Harry and hazel potter(potter twins)

Quidditch and charms

The next couple of days went as normal until it was time to see about what Quidditch was all about. Hazel, Harry and Oliver could now be seen walking into the empty Quidditch arena, both holding one side of a large, burgundy metal trunk.

"Quidditch is easy enough to understand. Each team has seven players – three chasers that's you Harry, two beaters, one keeper and one seeker. Seeker, that's you hazel."

They then placed the trunk on the ground, Wood went and opened it revealing three round balls.

Hazels eyes widened staring at them, balls that needed to be chained down, as they struggled to get out.

"There are three kinds of balls. This one is called the Quaffle." Wood said as he held up a big red ball in the middle.

Many students nodded alongside Wood as he explained what everything was, and what it could do.

Wood then throws the ball at Harry who catches it quite easily. "Now, the chasers handle the Quaffle trying to get it into one of those hoops." He told him and pointed to three large goal posts in the fields. "The keeper. That's me, defends the hoops. With me so far?" he asked them.

Hazel nodded and looked down at the other balls with scrunched eyebrows in the question of them. "What  those?" she questioned, as Wood placed the Quaffle down again, and handed Harry a wooden bat.

"Better take this." Wood said, and gently put a finger on the lock of one of the moving balls, then unlocked it. It suddenly flew out straight up into the air.

"Careful now, it's coming back." Wood warned him, and Harry with a bat in his hand swung it at the ball making it go right back into the air towards the statue holding two swords up in the air.

"Nice!" Sirius told her with a small smile.

"Thanks!" Harry said with a smile, feeling excited because he knew Sirius was a great beater.

Oliver Wood nodded his head approvingly, "not bad, potter! You'd make a fair beater."

Harry  smiled when the ball came hurdling back towards them.

"Uh-oh." Wood muttered, before he caught the ball in his arms, and fell to the ground struggling to put the ball back in place. After a few seconds of wrestling with the ball, he finally managed to lock it up, and with that done Harry handed him the bat back.

"What's that?" Hazel asked, smiling slightly at what had happened.

"That was a bludger. Nasty little buggers." Wood told her with a smile, before pointing at her, "but you hazel, you're a seeker." He said and opened a small compartment that hid a small golden ball, which he took out and held in his hand. "This is the only thing I want you to worry about. It's the golden snitch." Handing it to her, who looked at it with fascination.

"It's pretty ball, like it," Hazel whispered with a smile.

"You like it now. Just wait. It's wickedly fast, and damn near impossible to see." Oliver told her, as the snitch opened in her palm.

"What do with it?" Hazel asked him, and she could not help but blush as he gave her a smile.

"You catch it. Before the other team's seeker. You catch it, and the game is over."

The small ball began to flip its wings, very fast, and a buzzing noise was erupting from it.

"You catch this Potter, and we win," Oliver said excitedly, as the snitch took off from her hand, flying into the air. Hazel followed it with her eyes, as it went back and forth in the air.