Emily Granger, older sister of Hermione, had a firm set friendship with the Weasley Twins and Lee Jordan since first year and was notorious throughout the school for their pranks.
Once their fifth year comes around the corner, Emily decides she can...
"Get your asses up it's Quidditch time!" I shouted, shoving the twins out of their beds, Lee had rolled out as soon as I came in to avoid my wrath. "Don't wanna" They said in unison. "Wrong answer" I sang, lifting my wand up with a cheeky grin, "Augumenti" Both Weasley's let out a shrill scream and leapt up from the floor, running to the showers before I could chase them. "No matter how many times you do that they always seem shocked" Lee snorted, getting his robes out of his trunk. "Make sure theyre down in 20 or I'll come up again" I called to Lee as I walked back down the boy's stairs.
It was around 7 in the morning and the common room was bustling, mostly with excited first years, some of whom had never seen a quidditch match before. I spotted Oliver Wood sat over by the fire and skipped over to join him. "Mornin Wood" I greeted cheekily. The Scot rolled his eyes at my pun, facepalming in disappointment. "Morning midget" I rolled my eyes. "How's my favourite quidditch captain of all time" "I'm fine" he laughed "how's my favourite commentator" "Aw stop you're making me blush" I laughed, swatting at his arm jokingly "so seventh year huh" Oliver leant back in his seat, a grin spread across his face. "Yes ma'am. Once we win the cup - which we will - my dad's gonna set up a meeting with the head of the Harpies. I'm auditioning for reserve at first" "Oliver that's great!" I cheered, jumping up on the sofa to give him a big hug.
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"I know! Their manager has already said he's interested - so as long as I keep up my good work it should be basically guaranteed" he said excitedly, words slightly muffled as they were spoken into my shoulder. "I'm so proud of you!" I squealed. A cough came from behind us. We separated from our hug, greeted with my three friends peering at us. Lee had a smirk on his face, George just looked confused and Fred looked pissed. "What's going on?" Fred asked, a slight edge to his voice. "Oliver has an audition for the Harpies reserve team!" I squealed, still jumping about in delight. Relief seemed to spread across Fred's face, whilst lee and George's faces morphed into one's of glee. "Oh my merlin no way! Great going man" Lee congratulated, giving him a high five. "Bloody brilliant!" George shouted, giving his captain a hug. "About ruddy time" Fred laughed, slapping him on the back. Face full of glee, I skipped down to the great hall for breakfast.
I felt as if I had turned into Molly, and it was even scaring me. "Harry eat your damn toast!" "George stop playing with your food or I'll have to feed you myself" "Fred... what even is that" "Oliver, please ignore the weather you'll be fine - just eat something or you'll be sabotaging yourself" "Ron! Slow down you're going to choke!" "If this is what having kids is like I swear to merlin- NO GEORGE STOP" "Harry, come on hun just that one piece of toast and I'll stop bugging you" "Fred I'm going to throttle you if you don't stop"
By the time the actual quidditch game came around, my voice was already slightly sore, which obviously is not good if you're the commentator. "Jordan, Granger, let's get you set up shall we" McGonagall called, greeting the quidditch team. "Oh and Wood" she added "Slytherin has had to drop out because of Mr Malfoys injury, you'll be playing Hufflepuff instead" walking away before she could hear the teams shouts of frustration. "He's not even hurt!" Harry shouted is dismay. "You'll be fine" I reassured, giving everyone on the team a hug "now go beat their asses!" "Oh and Harry give me your glasses quickly" confused, he handed me them, and I cast a quick water repellent charm on them, before placing them back onto his face "don't want the rain to blind you too much". Oliver looked as if he was going to kiss me, before Fred stepped in front of me and pointed at McGonagall who was tapping her foot impatiently.
I quickly followed McGonagall with Lee in tow. She showed us to our seats, in front of the scoreboard and told us to begin the sonorous charm. "Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen and welcome to Gryffindor vs Hufflepuff! The first match of this year" "As you all know this was supposed to be Gryffindor vs Slytherin but a certain Draco Malfoy decided a scratch on his arm meant he couldn't possibly carry on and play the match-" I slapped Lee's arm, barely holding in my laughter, as McGonagall chided Lee's 'childish behaviour'. "Sorry Professor. Anyway, what lovely weather we're all having today, absolutely spiffing" "More like depressing, but I value your optimism Lee. Okay and now let's welcome to the pitch, the Gryffindor team! First is Captain and Keeper Oliver Wood, hes been offered an audition for the Harpies and I'm sure he'll get it -" "Okay Emily stop fawning over him we have a match to commentate on-" "I'm not fawning over him I'm congratula-" They were both silenced by McGonagall's poisonous glare. "Sorry professor. Then we have chasers Angelina Johnson, Alicia Spinnet hey girl how you doing-" "And we also have Katie Bell. The beaters are of course the Weasley twins, Gred and Forge, and the chaser is Harry freakin Potter" "Now introducing the Hufflepuff team we have Captain and seeker Cedric Diggory, chasers Malcolm Preece, Heidi Macavoy and Tasmin Applebee-" "And there's Hufflepuffs beaters Michael McManus and that sexy beast is Bethany Abbott" Beth sent me a kiss from the pitch and I pretended to catch it with a wink "- sorry professor - yes - and of course their keeper Herbert Fleet" "Okay now that all the introductions are through, let's play some quidditch!" Lee cheered happily, met with a defeating response from the crowd. "That's the spirit! Okay Madam Hooch has stepped onto the field, she's about to throw the quaffel... and the match has started!" "So it begins - Spinnet has the quaffle, passes to Johnson, dodges the bludger sent by Abbott, passes back to Spinnet - Gryffindor score!" "Quaffle in Hufflepuff posession, Preece passes to Macavoy who's almost hit by a bludger sent by George but is blocked by McManus. Good save Wood!" "Whilst Emily calms down about that, quaffle is back into Gryffindor possession..."
The back and forth continued for a while, and Gryffindor was 50 points up.
"Wood calls for a time out - not surprised in this god awful weather - don't know how no one's slipped off a broom yet" "That's just because you suck at flying Lee" "Shut up! I'm dont suck!" "Oh yeah? Summer, second year, over the burrow, you fell backwards off your broom because you got scared of a tennis ball" The crowd laughed, and I realised our voices were still under the sonorous charm. "Uh- sorry Lee? Don't hit me!" I squealed, dodging his hand that was flying at me. The two teams flew back up, recommencing the match. "And the match starts again, the weather however is definitely getting worse" A large fork of lighting flashed across the sky. "Spinnet passes to Bell, gets intercepted by Applebee. Fred hits Macavoy off her broom! Is she okay? Yep - she's fine. Okay, Hufflepuff tries to score, and another great block from Wood" "My god - I think Diggory's seen the snitch - so has Harry. Bell scores another 10 points for Gryffindor! Who's going to catch it? Uh - hang on. Professor, what are the dementors doing here?" I watched in horror as Harry fell off of his broom, hurtling down from the sky. Dumbledore, face furious, quickly slowed down his fall, before casting a patronus to force the death eaters away from the pitch. In all the confusion Diggory has caught the snitch. "Diggory has caught the snitch - Hufflepuff wins" I announced, still slightly distracted as I watched the whole team fly down to check if Harry was okay. "Great game everyone" Doing the counter to sonorous, I ran down to Harry, who was now being carted off to the hospital wing. Hermione launched herself at me, sobbing heavily. "Hey hey hey, it's okay. He's fine, right?" I said comfortingly "let's follow them huh?"
