Facts and Feathers
[Outside in the courtyard, day time. Oliver and Harry appear, carrying a trunk. They put it down.]
"Yay! You've started training." James squeaked.
"Control yourself you big baby." Lily said to her future husband.
"you are a big baby." Sirius stuck his tongue out at James.
Oliver: Quidditch is easy enough to understand. Each time has seven players, 3 chasers, 2 beaters, 1 keeper and a seeker. That's you. There are three kinds of balls. [picks up a red one] This one's called the Quaffle. Now, the chasers handle the Quaffle and try to put it through one of those three hoops. [Points to the hoops in the Quidditch pitch in the distance.] The keeper, that's me, defends the hoops. [throws ball to Harry.] With me so far?
"It's too much to remember at once." Said Lily.
"It is not." James protested.
"For that I'm agreeing with James, Lily." Sirius said.
Harry: [throws back] I think so. What are those? [points to two squirming chained down balls.]
Oliver: You better take this. [hands Harry a small bat. He bends down and releases one ball. With an angry growl, it flies off into the air. The two boys watch it.] Careful now, it's comin' back. [The balls comes whizzing down, and Harry cracks at it with the bat. The ball soars off through a statue, surprisingly without damaging it.] Eh, not bad, Potter, you'd make a fair beater...
"That is true." Said Sirius who was Beater at Hogwarts. Fred and George nodded agreeing with him.
Uh-oh. [The ball zooms down, and Oliver grabs it, wriggling to get it back in the box. He succeeds and is out of breath.]
Harry: What is that?
Oliver: Bludger. Nasty little buggers.
"Yup." Quidditch players who had gotten hit with a bludger agreed.
But you are a seeker, and the only thing I want you to worry about is this... the Golden Snitch. [hands Harry a walnut sized golden ball.]
Harry: I like this ball.
"You'll say that first." Said regulus who was a seeker.
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.]
"It really is in your blood Harry. " said James again.
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.]
Professor Flitwick smiled at himself.
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.] Good. Now, uh, don't forget the nice wrist movement we've been practicing, hmm? The swish and flick. Everyone.
All (including Flitwick): The swish and flick.
Flitwick: Good. And enunciate. Wingardium Leviosa. Off you go then.
[The class begin to enunciate and doing the movements on their feathers]
Draco: Wingardium Levio-saaa.
Ron: Wingardrium Leviosar! [he waves his wand really fast numerous times. Hermione stops him.]
Hermione: Stop, stop, stop. You're going to take someone's eye out. Besides, you're saying it wrong. It's Levi-o-sa, not Leviosar.
"Was I always-" started Hermione.
"Yes" other two said in unison.
Ron: You do it then if you're so clever. Go on, go on.
"That's not nice Ron." Molly said sternly.
[Hermione straightens up and swishes her wand.]
Hermione: Wingardium Leviosa. [The feather glows and lifts up.]
"Yup, the best pay back," Said Fred.
"You are doomed little brother." Said George.
Flitwick: Oh, well done! See here, everyone! Ms. Granger's done it! Oh, splendid!
[Ron puts his head on his books dejectedly. Seamus begins swishing at his feather.]
Seamus: Wingard Levosa.
"That's not gonna end well." Said Lyra.
Flitwick: Well done, dear.
[An almighty explosion flashes. Flitwick gasps, as Ron and Hermione turn to the source of the explosion]
Flitwick: Whooaaa! Ooh.
[We see that Seamus is charred again with his feather, now smoldering to ashes.]
Harry: I think we're going to need another feather over here, Professor.
[Neville, Harry, Ron and Seamus are walking through a courtyard with other students all around.]
Ron: [mimicking Hermione] It's Levioooosa, not Leviosaaaar. [normal voice] She's a nightmare, honestly. No wonder she hasn't got any friends!
"Ronald Billius Weasley!" Molly shrieks. "I thought we raised you better. That is no way to talk to your friend."
"I already apologized mom." Said Ron meekly.
"Yes, Mrs. Weasley." Hermione confirmed.
[Hermione rushes past Ron, hugging her books and sniffling in tears.]
"How did you even became friends?" A Hufflepuff asked confused.
Golden trio shared a look but didn't response.
Harry: I think she heard you.
[Hermione disappears into the crowd, deeply hurt by Ron's words.]
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