Sapphire Witch - Under Editing to make it easier to read

New Seeker

That afternoon, outside the castle, the students, Gryffindor and Slytherin, are lined up in two rows with brooms by their sides. The teacher, Madam Hooch, comes down the line. She has short hair and hawk-yellow eyes. Hooch: "Good afternoon, class." Class: "Good afternoon, Madam Hooch." Hooch: "Good afternoon, Amanda, good afternoon. [to the class] Welcome to your first flying lesson. Well, what are you waiting for? Everyone steps up to the left side of their broomstick. Come on now, hurry up. Stick your right hand over the broom and say, up!" Class: "Up!" Y/n's broom flies into her hand before she uttered a word causing Hermione to gasp. Hermione: *Whispering* "You're the Scarlet Witch's daughter." Y/n: "See. I told you you'll figure it out." *Whispering* "Don't tell anyone." After Harry said "Up"! the broom immediately flies into his hand. Harry: [amazed] "Wow." Hermione stares at him as the class continues. Hooch: "I haven't seen someone broom jump in their hand like that in over 50 years." Y/n blushes. Draco: "Up!" The broomstick flies up and Draco smugly grins. Hooch: "With feeling!" Hermione as her broomstick slowly rises. Hermione: "Up. Up. Up. Up." Ron: "Up!!" His broom immediately shot up and whacked him on the nose. Ron: "Ooh! [Harry laughs] Shut up, Harry." Ron then seemingly starts to laugh after he recovered. Y/n is holding Hermione's arm properly. Y/n: "Firmly say up. As if you're commanding someone." Hermione: "Up." Hermione's broom jumps into her hand. Y/n: "See you've got it!" Hermione: "Thank you!" Hooch: "Now, once you've got hold of your broom, I want you to mount it. And grip it tight, you don't want to be sliding off the end. [the class mounts on their broomsticks] When I blow my whistle, I want each of you to kick off from the ground, hard. Keep your broom steady, hover for a moment, and then lean forward slightly and touch back down. On my whistle...3...2..." She blows the whistle. However, Neville's broomstick somehow lifts him off the ground. Neville immediately lifts off. He looks quite frightened. Neville: "Oh..." Hooch: "Mr. Longbottom." Girl: "Neville, what are you doing?" Students: "Neville...Neville..." Boy: "We're not supposed to take off, yet." Hooch: [Neville begins soaring away uncontrollably] "M-M-Mr. Longbottom! Mr. Longbottom!" Neville: "AHH!" Hooch: "Mr. Longbottom!" Neville: "Down! Down! Ahhhh!" Harry: "Neville!" Neville: "Help!!!" He immediately skyrockets towards the sky. Hooch: "Come back down this instant!" Neville: "AHH!" He flies uncontrollably in the air and hits a wall, conking along it and then swooping off. All the while, he is screaming. He begins to zoom back toward the group of students. Hooch quickly holds out her wand to stop him. Neville: "Help!" Hooch: "Mr. Longbottom-!" However, the students quickly stand back as Hooch dives out of the way, allowing Neville to fly right through. Neville goes through the scatter and up a tower. Neville: "Ahhhh! Whoa! Ahhh!" Neville zooms past a statue of a man with a sharp spear. Neville's cloak catches on it. He is flipped off the broom and hangs there. Neville: "Oh. Ah...help!" He wavers, then the cloak rips through the spear, and he falls. But his cloak catches on a torch, making Neville slip off from his cloak a second later and fell to the ground. Neville: "Ahh!" Y/n uses her psionic powers to catch Neville; her eyes were a very dark sapphire color. Her hands were surrounded by a sapphire mist. Y/n: "I've got you, Neville!" Y/n slowly lifts Neville higher into the air, and then gently places him onto his feet. Everyone stares at her. Y/n: "Are you okay?" Neville: "Y-Yeah. Thanks." Hooch: "Everyone out of the way!" She runs through the group, and they scatter. Neville falls onto his knees as he throws up. Girl: "Is he alright?" Hooch is helping Neville up. Neville: "Uggggggghhhhh." Hooch: "Oh, oh, oh, oh dear. It's a just flying sickness. Tch, tch, tch. Good boy, come on now, up you get." Draco reaches down and grabs Neville's Remembrall, which has fallen from him. Hooch begins to lead Neville away with her. Hooch: "Everyone's to keep their feet firmly on the ground while I take Mr. Longbottom to the hospital wing. Understand? If I see a single broom in the air, the one riding it will find themselves out of Hogwarts before they can say, Quidditch." She leaves for the hospital wing. Draco: [snickers] "Did you see his face? Maybe if the fat lump had given this a squeeze, he'd have remembered to fall on his fat arse." Y/n: "And what's your bloody excuse, Malfoy? I bet I can fly faster without a broom than you could with one!" He and his goons laugh; Harry approaches him. Draco: "I don't think you can even fly." Y/n: "Don't test me." Harry: "Give it here, Malfoy." Draco: "No. I think I'll leave it somewhere for Longbottom to find." He hops on his broom and soars around the group, then through. Y/n follows moving a broom underneath her. Draco: "How 'bout up on the roof?" He soars off and hovers several feet above the ground. Draco: "What's the matter, Potters? A bit beyond your reach?" Y/n levitates right across