The Battles of Love: A Neville Longbottom fanfic

Chapter 9

TThe Battles of Love: A Neville Lonbgottom fanfic  

Chapter 9

Eleanor's POV

My Quidditch tryouts are today.

I think I'm gonna die.

I've been practicing the whole summer. Not really, but I've been playing to my strengths. I familiarized myself with the broom, the throwing of the Quaffle and of course, the rules.

In short, you can say that I really want to be a chaser.

I'm thrilled that my friends are going to tryout with me. So far, Harry, Ginny, Aleksandar and the twins are the people I know that are going to tryout. I heard that all of them are really good, and they all got into the team. I'm not sure about Aleksandar, though. He is a Bulgarian, so he probably is pretty good. I'm sure he was part of the team back in Durmstrang. 

"You nervous, new girl?" Aleksandar asked, as we walked to the Quidditch field.

We were already dressed; red Quidditch robe, black gloves and my Firebolt in my hand.

"You have no idea, new guy," I replied, looking straight ahead. I can't lose focus. I have to concentrate.

I was griping my broom with such force that I think I am going to break it any second. 

Sorry dad!

"Whoa," Aleksandar said. "Don't destroy the broom. It's a Firebolt, El."

I sighed. "I'm just nervous," I told him.

"You don't need to be afraid," we heard Harry say as he appeared next to me. "All you need to do is do your best."

I smiled at him. "Thanks, Harry."

"Weren't you the youngest seeker of the century?" Aleksandar asked him.

Harry nodded his head, and a smiled appeared on his lips. "Yeah."

"Wow, Harry," I said, poking his cheek. "That's so cool."

"Cool? This boy is practically a legend," Aleksandar added. "He won almost every game he had."

"How do you know all this?" I asked Aleksandar.

He shrugged. "I keep myself updated with everything that is going on with Quidditch," he said casually.

"Is that true?" I looked at Harry.

Harry's cheeks turned pink. "I have my moments," he said, shrugging.

I chuckled, and we continued walking.

When we reached the field, Angelina Johnson, the captain of the Gryffindor team, stood in front of us. The people who were also going to tryout were in a riot, disagreeing about something. Only Harry, Aleksandar, Ginny and I remained silent.

I looked at Harry, and he shrugged.

"This happens all the time during tryouts," he screamed over the noise.

I nodded, before turning back to Angelina.

"Silence!" Angelina shouted, and everyone fell silent. She smiled. "Thank you. Now, first we are going to do some drills to warm you up and then the real tryouts begin. Warning, there are no second chances."

I gulped. I only had one chance to prove myself. One chance to show them that I'm good enough.

One chance to make it right.

We got started on the drills. For about ten minutes, we had to warm up and prepare ourselves for the actual game. It was tiring, but it was enough to make me feel ready.