Belladonna

2001

Belladonna 9

2001

5 September 1992

"Evans! Oi, Evans!"

Ana glanced over her shoulder to see a small blonde boy hurrying her way. She rolled her eyes and carried on her way to the pitch for tryouts, not bothering to slow down. If Draco Malfoy really wanted to talk to her, then he'd have to put forth the effort. He caught up to her with an almost breathless pant a moment later, broomstick in hand.

"You don't speak to me for a year and so you revert back to 'Evans;' is that it?"

"Look, I... I didn't know you and Snape were keeping it a secret, alright? Otherwise I wouldn't have said anything. I swear, Ana," Draco pleaded with her.

Ana didn't believe him for a second, but...she was more or less over it now. "Yeah, all right," she said.

"Good, because since we're going to be on the team together, then I thought we should be friends again."

"You're a little sure of yourself. You have to make the team first, Draco." Ana glanced sideways at him, and that's when she saw it. They both came to an abrupt halt. "Wait! That's a 2001!"

Draco grinned proudly at his new broom. "It's a gift from father. It's faster, sleeker and more efficient than the Nimbus 2000. I'll be sure to make the team with this."

"You may have the fastest broom, Draco, but you'll still need to catch the snitch if you want on."

"Don't worry about that, Ana. It will all work itself out."

Ana pinched her eyes in confusion, but quickly shook it off and resumed walking. Quite a few people had turned up to try their best at making the team. All the old faces were there, with the exception of Nott and Higgs who both left last year. Ana also noticed a few faces she beat out last year such as Graham Montague and Chadwick Warrington.

"Hey, Evans, I hope you don't mind, but I'll be going out for chaser again this year," Montague said.

"That's alright. I'm sure Adrian won't mind giving up his spot for you," Ana replied with a grin.

Adrian looked over at them and smiled. "And miss out on another season with you? Sorry, Graham, better luck next year."

"Alright, alright, enough talk. Let's get gown to business. Who are my chasers?" Marcus asked. Six people stepped forward including Ana and Adrian. "Pucey, Evans, and Montague, you're on a team. Warrington, Bole, and... You, what's your name?"

"Mc—McKoy," the trembling first year replied. "Marcus McKoy."

"Have you ever played Quidditch before?"

"Y—yes, Sir. Back home with my brothers."

"Fine then. You're on a team with Warrington and Bole. Bletchley, you're keeper. Now let's see what you six have? I'm only looking for two of you."

The idea was simple. They acted as two opposing teams trying to score against Bletchley. Adrian and Ana, having been on the team together last year, worked well together. Montague and Warrington weren't bad either, but whereas Warrington stole the quaffle from both Adrian and Montague, he could not steal it from Ana. And Ana had the most successful goal attempts, only missing once.