Chapter 5 : Of Uncooperative Seekers and Twat Brothers
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Ch 5: Of Uncooperative Seekers and Twat Brothers
“Diggory, for Merlin’s sake! How many times do I have to tell you? You need to pull up hard right before the tip of your broom touches the ground. And I mean right before! You still had a good two feet to the ground, now do it again! I yelled from my position at the base of the Pitch, one hand on my hip, the other clasped firmly around my clipboard, which I was clutching tightly in my anger. I mean he’s only been at it about seven times so far. What was he so afraid of, the ground wasn’t going to reach out and grab him!
Cedric Diggory, who was sweating and leaning heavily on his broom in exhaustion, groaned at my words and exclaimed, “But Alex-“
He stopped momentarily at my glare, after all they knew the rules, I was only ‘Alex’ or ‘Parkin’ off the field, on the field I was an authoritative figure, and that position called for respect. Okay, stop with the judgments. I really am a nice person… when I am not on a Quidditch Pitch, but Quidditch is important, and I worked my arse off at it, as they all bloody well know.
He groaned once more, and started again, “Sorry, Captain.”
I nodded for him to continue, dropping my glare.
“But I have been at this all practice, and I am not getting the hang of it. I don’t even think anyone at this school knows how to do a Wronski Feint. That’s a professional move, so what’s the point?”
“What’s the point?” I scoffed at his statement, glaring once more. I was about to start yelling again, but thought better of it after seeing Diggory’s slightly defeated look. Hell, maybe I was being a bit hard on him; it was after all his first practice… Damn. I grabbed my broom, (a Nimbus 2001, thanks Mr. Whitehorn!) after placing my clipboard along with my notes on one of the bottom bleachers, and headed up towards the hoops.
“Oi!” I shouted to the rest of my team, who were all pretending to practice their respective positions, when really they were all listening intently, waiting for me to explode, or for Cedric to quit or something. Oh Hogwarts drama, how I love you. “You lot, gather round!”
They all turned their brooms and headed towards me. Have I introduced my team yet? No? Well, we’ve got the beaters, Maxine O’Flaherty, a seventh year who believe it or not was bloody amazing for a female beater if not a bit lacking in the looks department, but ah well she was still nice as long as you didn’t get on her bad side. Our other beater is Anthony Rickett, handsome fifth year and Cedric’s best mate. Then there were the chasers: Malcom Preece , forth year, but still a looker. What… I can look can’t I? And also Heidi Macavoy, who was a fifth year like Cedric and Anthony, and she was also very pretty. I often caught Anthony making goo-goo eyes at her, but the chicken shit never seemed to want to make a move, and finally moi, no explanation of my fantastic skills needed. Our keeper’s name is Herbert Fleet, seventh year and pretty good, but he was no Wood, sadly. And finally our seeker, Cedric Diggory, fifth year, very attractive, and currently a pain in my arse, but I digress.
I stopped in front of Cedric, turning to address my team. “Listen up everyone. Diggory here seems to have failed to grasp the reason for learning the Wronski Feint, so let’s enlighten him, yeah?”
I turned back to Cedric, who looked like we were all going to stone him or something. I heard a few members of my team groan, but otherwise not comment as I started. I clasped my hands around my mouth to resemble a megaphone and shouted, “What’s the team with determination? The team that aims at annihilation?”
In response I heard a chant of, “Hufflepuff! Hufflepuff! Hufflepuff!”
“Which team is better than the rest? The one that wears the yellow and black crest?”
“Hufflepuff! Hufflepuff! Hufflepuff!”
I started smiling as I continued to chant, “Which team aims for the highest score? The one that loves to hear the wind roar?”
“Hufflepuff! Hufflepuff! Hufflepuff!”
“Which team is the hardest to beat? The one that yields to no defeat!”
“Hufflepuff! Hufflepuff! Hufflepuff!”
“What did you say?”
“One more time?”
“Who are we?”
“HUFFLEPUFF! WE PLAY FOREVER OR DIE TOGETHER! HUFFLEPUFF!”
The Pitch was silent after that, only the dull whistle of the wind could be heard, as I continued to smile at Cedric.
