Protégée (George Weasley)

Chapter Eleven

It was a very snowy day when Angelina had called in the new recruits for another round of practices. Lisa hated the cold, but debated against verbally expressing it to Angelina. After what had happened the first time, she didn't think she had the right to complain about anything at all.

But first she had to awkwardly explain how she was going to use one of the school brooms for practices for the moment, vaguely mentioning how she had smashed her broom into pieces while training by herself without  supervision. She had written to her parents almost immediately, shamelessly asking for another broom. Lisa knew they wouldn't really mind. They were loaded, anyway. And now she had to deal with the sole problem that was the rickety old broom that she was flying on.

She did not feel safe at all.

"You're doing better today," Angelina encouraged her, pointing out the fact that no stands were harmed through the practice. Andrew, meanwhile, had continued being snobbish towards her, jeering at every mistake of hers that she had witnessed, which irritated Lisa to extents.

As soon as practices ended on a good note and a very approving team captain, Lisa decided that it was best to stay behind for a few hours, already have asked Madame Hooch for permission. Taking her school broom, she flew around a few more times, hoping to get used to smoothing out her curves and not dropping her bat in mid air.

The bludgers were already tucked away at the supply room, so she had to practice without them. She boosted herself up twenty feet off of the ground, and imagined a bludger, hurtling straight towards her.

Lisa prepared her swinging position, while simultaneously keeping her balance, and the second her imaginary bludger was on target, she swung her bat as hard as she could.

It was a strong one, but she had definitely forgotten all about balancing herself on the broom, screaming as she fell sideways and nearly off of her broom, had she not placed a firm grip on her handle. Lisa was now dangling from the sky, unsure of what to do, or how to get back on to her broom.

"Dammit." she grumbled, trying to hoist herself back up, but did not have the arm strength to lift her whole body. Her grip started to loosen, making a mental note that it was absolutely stupid for her to practice alone, because accidents happen.

More often to her than to anyone else, since clumsiness was infact her specialty. "Way to go..." she mocked herself, before she heard someone call her from below.

"Annabelle!"

Lisa told herself that she did not have time to roll her eyes, but did it, nonetheless, as she saw one of the Weasley twins at the bottom.

"It's Elisabeth!" she called back, rather annoyed.

"Don't think it's the best time for you to correct me, is it?"

"I don't think it's the best time for you to get my name wrong." she retorted.

She saw him chuckle, before he spread his arms wide, "Let go. I'll catch you!"

Her eyes went wide, "Are you kidding? I'm not mental, no way! Why don't you just grab a broom from the supply room and fetch me up here?"

"I already checked the supply room." he yelled back, "It's locked. This is your only option." he beckoned her, "Just think of this as some sort of trust exercise, yeah? Come on, before you fall off of there completely!"