"Who the bloody hell are you?!"
"The gingerbread man!"
"Oh we're screwed"
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[Book 1]
Mya Halliwell and Lea Scott were always diehard Harry Potter fans. They use to say up late on weekends binge watching the whol...
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Mya and Hermione moved through the rows in the stands before taking their seats.
"Could have warned me how cold it would be," Mya tucked her hands under her armpits.
"We're in Scotland," Hermione gave her a look. "And I told you to bring mittens."
"Mittens are for the weak," Mya declared. "But this strong independent woman would like some if you have an extra pair on you."
Hermione rolled her eyes before digging into her bag and pulling out another pair of mittens. Mya quickly took them as she slipped them onto her hands. Feeling nice and warm now.
The Gryffindors that were trying out walked onto the pitch, looking anxious as they approached Harry.
"Ron's going to make it," Hermione said more to herself than to Mya. "I know he is."
"You see Cormac though," Mya pointed to the very handsome, one brain cell man. "I heard he really wants the spot this year. And if he out does Ron, Harry will have no choice but to put him on the team."
Hermione bit her bottom lip. "He's going to make it."
After Harry had weaved out the first years, and a couple of students who apparently didn't know what house they were in, the real tryouts began.
Ginny was a sure win for Chaser. She had played as Seeker last year and helped win the quidditch cup when Harry was booted off the team. So, she was a sure win to get on the team as well.
Much like Katie Bell, who had been on the team since her second year. She was a really good player, very fast, and very sneaky when it came to getting the quaffle.
The people trying out for the beater's potions were okay. None of them could hold a candle to Fred and George.
It was really just down to Cormac and Ron to see who would get to be the Keeper. They were neck and neck right now, each of them having blocked three goals, and missed four.
Ginny took the quaffle in her arm as she raced down the pitch towards Cormac, he was going to block it, there was no way he wouldn't.
Hermione raised her hand over her mouth. "Confundus."
Mya watched as Cormacs broom jumped out of the way of the oncoming quaffle. She pursed her lips, raised a brow, and looked over at Hermione.
Hermione's cheeks flushed as she pretended to cough. "I had something stuck in my throat."
"Oh, I'm sure you did," Mya nodded her head. "Yeah, we all get spells stuck in our throats sometimes."
"Shut up," Hermione said, unable to look Mya in the eyes.
They both looked over to see Katie running the quaffle towards Ron. This shot would determine if he was going to make it on the team or not.
Ron's body slipped a bit on the broom. He ended up falling under it, holding on like a sloth would to a tree. The quaffle bit against his head, shocking, he had managed to block it.
