selenophile || remus lupin

chapter nine

"Why not?" Ophelia asked. "You're such a good flyer! You'd be a great addition to the team!"

"I don't know, Phee. There are so many people who are going to be trying out, I don't think i'm better than all of them," said Marlene.

"Come on! You have to at least try!"

"Maybe,"

"Ok, how about this? Why don't we go and fly around the pitch together? Maybe you'll feel better about your skills after being back on a broom and flying around an actual pitch."

"Fine," Marlene groaned.

Ophelia grabbed Marlene's hand and started dragging her out of the portrait hole. Marlene protested in confusion.

"Right now??"

"Yes right now! Now hurry up, we don't want to be seen out of bed after curfew!"

"Phee-"

The two girls quickly and silently creeped through the corridors and through the great entrance doors until they were outside.

Ophelia was immediately hit with a cool breeze on her face and a smell of amber. She smiled.

The two walked down to the quidditch pitch and grabbed a couple of extra brooms out of the broom cupboard.

With slight wind blowing into her face, she mounted the broom and pushed off, Marlene following her actions.

Adrenaline rushed through her veins, as this was the first time she'd been on a broom since last school year. She looked up into the sky, soaking up the moonlight and running a hand through her hair.

Grinning at Marlene, she sped off and circled around the pitch and back to her friend. Marlene had gotten out a quaffle to play with and threw it to Ophelia, who caught it easily.

The two spent about half an hour speeding around down the pitch, throwing the quaffle back and forth to each other and working on some different techniques and moves.

Ophelia was quite impressed. She knew Marlene was an excellent flyer, but she didn't realize that she was an amazing quidditch player too. This gave her a lot more confidence that she would do well during the tryouts - that is, if Marlene actually agrees to go to tryouts.

"How the hell are you so good at this??" asked Ophelia, trying to encourage her as best as she could.

Marlene could only smile sheepishly, embarrassed by the comment, but very proud of herself nonetheless.

"Ok, I have an idea," started Ophelia. "What if I play as the keeper for a little bit and you try to get the quaffle into the hoops?"

"Sounds good to me!" said Marlene, who was much more cheerful by now.

"I will warn you, I'm not a great keeper, I'm no James, so during actual tryouts it'll probably be much harder than now."

"That's ok! I'm not worried about myself, James is no match for me!"

Ophelia laughed before speeding over to the three goal posts, towering over the pitch. She hovered about ten feet in front of all of them, not knowing which one Marlene was going to aim for.

Marlene, who was in the middle of the pitch, started flying towards Ophelia, wind pushing her hair back like a lion.

In Ophelia's opinion, she wasn't the best keeper, but she definitely wasn't bad. That's how she knew that Marlene was a perfect fit for the team, as she got almost every goal in.

Marlene tried different moves and techniques, most earning her another point, that is if she was in a game. On the last quaffle of the night, Marlene made a lap around the pitch and circled back to Ophelia. Quaffle in her hand, she aimed for the goal on the far right. Ophelia darted in front of that goalpost, but Marlene had thrown the quaffle into the middle hoop, making yet another goal.