated ("You've been doing it wrong for years, Malfoy!") they got onto their brooms, and Madame Hooch said, "I will count to 3, then blow the whistle, then you will push off the ground. "And 3, 2, 1, pow" muttered Jack to himself as he watched Neville shoot off early. Everyone was so busy shrieking that no one noticed The Doctor subtly cast a Bouncing Charm on the tree Neville was about to hit. Sure enough, Neville bounced off the tree and landed on the ground, mostly unharmed. He had a pretty bad bloody nose, though, so Madame Hooch left the class to bring him to the Hospital Wing, informing the class that "No horseplay is to go on!" Sure enough, soon Draco Malfoy was loudly exclaiming how it was a bad thing poor stupid Neville lost his Remembrall, holding it up to the light. That really did make Jack angry, and he stepped forwards. "Give it here Malfoy, it's not yours." he said quietly. "Oh yeah?" sneered Draco. "Then come and get it." He shot off on his broom, and some Slytherins whooped loudly. Jack took a deep breath, and kicked off with his broom.
Jack hadn't realized exactly how difficult a broom was to steer. It was vaguely like holding onto the TARDIS while it was flying through the Vortex, but he didn't die in the middle. That's an improvement, at leas-Shit, he thought as he narrowly avoided hitting a tree. He turned his broom towards Malfoy and concentrated all his Potter-ness on the broom. Shit tree no no NO GO RIGHT RIGHT RIGHT damn broom lists to the left MALFOY!
He caught the Remembrall that Malfoy dropped, and glided to a stop on the ground. Everyone was cheering, and the thrill of flying was still in his blood. "Aaand 3, 2, 1," "POTTER!" "Cue angry Professor Kitty." he muttered. He was really only half listening as Professor McGonagall ranted at him for a while, instead still feeling the sense of flying. It was amazing, like using a Vortex Manipulator while drunk on Pan-Galactic Gargle Blasters. He was snapped out of his thoughts by hearing Professor Kitty say, "Lemon drops!" to a gargoyle statue, which jumped aside. Aren't I supposed to go to Wood? Oh… I must be in trouble. Eh, oh well. Then the statue talked to Jack. "Hey, you're friends with that ginger Doctor dude, right?" it asked cheerily. "Will ya tell him I said hi?" "No problem," he assured the statue. The Professor had already gone up the stairs, thus missing this exchange. Jack ran to follow her, and as a result barreled into the headmaster's study and promptly knocked over the Sorting Hat. "Get away from me, pervert" it grumbled. Jack smiled charmingly at it before realizing it wasn't supposed to be on the floor…
…He looked up. Headmaster Dumbledore was sitting there with his half-moon spectacles, raising his eyebrows as McGonagall told a boy solemly, "I've found you a seeker, Oliver." She then turned to Jack and said, "Harry, this is Oliver Wood. Oliver, this is Harry Potter, your new Seeker."
All Harry could think on his way back to the common room was, Holy crap, I'm a Seeker for the Gryffindor Quidditch team.
…Martha's going to be jealous.
Am I really the only one who thinks a crappy school broom should fly a bit more… crappily, especially on one's first go-around? Oh, and yes, I did a Hitchiker's Guide to the Galaxy reference. Problem?
Anyways, semi-important: Not sure I am going to keep up the updating-every-day schedule. Really I'll try, but please forgive me if my updates are totally irregular.