I thought I knew my ending - Year 1 and 2

Chapter 12 - Quidditch

The week was quickly coming to an end and I still hadn't told Professor Peterson that I wanted to get tutoring from him. Severus and Evelyne had stoked me several times to ask him, but I always found a reason not to go to him until the next day.

As we sat at breakfast on Friday morning, Severus suddenly stood up.

"If you won't tell him, I will," he said and walked towards the teachers' table. Evelyne looked grinning from me to Severus.

"You are so bland," I said as I also stood up and tried to beat him to it.

"And you are easily persuaded." I stuck out my tongue. Severus chuckled and sat back down. I walked towards the teachers' table. My heart was pounding in my chest.

Professor McGonagall glanced at me with raised eyebrows.

"Is there anything we can do for you, Miss Evans?" she asked, her fork with scrambled eggs halfway between her plate and mouth.

"I um, would like to speak to Professor Peterson, if it's possible," I said, rocking to my feet. Peterson held a cheerful conversation with Hagrid and didn't realise I was standing at the table.

"Dean," said Professor McGonagall, but Professor Peterson did not look up. "DEAN!"

"Huhh, what?" he asked, a smile on his face as he shook Hagrid's hand. "Poker with you tomorrow night then?" "Agreed!" roared Hagrid. Some teachers looked up startled from their Morning Prophet.

"Ahh, Miss Evans," said Professor Peterson, still addressing me with a big smile. "What can I do for you?"

I was aware of the curious looks I was getting from the other teachers.

"I um, would like to agree to your proposition, professor." Peterson nodded slowly and then a big grin appeared on his face. "Great, very great! Very nice to hear. How about holding our first lesson next week, Thursday evening? At eight o'clock in my office? That will give me enough time to prepare it. Unless..." he said looking at Professor Slughorn, "there are no try-outs for new Quidditch players on the Slytherin team, are there?" Profossor Slughorn almost choked on his pumpkin juice as he was not used to people talking to him so early in the morning.

"No, those are held on Monday nights. Besides," he said, smiling at me, "I don't think Miss Evans is interested in Quidditch? I've never seen you on a broom, have I?" I grinned at my favourite professor.

"No, professor, just give me a potions lesson instead." Slughorn slammed his fist on the table and gave me a beaming mile. "That's what I like to hear from my students!" I turned back to Professor Peterson: "I'll be there, professor. See you then!" Peterson raised his pumpkin juice in the air as a sign of confirmation and I turned to sit back down at the Slytherin table. When passing by the Gyffindors, I heard James telling his friends, "You see, what a teacher's pet. She is the worst." I rolled my eyes. As if I cared what he thought of me. But then I noticed something else. Was I imagining it or did I see Sirius Black rolling his eyes at his friend?

Evelyne insisted that we had to watch the try-outs of the Slytherin Quidditch team on Monday evening. She managed to persuade Severus and me to go along on the condition that we were allowed to do our Transfiguration homework in the meantime.

"You are such huge nerds," she sighed as Severus and I stuffed our books into our bags on the way to the Quidditch field.

"Since when are you so interested in Quidditch?" asked Severus. Evelyne blushed and refused to answer him.

We sat down at the top of the Slytherin stand. The team was already on the field ready to meet the potential new recruits. Lucius Malfoy was captain of the team and whistled as a sign that the try-outs were starting.