Chapter twenty-three: The Tryout

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My first week back to Hogwarts was a lot of fun. The classes were exciting, except for Lockhart's classes where he only talked about himself and what he had achieved. Lisa and I tried to sneak to the Gryffindor common room, but we got caught one time by Filch. Luckily, we got out of it. We acted like we were sleepwalking, which was one of our best acts in ages in my opinion. Filch didn't fell for it and brought us to Professor Dumbledore. He told Filch that he believed us that we were sleepwalking. Lisa and I were stunned. When Dumbledore sent us back to our dormitory, he said: "When I was around your age, I did the same things you do. I'm not going to punish you two for that, but don't expect me to save you two again, alright? Off to bed."

When we told the Gryffindors the next day, they couldn't believe their eyes.

"He really let you go without a single punishment?" Fred asked.

"We need to start acting like we're sleepwalking from now on!" George said. Hermione was disapproving.

"Dumbledore should have punish them! It's wrong!" she said.

"Thanks, Hermione! Thanks for your support!" Lisa said sarcastically.

"I'm sorry. It's not like I don't want you two around, but I just hate it when people break the rules." Hermione said.

"Then you shouldn't hang out with us." Ron joked.

"Oi! Mila!" someone shouted from behind.

"Hi, Cedric!" I said.

"I heard you're pretty good at quidditch." he said.
From who did he heard that?

"Lisa told me." Cedric said after probably have seen my confused face.

"Oh, it's nothing. Thank me later." Lisa said, fully proud of herself.

"Anyways, the tryouts for the Hufflepuff quidditch team are tomorrow. Maybe you would like to join them?" he asked.

"Yes, of course!" I answered.

"See you tomorrow at the quidditch field at 5 o'clock!" Cedric said and walked away.

"Well, Harry! You will have some serious competition now." Lisa said.

"We're not sure if I even make the team, Lisa." I said.

"Of course you will! Have you seen yourself! You look like your dancing in the air!" Neville suddenly said.

"Thanks!" I responded. Everyone, except for me and Neville, were exchanging looks to each other. Neville apparently noticed it too and looked at his shoes with red cheeks.

"He's right though! You look like a Pixie flying around the room!" Lisa said.

"Thanks?" I said. "Did you just compare me with a Pixie?"

"Accept it, because that's the only compliment you will get this year!" Lisa added while laughing.

The next day was the day of the tryouts. We first had a normal day with classes. I couldn't keep my mind on the lessons. I was constantly thinking about how the tryouts were going to go.

"You will do just fine! Just do what you always do." Lisa said when we walked to the field. "I'm going to sit over there! Good luck!"

"Mila!" someone shouted. I looked around and saw Neville running to me.

"Hey! I- wanted- to- wish- you- luck!" he said out of breath. "Is Lisa already sitting at the stands?" I nodded.

"Okay! I will go sit with her! Good luck!" he said and he hugged me.

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