Amazons VS Marauders

Chapter 35: The Pegasus

Dressing up into her bright yellow Quidditch robes, Elizabeth Drake was nervous. Nervosity wasn't a feeling she had often; her light-hearted spirit usually kept her negative thoughts away from her head. Except when it was linked with Quidditch. Her nervosity was so strong before every match, that she felt like going to the Hufflepuff's team Captain, Anthony Fitch, to tell him she had a disease that kept her from playing the game that day. It was silly, of course, but Elizabeth always relished the idea.

Now, you are wondering why she was in the Quidditch Team if it made her so nervous. It was simple: Elizabeth loved the burst of adrenaline that the game was filling her veins with. She had always enjoyed sports, where she could move as much as she wanted and where she could use her competetive side at its best. Being raised as Muggle only made flying look more awesome than for Wizards kids, since they were always used to it. Last but not least, Elizabeth was great at Quidditch.

If you don't think about that one match, where she received a badger right in the face. It broke her nose and it kept bleeding the entire game, yet Lizzy had to stay on the field. She didn't succeeded in scoring many points that day.

Her Hufflepuff roommates wished her good luck, before they all went to breakfast.

At the Great Hall, Elizabeth sat down with the rest of her team, which included three girls and four boys. They were all very nice and in Elizabeth's opinion, the best team she could have had. With them, Quidditch practices were only fun, and never a task.

The seven teenagers didn't eat much, putting some bread it their mouths. It tasted more like cardboard than anything else, in Lizzy's opinion. She stopped eating pretty soon.

None of them talked, which was pretty rare. They had an amazing chemistry, always joking around everywhere, even if they were from different years. The youngest, a fourth year, had so much energy inside of him that Elizabeth enjoyed him even more than the others.

The Pegasus felt a light tap on her shoulder, causing her to turn around quickly. Her big green eyes immefiately softened, as they fell on Remus Lupin.

"You alright?" Remus asked, a little smile playing on his lips. "You're paler than Nearly Headless Nick."

"I'm fine, just nervous", she answered quickly, getting up to face him.

He was dressed with his cloak and Gryffindor scarf. His scars from the last full moon were slowly leaving, and his sandy brown hair were falling on his forhead.

"Did you eat? Food always helps."

"I can't, everything tastes disgusting."

"I don't care, eat a toast or something", Remus ordered. "You'll feel better."

Elizabeth nodded, still looking at him.

"Anyway, I came here to wish you good luck, even if you're playing against my team. I'm sure you'll do great."

"Thanks Rem', it means a lot."

Remus grinned, and joined Peter, ready to go on the Quidditch stadium.

The Hufflepuff Team quickly followed behind, leaving for the changing rooms, Elizabeth quickly grabbing a toast on the plate.

That was it. The match was going to began in a dizain of minutes. It was now the time were Anthony would put even more pressure on his players' shoulders, reminding them that if they beat Gryffindor, they had a shot at being first for the Cup. Of course, what the Captain didn't realise, was that it wasn't helping at all. It only helped them at feeling worst.

When he announced them they should go on the pitch, Elizabeth grabbed her broom, a Cleansweep 6. It was one of the new broomsticks, that her parents had given her for her latest birthday. She cherished it a lot, taking care of it like it was her own child.