Catching Water (Discontinued, rewrite in progress)

Pranks and Quidditch Games

         Bethany’s POV

            The weather turned chilling as the Month of November came along. The ground was always blanketed with a delicate layer of crystal like frost as the grey mountains stood like enormous pillars in the background. On a Saturday that I’d been looking forward to spending time with Selene and Emily, I’d found the Great Hall packed with people.

            “What’s going on?” I ask Selene, who, for some reason had bundled herself in her jacket and was wearing her Gryffindor scarf and hat.

            “You haven’t heard?” She asks. “Mind, we should have expected it since flying lessons.”

            “I missed flying lessons, remember?” I say, remembering vaguely when Dumbledore had pulled me out of them when I had told him that Zeus had threatened to blast me out of the sky the next time that I flew. Apparently, my mother hadn’t told him which god was my father, which was an extreme relief to me. He was already fussing over me as a demigod. I probably should tell him eventually though.

            “Oh right.” Selene says. “Well, you know Harry Potter?”

            I nod.

            “Well he stood up to Draco Malfoy when the git had stolen Neville’s rememberall.”

            “The guy who lost his toad Neville?” I ask.

            “Yeah. Well they sort of had this fight in the air. Harry definitely is a natural at flying. He caught Neville’s rememberall after a fifty foot dive.”

            “Wow. So what happened.”

            “Well, rumor has it he got on the Gryffindor Quidditch team.” She continues.

            I nod. I had heard a bit about Quidditch. “And this has to do with today because......?”

            “The first Quidditch game of the year is today. Gryffindor verses Slitherin.”

            “Oh! Well that makes sense. How come you didn’t tell me about this stuff before?” I ask.

            “You never asked about it until now. It completely crossed my mind. Forgive me for not telling you.”

            I giggle at Selene’s silly tone. “Of course!” I joke back, before we join Emily at the Ravenclaw table.

            “I’m cheering Gryffindor on today!” Emily whispers as we approach her. She’d gotten a fifth year to charm her scarf to be red and gold.

            I smile. “Don’t want those slimy snakes to win?”

            Emily nods.

            “Oh, and speaking of snakes...” Selene starts. Right on que, Pansy Parkinson enters the hall, followed by a scream from one of her fellow Slitherins.

            It takes a moment to register, considering that I fought Medusa last summer. But seriously, Pansy looks exactly how I remember Medusa. Snake hair and all. Except for the petrifying power of course. And right above her head is the words “Lots of Snakes aren’t cool.”

            Selene sniggers.

            “Did you talk to the Weasley twins?” I sigh.

            “Yep. I had to get back at her somehow. So I contacted the Weasley twins. We did a joined prank. They did the words. I did the snake hair. All I had to do for them in return was tomake a spell that could make words into pictures. I have no idea why they wanted me to do that but........” She stops. “Look!” She giggles.