“You see Diggory, we are more than just a team; we are a family. We take this game seriously, which is why Hufflepuff hasn’t been at the bottom since I joined in my second year. I, along with everyone else on this team, put everything we got into being the best, going above and beyond the normal requirements for a school Quidditch team. Why? Because not only do we want to win, but we want to play, and with everything we’ve got. Now, if you aren’t cut out for that, you should probably leave now, and we won’t hold it against you-“
There was a scoff from behind me, and I turned momentarily to glare at Anthony for his interruption during my motivation/intimidation speech.
“Right, well we will try not to hold it against you. But if you chose to stay, I will personally walk you through step by step, performing it for you as many times as you need, until you see what you needs to be done and can get a hand of it yourself.”
Cedric raised an eyebrow at me in disbelief, “You know how to do a Wronski Feint?”
It was my turn to be surprised, “Of course I do, you didn’t think I’d make you do something that I couldn’t even do, did you?”
He shrugged his shoulders at me in response. I rolled my eyes, and readied myself on my broom. “Watch and learn mates. Oh and Diggory, you should probably head to the ground so you can see exactly where to pull up.”
Everyone decided it would be beneficial to watch from the ground. I rolled my eyes as they all headed towards the bleachers to watch the show. Once they were all settled I tilted my broom straight down in a dive, feeling the wind whisk past me briskly, making my eyes water, but I was used to the feeling and managed to keep them open, even though I could feel them drying up quickly. I blinked a few times, but overall managed to keep my gaze on the ground as it loomed nearer and nearer.
I heard a few of my teammates begin to gasp as I was about two feet off the ground, but I merely smirked, pulling up hard just before my broom tip hit, and I continued to fly my feet grazing the top of the grass. I turned slightly to the left and headed slowly back to my team, whom were all cheering for me. I was happy to see the look of shock and excitement all over Cedric’s face. My smirk turned into a full toothy grin as I came to a halt in front of my team and dismounted.
They began to all simmer down, and I was about to speak when I heard a distance person cheering from afar. I spun around and growled angrily as I once more mounted my Nimbus and flew off towards the other side of the Pitch. I saw a look of terror cross the culprit’s face once I got near enough for them to see my expression.
“Oi, you little sneak! How many times do I have to tell you? You aren’t allowed to watch our practices!”
“But Lexi!” The little boy squeaked in disappointment.
“And how many times do I have to tell you it’s Alex? Not Lexi!” I glared down at the skinny, dark blond haired boy, while he looked back at me, his blue eyes narrowed in determination.
“You called me ‘Peter the Penguin’ for half my life, I think a lifetime of ‘Lexi’ is more than fair!”
I continued to glare, but I could feel my resolve weakening within me. But I was trying hard to keep my glare going for as long as possible.
“It’s not my fault you waddled like a bloody penguin!”
“I was a baby. They tend to waddle when they start to walk, you sod!”
I couldn’t hold it back anymore. My glare faded and a small smile slipped onto my lips. I lowered myself onto the top of the bleachers to sit down with my brother. Yes, brother. Hell even though my dad loved me to pieces, I still know that he wanted a boy to carry on the Parkin name. After all, nobody manages to make it from the 1400’s with the same surname, without some bloody willpower. Well… technically speaking, I shouldn’t be a Parkin, but in 1852 my great, great, great…. how many ever… great grandmother got divorced from her husband, Robert Walters or Waters… something like that, and reverted back to a Parkin. She was a bloody amazing Quidditch player, and apparently her father was beyond happy that she did it, because his wife couldn’t have any more kids or something, and they couldn’t produce a male heir. Anyway, the point is we Parkin’s take our legacy very seriously, and if it wasn’t for great, great, great, great, something Grandma Joanne Parkin, I would be Alexandria Abigail Walters/Waters and that’s just… wrong.
But anyway, back to my brother. The little tyke was born when I was four, and me being the slightly immature five year old that I was claimed that my one year old, newly walking brother waddled like a penguin, and I called him Peter the Penguin ever since… or at least till I hit third year, and people told me it was neither clever nor cute. But dear Peter seemed to like to hold a grudge and resorted to calling me Lexi, a nickname that I am not so fond of. Seriously, I hate it more than Allie. I don’t know why… it’s just so... Lexi, yeah.
“Peter, you know I love you, but that doesn’t mean you can watch our practices.” I turned to look at my team and saw them all huddled around, chatting. I sighed and stood up, yelling out, “Oi, get back to work or it’s laps for the lot of you!” Well that did it.
