year 3
Hallies pov.
"don't be nervous" said George. he was walking me to Quidditch try outs. i had felt like vomiting all morning. i didn't eat breakfast because i was way to nervous.
Sage sent me off with a few good words, she had plans with Fred so she left me with George.
"you can't just say that and i'm magically not nervous" i said, holding my broom tightly in my hands, my knuckles turning white, my stomach churning. i felt a bit dizzy, probably from the lack of breakfast.
"i'll be cheering you on" he patted my back, which made me want to vomit a bit more than i already did.
as we walked nearer to the Quidditch pitch my nerves had risen and i swear i was on the verge of a panic attack.
"i can't do this" i retreated. George grabbed ahold of my arm and pulled me to face him.
"you're going to be great. if you get nervous, look at me" he smiled.
"breathe." he said, breathing in, i followed his lead, he breathed out and i breathed out.
"better?"
"a bit" i said, the grip on my broom a lot less tight.
George had gone up to the stands and i had made my way to the Quidditch pitch with the other students trying out.
i had all of my protective gear on. i wasn't risking falling off my broom and not having George to soar and catch me. i still felt a bit embarrassed about that.
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after trying out for the team George tried to cheer me up about how horrible i thought i did.
we went to the library and played a match of Wizards Chess. he snuck some things from the kitchen and we tried our best to hide it.
after chess i read a bit, George keeping me company by doing his homework next to me. we would occasionally share glances at each other, i'd watch him write, he'd watch me read.
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the next day was the results for if i had made the team or not.
i was practically shaking with anxiety all day. biting at my nails and barely paying attention in class.
George and Sage tried their best to console me.
i didn't mind if i hadn't made it on the team or not but i hated the anticipation of waiting.
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as Sage and I left The Great Hall after dinner and headed up to our dorm i had noticed the owl at my window.
i walked over to the window and opened it, the owl flying in and setting itself on the edge of my desk. i carefully untied the scroll from its leg and pulled it open.
"Congratulations, Hallie Gold.
you have been picked to be a seeker for Hogwarts Quidditch, team Hufflepuff.
Practice will be tomorrow after class."
the letter was left unsigned.
i had read over it a millions times before setting it down, i hadn't noticed the owl that was now nibbling at my hand for something in return.
"sorry, i've got nothing" i said. the owl stared at me for a moment then turned around and flew out the window. making all my papers fly up into the air and leave my desk in a mess.
i groaned angrily and shut the window harshly.
Sage came out from the bathroom with a look of worry.
"are you alright?" she asked, her toothbrush hanging out the side of her mouth.
"no. i'm not" i said, setting the paper down, reading it one more time then picking it up and handing to Sage.
she looked at me with concern then read the paper, her mouth falling open. she quickly grabbed her toothbrush before it fell out.
"i knew it!" she said.
"finish cleaning your teeth!" i said as she spit a bit of the toothpaste out.
she quickly scrambled to the bathroom. i heard the sink turn on and i heard her spitting.
she ran out with water still dripping from her chin, she quickly wiped it with the back of her hand.
"oh Hallie you've got to tell George!" she said with excitement. i could feel my stomach dissolving i swear.
i sat down on my bed.
"why did i let him convince me" i said quietly. my fear of heights should have done it.
"bloody hell" Sage said, she walked in front of me, her fists on her hips, the note crushed a bit in one hand.
"you need to stop doubting yourself" she said.
"cheer up" she sat next to me, pulled the parchment and handed it to me.
i read over it again and let out a big sigh.
"you're right. i've got this" i said, trying to convince myself.
i got up, put the letter in my drawer and quickly pulled out a piece of parchment.
i scrambled to write a short and sloppy note and borrowed Sages owl so i could quickly get the letter to George. and surely he wouldn't be sleeping because he stays up all night for all i know. he's probably playing a prank on Filch with Fred or something.
i left the window cracked open as i watched Neptune soar through the sky with the note tied securely to his leg.
i watched until he had disappeared and i sat back down on my bed.
"i can't believe it"
"you know i'll be cheering you on from the stands right?" Sage spoke, i looked over at her.
"probably a bit to loud" i cracked a smiled and she laughed a bit.
"and i also know you'll be gasping about everything" i rolled my eyes playfully and she agreed with me.
we talked for ages about everything. she helped to calm my nerves, she told me about books in the library she had seen which were all about Quidditch that she had seen.
i had gone to bed that night with a better feeling in the pit of my stomach.
even though i had thought and thought about everything that could go wrong i had eventually fallen asleep. and i was ready for my first Quidditch match.
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4/8/2023
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