Lucille Rose Potter

Chapter 67

"Weather is disgusting," Ginny complained as they waited amongst the extensive crowd.

"Yeah," Lucy agreed, pulling her hood over her curls, which had turned to frizz in the rain and humidity.

"Half of Gryffindor is here," Ginny groaned, "this is going to take all day."

"Is that..." Lucy squinted, "that's Penny Hape, she's a Hufflepuff!"

"Pathetic," Ginny scoffed.

"Hey!" Harry yelled, trying to call attention to himself.

The crowd kept talking, ignoring the sixth year Gryffindor.

"If everyone can listen to me, please?"

"Hey!" Lucy hollered, standing up on the sideline bench.

"Shut it!" Ginny climbed up next to Lucy.

The crowd obeyed and their focus was centered on the two redheads.

"Listen," Lucy started, "I don't want this to be here for hours, so if you're not serious about trying out or if your not even a Gryffindor," she glared at a group of young Ravenclaws, "clear out!"

There was some scattered mumbling and several groups of girls ran off the pitch to join the growing crowd, giggling through their hands.

Harry shot his sister a thankful look.

"Alright, then," Harry called as Lucy and Ginny climbed down, "to start, let's split into groups of ten and take a couple laps around the pitch."

This quickly proved to be a good idea, half of the groups didn't even make it past the lap, making the amount of people left much more manageable.

"Anyone who's trying out to be a chaser, to the center!" Harry told the remaining players, "everyone else, stand on the sidelines, beaters, you'll be next, keepers last."

"Wish me luck," Ginny clutched her broom with a grin.

"You don't need it," Lucy pulled her into a hug, "go kick some ass."

She ran to the center of the pitch, giving Lucy a thumbs up as she went.

"Nervous, Evans?" Jack Sloper swung his arm around her shoulders.

"Piss off, Sloper," Lucy rolled her eyes.

"I'm not," he answered his own question, unfazed, "I've been training all summer, my spot is practically reserved."

"Yeah, right," Lucy scoffed, ducking out from under his arm, "good luck with that," she patted his shoulder, "I'll see you in the air."

She walked away to get a better view of the chasers doing their trial in the air.

"Blimey, Ginny's doing great," Ron pointed as his younger sister scored another goal, "that brings her to what...seven in the last ten minutes?"

"She's good," Lucy agreed.

"Not just good!" Ron exclaimed, "bloody brilliant!"

Lucy laughed, watching the lanky boy nervously bounce on the balls of his feet, "you doing alright there, Ron?"

Ron bit his lip, "that obvious?"

"Just a little," Lucy snorted, "don't worry, you'll be great."

"Thanks, Luce," Ron smiled awkwardly.

"No problem, Ronniekins."

He glared at her, "I'm hate my siblings."

"No you don't," Lucy pinched his cheek, "watch your sister, she just scored three more points."