Harry Potter Characters X Reader

42: Professional

TW: None Rating: Puns can be sexy?

"Wood," Professor McGonagall called shortly, poking her head in the train compartment.

Wood looked up to see McGonagall had already ducked back out. He looked to his quidditch magazine. The page he had just turned revealed a picture of a very young chaser in Harpies' robes holding a quaffle and a Firebolt. Her eyes were piercing and incredibly fierce. On the page next to her was an article of her first professional match. She had been a reserve player since the day she turned seventeen, and in the last Harpies' match of the season, she was thrown onto the pitch. And she was good, damn good.

No, he can read all about the chaser later. Now, he needs to speak to Professor McGonagall. He nodded to Percy and Penelope before joining McGonagall.

"We're winning the Quidditch Cup this year," she stated. "And we may have found a literal weapon. Or the cause of our defeat." Her expression was dark and serious. "Chase, the youngest professional Quidditch player in the world."

"Chase?" he repeated, stunned.

"Haven't you read the articles about her?"

"I just was. What...?"

"The Chudley Cannons are interested in her," Professor McGonagall explained.

"They want...a seventeen year old?" Wood asked.

"For their reserve. And, of course, she has the advantage of being the daughter of a beater and seeker."

He nodded. "She..." He trailed off, thinking better of expressing doubt in himself in front of Professor McGonagall.

"She's what all young Quidditch players want to be," she finished.

He looked to the floor.

"This could be great for you regardless of what house she is. If you can save her shots...you're guaranteed to have teams fighting for you."

"What if...what if I pale in comparison to a reserve pro?"

"Then she's amazing, and you're still great." He sighed as McGonagall led him along. "And now you're going to meet her."

"What?"

"All four head of houses and the captains," she explained.

And they entered a compartment that made Wood almost faint. She sat there in perfectly-tailored black slacks and a Beauxbatons t-shirt that flaunted her arms. Her biceps were almost as muscular as his. She was...

"Finally," Professor Snape muttered.

Chase only cut Snape a quick glance before looking back to her hands.

"Miss Chase," McGonagall addressed.

She looked up and nodded in recognition.

"As you know, I am Professor McGonagall, head of Gryffindor House. This is my captain, Oliver Wood."

Her eyes, just as fierce as in her photos, pierced him. It was as if she saw him as potential statistics as much as a person. She was silent as her eyes examined every square centimeter of him. He couldn't force a word from his own mouth.

"And I will pass along to the other heads."

"My name is Professor Sprout, head of Hufflepuff House. This is my new captain, Cedric Diggory."

She did the exact same thing to Diggory, nothing about her pointing to recognizing how incredibly attractive the damn Golden Boy was.

"I'm Professor Snape, head of Slytherin. My captain is Marcus Flint."