Protégée (George Weasley)

Chapter Eight

"For the last time, Ange, I'm not auditioning for the Beater position!" Noel retorted irately as his older sister continued to pester him about it. Angelina had been going mad in looking for a replacement for Fred, George and Harry after they were kicked out by Umbridge because of their row with Malfoy.

To say that the Quidditch captain was stressed was an understatement, and she was trying to get his brother to show up for auditions.

Which was a lost cause, from the moment when she asked him about it. But she wouldn't take no for an answer, and therefore she had bothered him for majority of that day, skipping double History of Magic to nag Noel during his free time—which he spent studying in the common room.

"Come on, Noel, you're good at Quidditch. I don't even think people are going to want the beater's position. Just pretend you showed up for late auditions and you'll get the spot."

Noel frowned at his sister, whereas Lisa was solemn and unmoving in her seat as she watched the two siblings bicker. "I've never even played any form of Quidditch all my life, and you want me to bloody audition? That's rubbish, Ange, find someone else who's actually better for the team."

Angelina whined, "You're going to be a natural at it, it's in our blood you know, being naturally skilled at Quidditch."

"You see all this homework?" he gestured to the rolls and rolls of parchment sprawled out on the common room table infront of them, "These aren't going to write by themselves, Ange. I need to do them and I don't have time for Quidditch. These need to be done, and more urgently that is."

"I'm going to pretend that you didn't just say that you'd rather do homework than join the Quidditch team."

"I suggest you suck it up, Ange. Now go away."

"Come on, just do it for me, please?"

"No." he said finally, his eyes focusing back onto his parchment.

Angelina grunted in displeasure, turning to Lisa in desperation. "Make him join the tryouts, please"

Lisa chuckled, shaking her head lightly, "I'd love to help you, Ange. But I'm afraid that even I can't do anything about it. He decides firmly and nothing could make him change his mind...Not even me."

The older Johnson nodded in understanding, before marching away in vain. Noel sighed audibly, glancing at her from behind his shoulder, "Thank Godric she's gone. I was about to take drastic measures to rid of her. She sure is persistent in getting what she wants... I don't think that was the last of it."

"Heck it isn't." Lisa agreed, "She's probably not going to get a wink of sleep knowing that there are vacant slots in the Quidditch team... You know how jittery and panicked she gets when something is swerving out of plan."

"Well what about you, Lisa. Why don't you audition for the team?" Suggested Noel, to which Lisa laughed at. It was plain ridiculous, since she had limp arms and couldn't even play Quidditch to save a life.

"I'm not joking," sighed Noel, "I'm serious. Why don't you?"

"I'll tell you why not. One, I've never even ridden a broom since first year—that wouldn't really count since Madame Hooch was watching all of us and making sure that none of us would fall from our separate brooms—"

"But your flying was excellent that time—"

"—second," she continued, completely disregarding Noel's protests, "I've never played Quidditch. Ever. And I can't be a beater, I don't have the arms for it. And I can't be a seeker since I have bad eye sight."