Elizabeth Pure (A Harry Potter/ Weasley Twins/ Oliver Wood Fan Fic)

Tryouts

Elizabeth got to the Gryffindor Quidditch room super early before anyone would be up, so that she could look around. When she entered, she didn't notice Oliver who was closing his locker. She began to study the lockers as they moved around. She skittered around one and shook her head as it switched places with another locker. The ceiling moved with the highlights of last years Quidditch graduating players. A Seeker and a Chaser. She smiled and traced her hand along the wall. She saw the lion, Gryffindor's mascot roar in pleasure at her being there. She smiled and continued to look about the room until she noticed Oliver looking at her, eyebrows raised and grinning. Liz jumped and covered her mouth, avoiding a surprised scream.

"Sorry, I-I-I didn't notice you there." She blushed a bright red.

Oliver shook his head and turned back to his locker, shutting it right before it began to move. He turned back to her, "It's alright, I had just finished changing when you walked in. No one comes this early to tryouts..." He paused, thinking before continuing, "Or games either." He grinned, shaking his head. "You ready for tryouts, eh, Pure?" He asked, using her last name.

Liz nodded and looked around before saying quietly, "I'm just really nervous, and I'm a bit jumpy. I figured coming here would calm me down, I suppose." She shrugged. She went to the broom closet and grabbed her broom, admiring the Nimbus 2000.

"Killsnake" Oliver said quietly to a locker and it opened, revealing some extra small pads and a tryout uniform. He motioned for Liz to come over. He grabbed the two wrist and arm guards and handed them to her. "I figured you'd need the smallest ones." He grinned as she glared at him.

"Is that meant to be an insult, Wood!?" She exclaimed. Oliver winked and Liz came after him shrieking, "I'm gonna hurt you for that!" She had her broom raised as she chased him around the room, careful to not run into any lockers.

"You should get ready, Liz! Don't want to get hurt or anything in the mad dash for the lockers!" Oliver said, racing into the boys bathroom to get away from her attacks.

Liz shook her head and glared at him, in the safety of the boys bathroom. She turned and grabbed the small tryout uniform and pads and went into the girls bathroom and put them on. When she came back out, She was wearing the ankle and wrist pads, a number '9' jersey that was a bit big on her, and her own pair of warm leggings. She smirked at him as she swished her hair into a perfect high ponytail and shrugged, stretching her legs and arms. Oliver nodded his approval and grabbed a basket full of jerseys and pads, and they made their way onto the Quidditch field, where a few people were already gathering for Gryffindor tryouts. Oliver set down the basket and people tore into it, grabbing the pads and jerseys. He went back into the locker room to grab some brooms. He walked back out and handed a regular one to Liz.

"Sorry, Pure. Gotta have equal chances." He said as she handed him the Nimbus with a glare. She stuck her tongue out at him and lifted off into the air with a swoosh. She was amazing. Oliver studied her as she did loops through the Quidditch field, getting a taste for the broom. She finally flew down as the few other tryouts were hovering off the ground. Oliver looked around and nodded.

"Okay, you pair with Liz, and the rest of you chase after them, alright? It'll be a game, but two against five." Oliver said as Liz raised an eyebrow. He released the Bludgers and the Golden Snitch, but only one person was going to try to find the Snitch. He failed to find it all throughout the entire game, causing Oliver to worry about finding a Seeker. The Quaffle was thrown in the air and immediately Liz grabbed it out of the air. She raced towards the opposite side of the field, but was soon caught up to by the other team. She hurled it at her teammate who caught it, was surrounded, and tossed it back. Liz swerved around a few rivals and dunked it straight into the hoop. A few cheers echoed from the twins and her friends around the stadium. She grinned then chased after the opposite team. They were tossing the Quaffle back and forth, but Liz soon snatched it in mid air and her and the broom backflipped and she raced to the other side of the stadium, as fast as she can go and threw it back through the hoop. This went on repetitively until Oliver blew the whistle. Liz had gotten ten goals, the other team had gotten two total. Liz flew down and hopped off her broom, smirking at Oliver who shook his head in amazement.

"Results will be posted tomorrow after classes." He said, returning to the locker room. Liz saw the twins and Angelina racing towards her, grinning like madmen.

"Fabulous show there, Liz," Angelina said, embracing her.

"Congrats!" Fred said.

"He's got to pick you, they couldn't even score a single point, hardly!" George said.

Liz nodded then frowned, "But the kid trying out for Seeker, he was DREADFUL!" She exclaimed. The twins nodded.

"We'll never win..." Fred started.

"If we don't have a Seeker!" George finished woefully.

They trooped off to the common room, their heads swimming with Quidditch.