Harry Potter. OC Insert

True Friends

We now see TJ, Harry, and Oliver walking out into a courtyard with a heavy trunk, and a small bats.

Oliver:
Quidditch is easy enough to understand. Each time has seven players, 3 chasers, that's you Harper, 2 beaters, 1 keeper and a seeker. That's you. There are three kinds of balls. [He picks up a red one, and tossed it to TJ, as explained the game] This one's called the Quaffle. Now, the chasers handle the Quaffle and try to put it through one of those three hoops.

He points to the hoops in the Quidditch pitch in the distance.

Oliver:
Your job Harper, is to score as much as you can. The keeper, that's me, defends the hoops. With me so far?

Harry:
I think so.

TJ:
Got it.

He said as he tossed the ball back to Oliver.

Harry:
What are those?

An:(I swear to God I don't want a "what are those?" trend in my comments. I hate that trend with a firery passion! DON'T. DO. IT!).

TJ:
Uh...

Oliver hands Harry one of the bat. TJ was standing there wandering why didn't they bring the other bat.

Oliver:
You better take this.

Oliver bends down and releases one ball. With an angry growl, it flies off into the air. The three boys watch it.

Oliver:
Careful now, it's comin' back.

The ball comes whizzing down, and Harry cracks at it with the bat. The ball soars off through a statue, surprisingly without damaging it.

Oliver:
Eh, not bad, Potter, you'd make a fair beater...

The ball then came screaming back towards Oliver, and TJ.

Oliver
Uh-oh.

The ball zooms down, and hits TJ in the chest sending him backwards as he grabs it, wriggling around to get it back in the box with Oliver helping him. He then was able to put it back, and was now out of breath.

Harry:
What was that?!

TJ:
Something you pray doesn't hit you in the head while you're flying in the air. My dad, and my mom both got clocked by one. Not. Fun!

Oliver:
Yeah they're called Bludgers. Nasty little buggers. But you are the seeker, and the only thing I want you to worry about is this... the Golden Snitch.

He hands Harry a walnut sized golden ball.

Harry:
I like this ball.

Oliver:
Ah, you like it now. Just wait. It's wicked fast and damn near impossible to see.

Harry:
What do I do with it?

Oliver:
You catch it... before the other team's seeker. You catch this, the game is over. You catch this, Potter, and we win.

The ball flutters out two delicate wings and jumps into the air. Harry keeps an eye on it.

Harry:
Whoa.

In Professor Flitwick's class. Filtwick is very short, and is standing on a bunch of books to make up for his stature and to see his class, and for them to see him clearly.

Flitwick:
One of a wizard's most rudimentary skills is levitation the ability to make objects fly. Uh, do you all have your feathers?

Hermione raises hers. The order from left to right was Izzy, Harry, Seamus, Ron, Hermione, and TJ.