Evanora

New Quidditch Boss: Red and Gold is the New Black

Harry finally convinced her to try out for the Quidditch Team. She didn't want to at first, complaining that she'd rather avoid dying.

After Quidditch try-outs, she landed on the dirt and said: "Nailed it."

The first game they had, she proved her superior skills and she scored points as Ron defended our goals.

When she had the Quaffle and was about to win, she swiftly glided through the air while the other team chased after her. Harry watched her joyously tease the players by acting careless, but when the other team tried to knock her off her broom, she cunningly spun in the air, sending them flying in to each other. The Gryffindor's stood up as she slipped past every player. Her ponytail came out of her hair and went flying, sending her shiny locks of hair flowing in the wind behind her. Soon enough, she was almost about to reach the scoring zone when four players started closing in on her. Gryffindor, and the entire team anxiously watched her, expecting her to not make it. But she had a plan.

She shot the Quaffle to Harry shortly after yelling "Heeyyy!!" to get his attention. He knew what to do, but wasn't sure what she was going to do. She slipped ever so swiftly past all four of them, twisting in a sharp spiral, shooting at sharp, controlled angles, looking like she could have killed them if she wasn't so good--- but instead of killing them, she didn't even touch a single one other than her flowy robes brushing up against them, but the force of her momentum and sharp turns nearly threw herself off.

The coast was clear--- all she had to do now was hit it. But how could she? She was on all fours, barely hanging on. She took out her wand and held it in her hand, but not as if she was about to use a spell. "NOW!" She boomed. Harry shot the quaffle soaring through the air. She jerked her broom downward and kicked her feet up behind her before jerking it up-left-down, and her legs kicked out of the side as her right foot slammed onto the quaffle, sending it flying in the other direction. The quaffle hit the inside rim of one of the smallest hoops and went through. Meanwhile, after her fantastic kick, she only had one hand on the broom. Harry's stomach dropped as she swung off her broom, plummeting toward the grass below. They had one because of her shot, but was it worth falling off the broom? She whipped her wand in midair, and nobody could hear her cast the spell, but she slowed down before hitting the ground softly. She gasped on the ground and clutched her heart, an act of relief, although it scared the shit out of Harry, who dove toward the ground to see if she was alright. She looked up, amazed and proud of what she had done, and taken Harry's hand gladly to shoot up and punch the sky with her balled fist. She boomed "GRYFFINDORRRR!" and gryffindor erupted into cheers and fist pumps as they flooded onto the field. She summoned her broom with her wand and Harry laughed as she danced and used it as an electric guitar momentarily, until the team pulled her into a huge huddle with her and Ron in the middle.

"See, I told you you'd love Quidditch," Harry said sprightly. Eva and Ron both got slaps on the back and encouragement. Fred and George commented that it was a funny trick to pretend to be dead at the end.

"I wasn't pretending to be dead, I was just making sure I was alive," she said.

When Gryffindor's flooded the field, they had so much energy to say to Evanora and Ron. Evanora was one of the first people to start chanting Weasley, and then used it as an escape to get showered and changed.