Destined| The Chamber of Secrets : Book 2

The First Attack

Kiana Diggory

"Oliver, if I end up having a cold after this practice in going to kill you," Angelina growled at our captain.

"Yeah, I just got rid of mine," I frowned.

"Sorry guys, but with Slytherin's new brooms we need all the practice we need," Oliver said sadly.

"Oliver. We won't let you down," I said reassuringly. "Right Harry?"

"Yeah, we won't let you down," Harry said blankly.

"Fred and George, you've been spying on the Slytherins how is it looking," Katie asked.

"They shoot through the air like missiles," Fred sighed.

"Well, they won't win without good technique," I said.

Oliver nodded.

"So you came up with new techniques," Oliver asked.

I sighed and shook my head.

"I'll go work on them now.. sorry guys, I've been a bit preoccupied," I sighed.

Oliver brushed it off and smiled.

"Your plays are good, don't you worry," He smiled.

I nodded.

"Practice dismissed," Oliver announced.

The team cheered and we all walked up to the castle dripping wet with mud on our robes and shoes. Filch is going to hate us after this. Harry and I walked along the deserted corridor only to see Nearly Headless Nick staring out of a window a bit angered.

"Hello, Nick," Harry and I greeted.

"Hello, Hello," Nick greeted as his ghost like body turned around.

"You both look troubled," Nick said folding a transparent letter.

"So do you," I said.

"Ah," Nick said waving a hand,"a matter of no importance. It's not as though I really wanted to join thought I'd apply, but apparently I don't fulfill requirements' but you would think, wouldn't you that getting hit forty-five times in the neck with a blunt axe would qualify you to join the Headless Hunt?"

"Oh yes," Harry and I agreed.

"I mean, nobody wished more than I do that it all had been quick and clean, and my head has come off properly, I mean, it would have saved me a great deal of pain and ridicule," Nick ranted.

He unfolded his letter and read furiously.

"We can only accept huntsmen whose heads have parted company with their bodies. You will appreciate that it would be impossible otherwise for meme era to participate in hunt activities such as Horseback Head-Juggling and Head Polo. It is with greatest regret, therefore, that I must inform you that you do not fulfill our requirements. With very best wishes, Sir Patrick Delaney-Podmore."

Fuming, Nick stuffed the letter away into his pocket.

"Half an inch of skin and sinew holding my neck on. Most people would think that's good and beheaded, but oh, no, it's not enough for Sir Properly Decapitated Podmore," Nick flared.

Nick took in several deep breaths and finally calmed down.

"Why don't you start your own hunt? Include everyone but the Headless Hunt squad and make it 10 times better! You're such a fun man I don't know who wouldn't join. You should get Peeves in there and prank the Headless Hunt squad," I said.