A KEEPER OF MY OWN

Quidditch

MICHELLE'S POV

I had just mounted my broom and pushed up off the ground, as the familiar feeling of soaring through the air took over my senses. I loved playing quidditch, and the feelings it has given me were unmatched. Oliver and Angelina had talked to me several times about writing to the Harpies' scouts, because I could totally make a career out of it but I couldn't bring myself to follow through. I feel as though if I were to play professionally, I would always be compared to my brother and I don't necessarily want to spend my life that way. Besides, if Oliver and I get married, there would be no time for both of us to be professional quidditch players. I know he has a shot playing for the Scottish national team. As a matter of fact, I saw their scouts in the stands just to my left. 

Both my team and Slytherin's team were in formation to start the game, and of course Samantha was placed right across from me. I had no doubt in my mind that she would be on my side the whole game, but luckily Oliver came up with the best play to shake her. 

The quaffle was released and I immediately took possession, weaving in and out of Slytherin Chasers on my way towards the goal posts. Just as we predicted, Samantha was headed straight for me, arms outstretched to snatch the quaffle. Just like Oliver and I had practiced, I dove right under her and looped around the top, completely stunning her and making her soar to the other side of the pitch. I could hear her stream of curse words coming from her mouth, and couldn't help but chuckle. I then threw the quaffle just past the keeper, for the first ten points of the game.

I did a victory lap on the field, and ended up just by Oliver, who gave me a fist-bump. "You reckon the scouts are paying attention now?" I just rolled my eyes and laughed at him. Now, with Slytherin in possession of the quaffle, it was my turn to play defense.

Samantha was ruthless as she raced across the field, no doubt looking for payback. For our next play, I needed to look like I dove away from a bludger, so Fred was going to hit it right toward me to make Samantha think she was in the clear. She goes straight for me, and the bludger comes rushing in my direction. I dive swiftly to the ground as I hear Samantha laugh and go in for the shot, Oliver nowhere to be seen. Suddenly, he rushes to the third goalpost and hits the quaffle with the end of his broom straight down to me, and with all of Slytherin's chasers distracted, I reach the other end and completely stun their keeper, scoring another ten points. 

Just after our second play, Oliver and I see Harry diving swiftly for the snitch, and catches it in hand with ease. We beat Slytherin! We actually did it! Oliver and I get to the ground and run to each other's arms, as he picks me up and spins me around. " You were bloody brilliant, love! Absolutely brilliant!" 

After we all were done celebrating our win, none other than Samantha comes stomping up towards me. She opens her mouth and says " You watch your back, Smith. I'll get you. You're just lucky that your brother isn't here to show you up with his REAL talent. You're nothing but a Brandon wanna-be, pathetic." I just snort and holler after her as she walks away, " You're just jealous I have more brains than you." 

After that altercation, we all headed to the locker room, and I am not surprised to see the Scottish National scouts asking to see Oliver. I kiss him goodbye and whisper good luck, and turn to head into the locker room. Just as I do so, I hear an authoritative sounding female voice say "Michelle Smith?" I turn around to see who it was, and find none other than the Head coach of the Harpies standing there, beckoning me over to her to come chat.