from him. Y/n: "Hand it over, jackass!" (Apparently, school appropriate according to google.) Draco: "H-How are you d-doing this?" Y/n: "One." Finally having enough, Harry gets on his broom, and Hermione stops him. Hermione: "Harry, no way! You heard what Madam Hooch said! Besides, you don't even know how to fly." Harry flies off to face Draco, ignoring her. Hermione: "What an idiot." Harry is now in the air, across from Draco. Harry: "Give it here, Malfoy, or I'll knock you off your broom!" Draco: "Is that so?" Harry makes a dash for him, but Draco twirls around his broom in a 360. Draco: "Have it your way, then!" Y/n chases him her broom flying under her Draco flies off. Harry watching. They fly right past McGonagall's window. Draco hurls the Remembrall into the air, like a baseball. Harry zooms after the ball, speeding towards a tower. Just as he is about to hit a window, from which McGonagall is working, he catches it. McGonagall notices this and looks surprised as Harry begins to fly back down to the grounds. Y/n drops onto the broom next to him. They high-five. The students all cheer as Harry and Y/n land back on the ground at ease. They run to see them. Boy: "Good job, Harry!" Boy 2: "Oh, that was wicked, Harry." McGonagall appears on the grounds. McGonagall: "Harry Potter? Y/n Potter?" Y/n and Harry notice her. Y/n smiles. Y/n: "You were watching Draco and me?" McGonagall gives her a small nod. McGonagall: "Follow me." Y/n and Harry sullenly follow her. Draco and his goons snicker in delight. Y/n turns around walking backward and flips Draco and his goons off causing everyone to laugh. McGonagall and Harry arrive outside Professor Quirrell's classroom. He is inside, teaching, holding an iguana. Quirrell: "An iguana s-such as this is..." Y/n stares at him. Voldemort: It's happening again! Who's trying to read my mind?! Please stop. It's making me uncomfortable. Wait it has to be a legilimens! But who? Snape, Dumbledore, Queenie Goldstein. Salazar Slytherin, me, the Sorting Hat, and Wampas Cats, but none of them are here so it has to be a student! Quirrell: That Potter girl is constantly staring the longer she stares the darker her eyes become. Voldemort: Maybe... McGonagall: "You wait here." Quirrell: "...an essential in-gredient." McGonagall: "Professor Quirrell, excuse me, excuse me. Could I borrow Wood for a moment, please?" Quirrell: "Oh. Y-yes, of course." A boy called Oliver Wood gets up to leave and Quirrell continues. Quirrell: "And the vampire b-bat..." As Wood exits the classroom, an eerie roar is heard. McGonagall: "Potters, this is Oliver Wood. Wood, I have found you a Seeker and Chaser!" Y/n: "I haven't touched a broom yet." McGonagall: "I saw you on one." Y/n: "You saw me landing on one. I was getting tired of levitating." McGonagall: "We're going to have to look into all your gifts besides I saw your broom fly into your hand before you could even speak! You'll be a natural." Y/n, Harry, and Ron are walking through crowded halls. Sir Nicholas and a lady ghost float by. Nick: "Have you heard? Harry Potter's the new Gryffindor Seeker. Y/n Potter is the new Gryffindor Chaser. I always knew they'd do well." Ron: "Chaser? Seeker? But first years never make their house teams! You two must be the youngest Quidditch players in..." Harry: "A century, according to McGonagall." Y/n: "I'm about a month older than Harry." Fred and George approach and walk along with Ron and Harry. Fred: "Hey, well done, Harry, Y/n, Wood's just told us!" Ron: "Fred and George are on the team, too. Beaters."George: "Our job is to make sure that you don't get bloodied up too badly. Can't make any promises, of course. Rough game, Quidditch." Fred: "Brutal. But no one's died in years. Someone will vanish occasionally..." They break off from Harry and Ron, who walk across a courtyard. George: "But they'll turn up in a month or two!" Y/n: "Wanna blow something up?" Fred: "Yes." George: "you're being inducted into our pranking squad." Y/n: "Okay." Ron: "Oh, go on, Harry, Quidditch is great. Best game there is! And you'll be great, too!" Y/n runs after Harry. Hermione, knowing what Harry is talking about, jumps up from her work and comes to join them. Harry: "But I've never even played Quidditch. What if I make a fool of myself?" Hermione: "You two won't make fools of yourselves. It's in your blood." Later, the three approach a trophy case. Hermione points at a plaque of Quidditch players. One lists Harry's father as a Seeker. Ron: "Whoa. Harry, you never told me your father was a Seeker, too." Harry: "I-I didn't know." Y/n is distracted by a poster on the wall with a woman that looks exactly like her grandmother. Y/n: **Muttering* "Natalya Maximoff. World's best Auror and professional Quidditch player. At the age of 14, Natalya Maximoff started playing for the Ballycastle Bats. Going on to win 20 out of the 28 wins for the team as a chaser. Eventually leaving both her position as Chaser and Captain to become an Auror and mother." Harry: "Y/n!" Hermione looks at the poster. Hermione: "That's your grandmother?" Y/n: "Mmm-hmm." 

Natalya Maximoff: (Green eyes depends on where you look)