I Solemnly Swear That I Am Up To No Good

Chapter 5: Quidditch

"Absolutely not! Are you kidding me? My parents would have my head if anything happened to you! Not going to happen!" Fred shouted on our way to break.

I stopped dead in my tracks right in front of Oliver and the twins. George had filled Fred in on what had happened and that I had proposed to be keeper. Needless to say, he wasn't reacting well.

"I told you he would agree with me Savannah!" George shrieked.

"Well obviously you would agree, you're twins. You share a brain and have a collective IQ of 14. I don't care what you say, I'm doing this." My face must've been 3 shades redder than my usually pale skin because I was so frustrated.

"Look guys," Oliver stood next to me and turned to look at the twins, "While I understand what you're saying, I think Savannah is capable enough to handle herself. I'm the Captain, and I said she's on the team. I know you don't like it, but what other options do we have? It's not like we have people lining up to be beat up is it? She's on the team whether you like it or not."

I stood there looking at the twins who had their mouths open as if they were about to speak but no noise came out. They were clearly defeat so I turned to Oliver and thanked him for being on my side and for letting me on the team. He just placed his hand on my shoulder and smiled before walking away. I looked back at the twins and smiled triumphantly and then followed after Oliver.

"Hey thanks for that Oli. You know how you're teaching Harry the basics of quidditch tonight? Well I was wondering if I could tag along too?"

"Of course you can. Training grounds tonight at 5. See you there." He said before going off to his next class.

《☆•●•♡•time skip•♡•●•☆》

The rest of the day went by pretty quickly and as soon as the bell went to signal the end of our last lesson, I ran back to the dormitories to get changed. Luckily the boys were slow walkers so I managed to get changed with none of them walking in. I wore a pair of black cycling shorts and an oversized red t-shirt with some white trainers. My hair still looked decent so I left that how it was.

Honestly, I love quidditch and I knew everything there was to know about it, the only reason I wanted to go tonight was to spend more time with Oliver. I was also excited because I was going to get to know Harry a bit better but I was mainly going for Oliver.

When I arrived at the training grounds, neither of them were there yet so I just sat cross-legged and played with the grass.

"Quidditch," I heard Oliver start behind me, "Is easy enough to understand. Each team has seven players; 3 chasers, 2 beaters, one keeper, and a seeker, that's you."

I walked over as they put the trunk down. Oliver smiled at me as I approached and so did Harry.

"There are 3 kinds of balls," Oliver threw a ball to Harry, "This one's called the quaffle. Now the chasers, that's me and two other Gryffindors, handle the quaffle and try to put it through one of those three hoops." He pointed towards the Quidditch pitch.

"The keeper," I started "That's me. Defends those hoops."

"You with us so far?" Oliver asked Harry.

"I think so. What are those?" Harry aggressively gestured towards the bludgers.

The bat was on the floor so I picked it up and handed it to Harry, "You better take this."

He reluctantly grabbed the bat as Oliver released the bludger, as it shot up into the sky, our eyes following it's every move. Then it began to come back down, heading straight for Harry. He geared himself getting ready to hit the bludger away, until it finally reached him and he whacked it through the gap in one of Hogwarts' many statues.