Never Second Best

Chapter 16

I arose shockingly early for a Saturday morning due to my overflowing schedule for today. I looked over to the grandfather clock near the door which read 5:45am. I groaned and rolled out of bed, throwing my blankets back on the bed, as a lazy attempt to make it. I quickly got ready, throwing on my black spandex shorts and a Gryffindor quidditch t-shirt that seemed way too oversized... shit. I grabbed Harry's instead of mine by accident. I threw my head back in frustration, carelessly tying the shirt so it wasn't as big. Harry's going to have a nasty shock when he tries to put on my shirt. I quickly tie my shoes, careful not to wake anyone. I slipped out of the common room down to the kitchens, as it was way to early for breakfast to start. I eat a scone and drink a coffee for immediate energy as something my former captain, Oliver Wood had taught me. That man really did have a boner for quidditch. I quickly jogged to the quidditch grounds, only to see it closed due to the first task happening after lunch today. This whole Tri Wizard tournament was more of an inconvenience than a source of entertainment for me. I guess I'll just have to find somewhere else to train. That's when I remember the room of requirement. I know it's real because I was really in need of a change of pants during shark week, and a closet full of my size appeared right in front of me. I run back to the castle, only to be greeted by a large door that wasn't there before. I smile. That must be it. I push open the doors, to see the biggest quidditch pitch I've ever seen, with a treadmill and weights near by. Godric, I love magic. I begin with a 15km run, and weights. I surprise myself with my ability to squat 150lbs on my shoulders. Now for the fun part. I fly around the pitch, taking it all in. I start to throw the Quaffle around, and I easily lost track of time when there was a loud banging, which signalled it was noon. Shit.

"Shit shit shit shit shit." I mumble to myself as I land, packing my bags and running out the doors. The clock on the wall catches my attention, which reads 8 am. What? I fumble around in my bag, and pull out my watch, which also reads 8 am, which was the exact time I wanted to leave for the common room. I stand there puzzled for a second, my eyes switching back and forth from the clock and my watch, obviously confused.

"The room of requirement knows all, Miss Potter." Dumbledore says as he passes by me, with a light smile. I smile back at him. With my rushing, I didn't realize how smelly and sweaty I might be, until a few Ravenclaw girls make a disgusted face at me. That was definitely enough to make me run to my common room, avoiding any more disgusted looks. After getting ready, I skip down to breakfast in high spirits.

"Good morning, Harry!" I say cheerfully, ruffling his hair.

"What the bloody hell is wrong with you this morning." He responds. I roll my eyes.

 "Good morning, Ron, Hermione." I don't wait for their response and move along to Fred and George who were sitting not too far down from Harry and his friends. They were deep in discussion, and I decided to ruin it. I flung my arms over both of their shoulders, hugging them tight. "Good morning, boys!"

"Mornin' Hchee." Fred says groggily. George just grunts. I kiss both of their cheeks enthusiastically.

 "Scooch!" I demand, waving my arms for them to separate to let me sit in between them. They groan but they do as I say.

"What are you on this morning?" George asks.

"Nothin' I just woke up early and got some quidditch practice in." I reply buttering my toast.

"You nervous for the first task?" Fred asks.

"Nah,"

"Why? They banned anyone under seventeen from entering but your FOURTEEN year old brother is competing." George says.

"No shit, George. They can't make it too bad, though. They can't have anyone get hurt so I'm not expecting much." I say honestly. The twins laugh a little. "What?"