Okay so it's the weekend, which means Quiddich try-outs, only one problem;
i'm going to be in a sports bra in front of the entire team.Of course sometimes
you have to look at the possitives only this time i can't remember what the
possitives are so i would say i was pretty much screwed, remember that phrase
grin and bear it yeah i think it's a load of bull 'cause right now i don't think
i can mannage to grin it's more of a grimmace. Yep a full on grimmace, it
actually looks like i'm in physical pain, which i'm sure is probably going to
happen at practice, one thing's for sure i'm well and truly fucked.
The walk to the pitch reminds me of those muggle movies when you see people walking to the gallows, i wonder if those people feel this much dread, i feel really sorry for those people, right now i would rather be in detention with slughorn, even though
i can't stand the walrus at least i wouldn't have to show him any part of my body.Yes
i would definatley rather spend time with the walrus, but i still want to be on the team
so maybe i could fake coming down with an illness after practice you know really bad flu, braking a leg or with any luck i might actually brake a leg but one musn't hope to much.
Entering the pitch the first thing i notice is Sirius smirking at me, yes the bastard is
actually finding this funny. I don't get to do much about it though because at that very
moment my dearly beloved cousin lines us up to start the try-outs. I was always a good beater, anything with a bat in, i always excelled at, so it was no surprise to me that i made the team, what surprised me was the team standing waiting for me to take my top off, sports bra or not that's just perverted.
Pulling my top over my head in a fast motion, the first thing i hear are wolf whistles,
the second off course is my loving cousin shouting about tattoes, now you may be
wondering what exactly he's talking about, well on the right side of my stomach i have
a huge tattoe of little flowers on a vine wich goes round to my back to wrap around
the tattoo on the lower bit of my back that says angel.
"What the fuck" he screams "when the hell did you do that to your body, you realise
they won't come off, does your dad even know because i think i should tell him, off
course it's for your own good."
He starts babbling towards the end, which let me tell you is the funniest thing i
have ever seen, so naturally i start laughing, which i think has pissed him of even
further so congrats to me i guess.
"Actually jimmy dear, daddy was the one who paid for the tattoes, so he probably
won't mind so much, and yeah i know they won't come off, despite popular belief i really am not stupid" i say in return trying to hold back a smirk.
Of course just because my father paid for them and was happy about the tattoos, doesn't mean my bitch of a mother was, hell she screamed for hours, at me and my dad, but i think most of it went over our heads really because it was really rather funny,
she turned purple from the shouting quite a feat i think, really me and my dad deserve
meddals for how much we pissed her off.
"Riiiight like i believe that, anyway back to practice, everyone on your brooms an into
formation Q now please while we're still young" he shouts to the team.
"Asshole" i mutter under my breath as i climb on my broom and kick of from the ground.
"And Sel i heard that" james shouts to me.
Great now the prick has amazing hearing, i really should brake my leg or better yet,
brake his leg, less pain for me.
Wow jimmy is quite scary when it comes to quiddich, i new i should of broken my leg or something hey with any luck the bludger's might do it for me, or maybe i could fake
falling of my broom, sounds like a good idea but the ground looks prttey far away to me so that's out of the question. Oh fuck it i can block out the noise and just get on with practice.
When i thought practice was going to be brutal, i was underestimating, he had us up in the air for a while, hitting bludger's around, throwing the quaffle, quite like anormal
practice and them he had us jogging, doing sit-ups and press-ups, so it might not come as a surprise to many people that i think i may have just lost about 10 stone in weight.I also have amazing stomach muscles and am pretty sure i'm dead.
So at the moment i'm dripping sweat, yep actually fucking dripping in sweat, my muscels ache and i have a need to strangle my cousin, though right now i'm not sure if i can actually lift my arm let alone hit anyone or strangle my phsycho of a cousin. I actually think i'm gonna crawl back to the castle, or maybe sleep in the locker rooms, i mean it can't be that uncomfortable to sleep on a bench, oh look Sirius yeah i'll use him, his laps like a pillow.
"well someone looks tired, c'mon lets get you to the castle" he says lifting me into his
arms and heading out the door, i must say he is incredibly comfortable, and smells incredible.Maybe i'm dreaming yep that's gotta be it, well goodnight if i must dream then this dream is pretty amazing.
That really was an amazing dream, i stretch roll over and land with a crash on the floor, yes my sence of distance in a bed astounds me, it really does, normally on my feet or on a broom i'm quite gracefull, yet when in bed i really am clumsy.
"ouch, that wasn't a good idea" i mumble into the floor as i pull myself up, and then i
realise my muscles hurt like hell, in fact i'm aching all over the place, stupid quidich
maniac of a cousin, he should be put in azkaban, this is torture.
I turn around to see Nicky staring at me with amusement in her eyes, and something close to curiosity.
"If your wondering, you were practically unconcious last night, and Sirius brung you back from the pitch, do you have something to tell me about you and a certain Mr.Black" she asks slyly. Well now i know where the curiosity came from. It really wasn't a dream then.
"Nothing is going on between me and Sirius, we're just friends" i reply without hesitation, though sometimes i wonder what it would be like to actually be with Sirius but then i remember that he's my cousin's best friend and a bit of a whore.
" Sure, thing hun whatever you say" she says as she gets up and heads to the door looking back at me once to wink before opening the door and heading down stairs. Me and Sirius are just friends. I mean sure he's actractive, and quite a good guy and those butterfly's of course and the blushes but that all it is we're just friends, right? Right.
Yeah, Nicky must be high or something, because there is deffinatley nothing going on between me and Sirius, though i will admit he would look fine without his clothes on, but that's only because he's really good looking, Yeah Nicky's fucking with me whatever she sees going on is a fantasy in her head, oh well better get dressed.
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