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Chapter 1 : Tryouts.
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A/n: I’ve wanted to write a next gen. fic for awhile now, so this is my go at it! Hope you all enjoy my story.
CHAPTER ONE: TRYOUTS
Now, before I get straight into my story, I think you should know how it came to happen. I mean, it was more of an odd twist fate if anything that caused James Potter to want me, Annora Moore, to be the starting beater for the Gryffindor quidditch team.
Because honestly none of this would have ever even happened if it weren’t for my best friend, Kiana Jones. My life would still be as normal as it ever was if she hadn’t of insisted that I come with her to the tryouts. She didn’t even like quidditch all that much; she was just trying to prove a point, a stupid point, not to mention.
So like I said, let me take you back to the morning of tryouts which is when my story really starts, in the Gryffindor 6th years girl’s dormitory.
I smushed my pillow closer into my face, refusing to wake up.
“Nora! Wake up!”
Nope. Sorry, you’ll just have to wait.
“Annora! It’s an emergency!”
I let one eye take a peek open to see Kiana leaning close my face with a panicked look on hers. Her dirty blonde hair was pulled into a hasty bun and was still in her sleep clothes. She let out a relieved sigh, “Oh thank god. I thought you would never wake up.”
I stifled a yawn and sat up in my bed, “What time is it?”
Across the room, Ellen Jordan answered, “7 o’clock in the bloody morning! On a Saturday! I hope you have woken the entire dorm for a good reason Jones.”
I looked around and sure enough everyone else was starting to pull back their curtains.
Kiana nodded and then turned back to me, “Nora, there is a spider on my make-up bag. I need you to get rid of it.”
Well. I was woken up for a spider. No big deal or anything.
“That’s what you woke me up for? A spider? You couldn’t just get it yourself?”
Sometimes I fear that Kiana has grown too dependent on me.
Kiana squinted and gave me a ‘duh’ look, “No, obviously. Or I wouldn’t have woken you, now would I?”
Ellen got up and made her way over to us, “I swear, Jones, you give us girls a bad name.”
Kiana argued, “I do not. I just happen not to like spiders. Loads of people don’t like spiders.”
Ellen walked over to Kiana’s make up bag and daintily picked up the spider, then brought him over to the open window and let him crawl out, “You definitely do. I bet you’ve never even played a sport in your entire life.”
I sat in my bed watching the two go back and forth. It was rather interesting since everyone knew Kiana was Gryffindor’s resident girly girl and Ellen was a tough tom boy, a chaser on our quidditch team.
Kiana scoffed and sat down on her bed, “Not true. Why, just this summer Nora and I played a few games of quidditch.”
Ellen and I raised our eyebrows at the same time. ‘played a few games’ was a loose term I suppose for the one game we played at my house. And to be fair it was only because my older brothers harassed us into it.
Kiana continued, “…and I was pretty good if I do say so myself. I bet I could even make the team here at school if I really wanted to.”
Kiana’s pride would bite me in the arse when Ellen smiled broadly and said, “Well, that’s great. Quidditch Tryouts are this morning.”
The smile drooped a little on Kiana’s face and she gave me a scared look, “But, like I said. If I wanted too, and I don’t.”
I kicked my covers off and got up, “You guys have fun arguing. I’ll be in the lavatory.”
The stone floors chilled my feet as I walked over to the bathroom. I went through my morning routine of showering, brushing my teeth and washing my face. I paused looking at the mirror before heading back in. I tried searching for something distinguishing about my face but couldn’t find anything. Medium shade of brown hair, straight, with medium shade brown eyes. I sighed, wrinkling my nose and then went back to the dormitory.
When I got back in, everyone else had left for breakfast besides Kiana who was sitting on my bed, kicking her feet back forth.
I grabbed a hairbrush from my trunk and quickly ran it through my hair, “Thanks for waiting. Ready to go down? I just have to get changed real quickly.”
“Yep.” She popped her ‘p’.
I glanced over her outfit, “What’s with the outfit?”
As opposed to her usual weekend skirts she was wearing a loose fitted t-shirt with sweatpants.
“Well, Ellen didn’t believe that I can play quidditch.”
I knelt down to my trunk again and began to pull out some jeans to change into, “So? You can’t play quidditch.”
Hmm. Pink or blue striped sweater?
“I signed us up for tryouts, Nora.”
I paused, “You signed up for quidditch tryouts?” I couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled out of me, “That’s hilarious. What would you like me to say at your funeral?”
She didn’t respond.
Wait a minute.
“WE!?” I shouted.
Kiana stood up, “I know, Nora. But blame Ellen, she was baiting me and I just had to prove her wrong. I didn’t want to do it alone. You’re my best friend; surely you won’t make me do this alone?”
She shook my shoulders as she said that last bit.
“No, no, no and a thousand times NO.”
She gave me a look, “Oh come on. I’m not asking you to actually make the team. Nora, please, just show up to tryouts with me. You can try out for something stupid, like beater.”
“Beater? Are you kidding me, Kiana, those guys are huge. I’m not doing it. Besides, I think this will teach you a good lesson in humility.” I crossed my arms. It’s final when the arms get crossed.
She glared at me and then a slow smile stretched across her lips, “If you tryout with me, I’ll tell you if Finn likes you or not.”
My arms uncrossed, I mean nothing is ever really final anyway, right? The Finn that she was talking about was Finn Jacobs, 7th year Ravenclaw and my current crush as of the last two years. He was gorgeous and tall, with light blonde hair and sunbursting hazel eyes.
