Chapter 17: Quidditch and Harry

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The day was going by in slow motion. I couldn't wait for quidditch practice. I love it! After what seemed like forever, seven arrived. I run to change into my new green quidditch robes (I looked really good in them)  and race to the quidditch pitch. "Mount your brooms." Says Flint. We all lift up into the air, gliding through the sky. We practice playing against each other. Flint attempts a toss of the quaffle to Megan but I quickly grab it and  fling it threw the goal hoops which Will, the keeper tries to block, but ends up falling threw the hoop. I laugh. He ends up with a bloody nose and has to leave early. The rest of practice consists of various drills and by nine thirty it's finished. I'm exhausted as I walk up the hill back to Hogwarts. I run into Harry as I walk back inside.
"Hello Anna." He says.
"Oh, hey Harry."
"Doing anything tomorrow?"
"Uh, not really. Why?"
"Um just wondering if..."
"If what Harry?"
"Nothing."
We walk back in silence. I could tell he wanted to tell me something. I didn't know what.

That night I lie in bed thinking about it. At midnight I came up with my answer. Harry Potter was asking me to hang out. Almost like a date. The boy who lived liked me. Me. Wow, he has bad taste in girls.

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