Wander || The Order of the Phoenix || DISCONTINUED

Chapter 15 - Quidditch

"So you're trying out for the team Potter? No girls make the team, just so you know. This is a waste of time." Graham, the Slytherin Quidditch captain, told me. He had dark shaggy brown hair and deep brown eyes. His structure was strongly built and his rather hairy arms were showing from where his arms were visible. "You know the basics right?"

"Yep." I replied, holding my broom in my left hand. I was wearing the Quidditch robes I had bought before we had returned to Hogwarts that year. The robes were the Slytherin colours, green and black, and pretty similar to our normal robes.

We were standing in the middle of the Quidditch pitch the day after my argument with Pansy, luckily I had been able to get out of lessons to try out. I was missing Defence Against the Dark Arts with Umbridge, which I was extremely happy about.

"If you're good enough you'll be replacing Warrington as a Chaser since he's leaving for Bulgaria in a few days."

Quidditch was a simple game to follow. Each team had seven members, a keeper, a seeker, three chasers and two beaters. The keeper, Miles Bletchley, was like a goalkeeper in football, the seeker, Draco, was to search for a little golden ball called a snitch that flies around the pitch. When caught, the team of the seeker who caught the snitch gains 150 points and the game ends. The three chasers, Graham, Adrian Pucey and hopefully me, try to take the quaffle (like a football) and score points with it. Last but not least, the two beaters, Crabbe and Goyle, use bats to knock the opposing team off their brooms by sending blodgers their way.

"So, what am I doing first?" I asked impatiently. I wished he would hurry up, I really wanted to get on my broom and start flying.

"In the air Potter."

I lifted my broom and quickly mounted it, shooting off into the sky. Looking down at Graham, who was heading my way holding a quaffle, I felt happy. For the first time in forever, I felt happy. A smile actually spread across my face.

A smile.

"Wipe that smile and start flying." He said as he threw the quaffle over to me.

I shot through the sky, whipping through the wind leaving no trace of my being behind me, carrying the hard ball with me as I flew.

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"Did he write back?" I asked as Harry and I strolled down the corridors. Harry told me he had recently written to Sirius, although he wouldn't really tell me what he wrote about.

"Potter." A booming voice called out from behind us, making the both of us turn. The captain of the Slytherin Quidditch team was heading towards us, or more likely, me. He stopped in front of Harry, looking between the two of us. "Girl Potter."

"That's me. You could tell, couldn't you?" I smirked, causing Graham to roll his eyes and fold his arms.

"Don't push me Potter." He snapped, his eyes narrowing as he spoke.

"Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning." I smirked, looking back at him as his eyes grew narrower. "Okay fine. What do you want Montague?"

"I'm not saying you're on the team, because you're not, but you'll join the team for practice. If you're good enough, that's if since I don't expect you will be, then you'll play the first game of the season with us. Gryffindor vs. Slytherin." He explained.

"So... I'm kinda on the team?" I asked, raising my eyebrows. I didn't show it, but I was grinning like a madman on the inside.

"No." He bluntly replied.

"Kinda, yeah." I repeated, crossing my arms to mirror the boy opposite me.

"No." He stated once more, getting rather annoyed at the stupid argument he was definitely not going to win. Why? Because I was right. Technically, I was on the team. Kinda. But that's something right?