Smile - Book One of the RP Saga

Up and Over ( 31 )

Rachel sat at the Gryffindor table, a sickening feeling twisting in the pit of her stomach. Today was the Slytherin vs Gryffindor Quidditch match, it had been highly anticipated by everybody; of all houses, including professors. Any match that was played against these two house often received such large attention. This did not help Rachel, she was incredibly nervous.

In the last Quidditch training on the day before, she had slipped up quite a bit. There had been no logical explanation to why this happened, she never usually played so terribly. Ridiculously, it worried her like mad; she felt so embarressed during training. In front of Rachel, her twin brother sat looking at her intently before sliding a plate full of bacon, sausages and toast over.

"I'm not hungry." She sighed looking away from the plate, feeling as though she'd be sick just looking at the it.

"At least eat the toast Rach, you'll regret it otherwise!" Harry persisted and to his suprise, she reluctantly ate a piece of toast.

"I'm so nervous, this never happens." Rachel whispered looking over her shoulder at the Slytherins.

"There's always so much pressure when it comes to this match and you can't cope under pressure." Harry said glancing at the table of green and silver. She nodded in agreement, prodding her toast.

"This is ridiculous, it's only another Quidditch match. I wasn't this nervous playing Hufflepuff." She scoffed, laughing mentally at her silliness.

"I suppose, but then it was Hufflepuff. They're not much to play for but the Slytherin's... well just keep an eye open, they like to cheat and are pretty rough." Harry drawled out shaking his head.

"Oh, gee, Harry, you make me feel so much better." Sarcastically Rachel replied, throwing her half eaten toast onto the plate. "I can't eat any more, let's just go." Rachel mumbled standing up.

So the two of them left the hall and headed for the Quidditch pitch.

"Where's Hermione and Ron?" Rachel asked, suddenly noticing their absence.

"They're still in the common room, they're going to meet us at match." Harry replied glancing at her. "Oh, Rach, you'll be fine! It was only training, not a match!" He said referring to the night before.

"Did you see the looks that I got though when I dropped the quaffle, Angelina looked as though she may have hit me if I hadn't been lucky and caught it." Rachel mumbled looking at her feet.

"Since when did you care about what other people thought about you? Besides it was raining heavily it was near impossible to see, suprised Oliver didn't take us in!" He shook his head.

"No, he wouldn't have. He wanted us to be prepared for whatever weather. Which is fair enough, it's just... like you said, I think it was the pressure." She sighed.

"You'll be great honestly." He smiled encouringly throwing an arm over her shoulder. They started to cross the bridge over to the Quidditch pitch but Rachel stopped and leant on the side. She looked out across the view.

"You kind of forget how beautiful a place is don't you?" Rachel said admiring the surroundings.

"Yeah I guess you do." Harry agreed standing next to her.

"Rachel!" A voice called, she turned and saw Remus looking a bit bedraggled.

"Remus? What's wrong?" She worriedly asked.

"Nothing, nothing, I just needed to speak to you quickly." he looked over Rachel's shoulder to Harry. "Alone."

"Oh, okay..." She shot Harry an apologetic look, Harry shook his head, mouthing it's fine. "Go on without me, I'll meet you there!" Rachel quickly said and Harry walked away.