“How do you know if he likes me or not?”
“Because I asked him yesterday during my free period. So if you want to know the answer, I would suggest you get dressed. Tryouts start at 9.”
I hesitated, and then pictured Finn’s smiling face in my head. Where had I put those old sweatpants of mine?
Kiana had to hold onto my arm, pulling me, all the way down to the pitch. Ellen was walking with us and was currently talking but I had a hard time focusing. All I could think about was the multitude of hot boys who would be at tryouts as well, along with making a complete fool of myself.
“So like I said when we get down to the pitch I’ll get you guys some pads, oh and a club for you of course, Nora. I wouldn’t really worry if I were you Jones, I mean after hearing about how good you are, I’m sure you’ll definitely make the chaser spot. Then we would be working together all time. How lovely does that sound?”
Ellen’s voice didn’t indicate that it would actually be lovely at all.
We got down into the pitch and Ellen led us towards a door marked ‘Girls Change Room’ which I had never known existed.
“Most of us get changed before we head down for games,” Ellen explained as she pushed the door open, “Since no one wants to get dressed with the opposing team you know?”
Kiana and I stood awkwardly in the entrance while Ellen went to a closet in the back and rummaged through it. She pulled out two sets of pads, which she tossed over to us. Neither of us caught them. Ellen then got a club and walked over with it, setting it against the wall by me, “Your weapon of choice,” she laughed.
All three of us pulled on our pads and then we followed Ellen out to the field. The beater’s club felt heavy and rough in my hand as I dragged it behind me on the ground. I looked around at everyone else who had shown up to tryouts. I recognized pretty much everyone except a few second years that had shown up. We all gathered in a group as the caption, James Potter walked out onto the field.
Everyone chuckled as he did a few pirouettes before standing in front of us all, “Well I sure hope this sorry crowd isn’t the potentials for my quidditch team!”
A few people booed at him, and some people let out loud cheers. I examined James Potter a little closer while he started to give a speech. I was never one for paying attention to speeches anyway. I didn’t really know all that much about the Gryffindor captain, just that he was a year older than me and was known around school for being a trouble maker. He was fairly good looking with short cropped black hair and a tall lean build. Though, if you ask me, he should get rid of the glasses.
I was pulled out of my thoughts by James’ voice rising to say, “SO LET’S GET STARTED! Chasers, with Ellen. Keepers, come with me. Beaters, go with Coote! And if you came for seeker, well, just go home, cause that would be me.”
I turned to face Kiana and she put on a bright face, “Remember. You don’t have to make it, but wish me luck!” she gave me a quick hug and made her way over to Ellen. I was starting to have some doubts as to whether this would be worth it or not.
I walked up to John Coote, “Hey John.”
“Hey Annora,” he looked down at me and then did a double take, “Annora?”
I could understand John’s confusion. He was the team’s beater (his partner having graduated) and he stood towering above my 5’3 with his 6’2.
This was not going to go well.
“Chasers are with Jordan,” he said, “Unless, you’re trying out for beater?”
“Um, no, yeah I’m trying for beater.”
“Oh, right. That’s cool.”
Two other boys joined us, Rufus Highmore (also a muscled giant) and Tom Jordan (Ellen’s younger brother, slightly less tall and muscled).
John looked at the three of us and smiled, “Looks like this is it. So, to be fair we will all be using school brooms. So come and get one,” he gestured to the pile that lay at his feet.
We all picked them up.
“Ugh, Firebolts? This school is so outdated, honestly.” Rufus complained.
“Tell me about it,” Tom agreed, “These things are ancient.”
“Yeah, we’re gonna be like turtles, only in the air.” As soon as the words left my mouth I regretted them from seeing the looks the three boys gave me.
“Right, well. Let’s move on.” John said.
We did several drills that surprisingly enough, I didn’t fail out of. When we got to the final test of being assigned a player to protect from the bludger, I was pretty nervous and I was the last to go.
I was guarding Tom as he flew around the pitch, it was a bit hard keeping up with him and I could tell he definitely wasn’t going to make it easy for me.
I would like to interject now, to let you know, that THIS is the pretty crucial part of the story.
Anyway, Tom had flown over to the goals that the keepers were working and pretending like he was a chaser with an invisible quaffle. Tom looped around James and I followed. That’s when the bludger came, but not at Tom. It was heading straight for the back of James Potter’s head. Throwing all of my weight into it I swung my club.
For a moment I couldn’t tell if the sound was the bludger hitting my bat, or my arm breaking.
James whipped around, Tom came flying back and John came over to us. All four of us watched in amazement as the bludger soared away.
John was the first to react, grabbing my shoulder and shaking it, “That was amazing! Who would have guessed you would have that in you?”
Tom folded his arms frowning, “It wasn't that good.”
James faced me, “Who are you? It doesn’t even matter; I’ve never seen anything like that before!”
I was very confused (not knowing all that much about quidditch) as to what I had done that was so spectacular.
James’ face grew very excited, making me nervous, “I've never seena shot with such power! That was bloody brilliant. What did you say your name was?”
Oh no, Oh no. Hyperventilation was starting to set in. This wasn’t supposed to happen. This wasn’t supposed to happen.
I opened my mouth, and then closed it, to shocked for words. John answered excitedly back, “Annora Moore, 6th year!”
James leaned in, whispering in my ear, “Don’t tell anyone, Ms. Annora Moore, but if I were you I’d like my chances of making the team.”
I’m not entirely sure how long it was after he said that that I fainted.
A/n: WOW. I had so much fun writing that.
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