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Me and Harry were being led by Oliver towards the field where our flying lessons were held. He and Harry lugged a large box towards the field while I just followed behind. I asked if they wanted help but they declined.
"Quidditch is easy enough to understand, each team has seven players; three chasers, one of them is you." He says to me in a thick Scottish accent,
"two beaters, one keeper and the seeker, and that's you." He says to Harry. They both placed the large box down. Oliver kneeled down in front of it to open it, revealing three balls placed inside.
"There are three kinds of balls," He throws the quaffle towards me. "This one is called the quaffle. That's your ball. Now the chasers handle the quaffle and try to put it through one of those three hoops." He says pointing to the quidditch pitch from afar.
"The keeper, that's me" He points to himself. "Defends the hoops, with me so far?"
Me and Harry nod while I throw the quaffle back at Oliver. It isn't the first time we've heard about Quidditch. Because dad loved quidditch so much, he would sometimes take me and Harry to watch a few quidditch games whenever he could.
"Okay so these two other one's here are the bludgers. I suggest you two take one of these." He says as he hands me and Harry a bat. He knelt down and unlocked the chains that kept the ball in place and the ball immediately flew up only to start coming down again.
"Careful now, it's coming back." Oliver said as he took a few steps back.
Harry took a swing at it and it immediately went flying another direction going through a nearby statue.
"Not bad Carrington." Oliver said, impressed by Harry's form. "You'd make a fair beater...uh oh."
I looked back to see the bludger started coming towards us. It flew directly into Oliver's arms causing him to fall to the ground. He struggled to get the ball back inside the box but he did it.
"The beaters defend their teammates from these bludgers and swing them towards the opposite team's players. Now you're no beater, you're a seeker." He opened the crest on the box revealing the golden snitch.
"The only thing I want you to worry about is this." He said as he handed the Golden snitch to Harry.
"I like this ball." Harry said as he admired the snitch.
"Of course you do, it's shiny and gold. Who wouldn't like it." I said as I admired the snitch too.
"Ah you like it now, just wait. It's wicked fast and damn near impossible to see." Oliver replied as the snitch began to start flying up.
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I was now in Charm's class sitting next to Hermione with Ron to her right and Harry next to him.
"One of a wizard's most rudimentary skills is levitation or the ability to make objects fly." He faced the class. "Do you have your feathers?" He asked
Hermione lifted hers while Ron was simply resting his head on his hands on top of his books.
"Now, don't forget the nice wrist movement we've been practicing. The swish and flick," He said as he waved his hand in that motion. "Everyone."
We all grabbed our wands and proceeded to wave our wands in a similar motion. "The swish and flick, good. Oh and enunciate. Wingardium Leviosa, off you go then"
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Serendipity | Fred Weasley X Reader
Fanfic"I got it, it's Serendipity." "Serendipity? I didn't even know you knew that word." "Hey! I know lots of things." "Like what?" "Like the fact that you love me." Y/n Carrington starts her first year at Hogwarts with her brother Harry. Both unaware of...