I turned back to my brother, who still wasn’t backing down and was just sitting there, with his arms crossed glaring at me.
“But Oliver let’s me watch his practice!”
I rolled my eyes at this. “That’s because you’re a Gryffindor dummy. If you were a Hufflepuff, it would be reversed. I would let you sit here and cheer all you want, and Wood would be the one kicking you off the Pitch!”
“But you’re my sister!” He looked at me with a saddened expression, not seeming to comprehend why I was trying to kick him out, for the umpteenth time. Usually he just complied and left, but now he seemed to want to fight it. Damn that Gryffindor pride!
“Blame the sorting hat, not me!” I said with a frown, trying to not let his saddened expression get to me.
“But you’re my sister,” he repeated softer this time, “Do you think I would tell the other teams your training program? I would never sell you out! At least not about Quidditch!”
I stared down at him, my frown deepening. That was a serious statement after all. I mean the little kid drove me mad, and he loved to make my life a living hell sometimes, but we both understood when it came to the most important sport in the history of mankind. My brother was a second year, and was waiting patiently *cough* *cough* for a position on the Gryffindor team to open up, chaser of course, just like his sister (And well dad too, mom was a bloody keeper, must have been why she had a soft spot for Wood when we were friends). I couldn’t help but feel a bit of pride blossom inside me at the thought of my brother following in my footsteps.
He couldn’t try out for another three years anyway, when both Angelina Johnson and Alicia Spinnet would be leaving and open up some spots for him. And if I couldn’t trust family, whom could I trust with my Quidditch secrets? After all, Parkin’s understand the meaning of Quidditch.
“Alright, you can stay, but if I get wind of you telling anyone about what you see…”
I drew a finger along my neck and made a “thwack” sound.
He nodded eagerly, excitement spreading across his face.
“And no friends! Only you can watch!”
He stopped nodding, and his eyes narrowed, “On one condition!”
I scoffed, “I don’t do conditions!” But his expression didn’t change, and I knew he would keep showing up anyway. “Alright, what’s your condition?”
A huge grin grew on his face as he said, “I get to practice with you!”
An expression of disbelief appeared on my face, “Are you joking?” He shook his head, still waiting for my reply. I glared at him before saying, “Only at the end of practice, and only once a month.”
“A week!” He tried to reason.
I rolled my eyes once more, “A month, and you know you’re lucky to be getting that!”
He smirked at me, “Alright fine!” He then turned slightly and grabbed something from behind him. I inclined my head to see what it was and sputtered slightly as he pulled out his broom. That little sneak! Did he just manipulate me into letting him practice with my team?
He turned back to me, a playful smirk evident on his face as he said cheekily, “Oh stop with the gawking, all you Puffs are so easy to swindle, just throw in a few fake tears and your done!”
I glared at him, “Well then, what are you waiting for, get your arse on the Pitch before I make you do laps!” If he wanted to practice with my team, then he would get the whole bloody experience.
“Right o’ Captain!” he said as he flew off to practice with the chasers, who stared at him in confusion for a moment, until he said something to them, which they nodded to and passed him the Quaffle.
I tried to fight the smile that was creeping onto my face. He might have been a right bugger, but at least he understood Quidditch authority.
A/N: Yeah I know, no Oliver and no Roger. What kind of story is this? But it was a cute and slightly important filler chapter… okay, it really wasn’t that important, but it did show you a bit more of Alex’s personality. And if you think an entirely different character just waltzed in and claimed the title of lead, don’t worry. Alex has two personalities, and not in the psycho, crazy killer kind. She is really nice and whatnot off the Pitch, and really forward and aggressive on it. You’ll begin to see these two sides start to mix as the story develops. After all, nothing says competition like a love triangle.
Also, since this chapter was completely pointless and a bit too short… not that I write long chapters, but I digress. I shall be starting the next one as soon as I push the submit button. So it will probably be up by Saturday, because I have an appointment tomorrow, and what not. Tomorrow if I get time. But it will be up by the end of this weekend, and as an added bonus, I will put both Roger and Oliver in it, but only if you review!!! ;) Come on it makes me happy! Review for the cute little brother. And I tried hard since I am the youngest and I have no idea what the interactions with a little bro is like. ANYWAY I SHALL SHUT UP NOW! REVIEW!!!
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