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Chapter 7 : Taming the Beast that is Quidditch
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Moonlit Meetings
Chapter 7: Taming the Beast that is Quidditch

Saturday morning, eggs and bacon for breakfast, butterflies in stomach and completely no idea what to do next. I sat in my dormitory after breakfast with a huge dilemma in front of me.

“Lily? What should I wear?”

Lily was taken aback by my words. “Sorry?”

Time to let the cat out of the bag. “Well… I’m trying out for the quidditch team,” I told her.

Lily’s face lit up. “Oh, Serena! I’m so proud of you!”

I smiled back, not knowing how to take her sudden outburst. I figured she was probably in the same boat, however, considering I had probably said no more than ten words to her since our first year. “Thanks, Lily. But what should I wear?”

Lily’s smile turned into a thoughtful frown. I bit my bottom lip as I waited for her to answer.

“Well… Maybe just pants instead of the skirt?” she said, shrugging. “You know how those boys get.”

I laughed, picking up my black pants. “True.”

Lily gathered up her books, telling me she was going to go down to the library. “Good luck!”


I walked into the bathroom, changing my skirt for my pants. Looking in the mirror, I hesitated. Hair up? Or hair down? I pulled my hair back, checking it from a few different angles. French braided? I thought for a moment, and then grabbed two ribbons from my bag which was tucked away under the sink.

It only took me a few minutes to French braid pigtails and tie them with ribbon, but I felt like I needed to rush because of my nervousness. I had to take multiple deep breaths in order to calm myself down as I paced the dormitory a few times, looking out the window at where James and his crew were walking down the lawn to the quidditch pitch.

“Time to go…” I muttered to myself, grabbing my bag (filled with a water bottle, my wand, and other stuff like that) and darting out of my dormitory.

The walk down to the quidditch pitch was almost taxing on my mental health. It felt like everyone was noticing me. Although I knew that was probably an insane notion, for some reason I wouldn’t shake the idea that everyone I passed knew what was going on and was willing me to fail.

By the time I made it to the quidditch pitch my hands were shaking with nervousness and I wasn’t sure if I actually wanted to go through with it.

No, I told myself. You’re bloody doing this if it’s the last thing you do!

I took a breath, walking onto the pitch.

It sure was a sight to see. James was flying above everyone on his broom, shouting for everyone to separate off into groups depending on what they were trying out for.

“Keepers closest to the goal posts to my far right,” he pointed down the pitch where I started walking. “Chasers I want you at the goal posts to my far left, Beaters I want you in the center right below me and Seekers I want you…” He paused for a second, looking around. “I want all the Seekers to go stand next to the equipment shed,” he pointed behind him.

Because of Melvin Dunghary’s absence, the group of students trying out for Keeper was huge compared to the number of kids in the other groups. Personally, I wasn’t aware there were that many Gryffindors interested in quidditch…

James touched down, glancing over to where I stood. He spotted me, giving a smile before walking off. My face flushed pink.

“Alright,” James announced, projecting his voice across the quidditch pitch. “We’re going to take this one step at a time. First you will all get numbers which you will have to wear. Once we give you all numbers I’m going to need you to group up with all of the people that are wearing the same number as you.”

He started walking around, handing out numbers to all of the Chasers. Sirius moved over to the Beaters, handing numbers out there. Casper Gerald, a wicked awesome Seeker who was a seventh year, handed numbers out within the Seeker group, and Andy Martin (the seventh year team Manager) handed out numbers within my group, the Keepers.

“Thank you,” I said to her when she handed me a number.

“Good luck,” she smiled, moving onto the next hopeful.

I looked at my number, two pieces of cardboard that were held together with pieces of string. Both sides of the cardboard showed a large red 7. I smiled, remembering that 7 was Tyler’s favorite number and had been his number on the Ravenclaw quidditch team.

“Now, everyone find their group!” James hollered, making his way up into the bleachers with Andy, Sirius, and Casper.

The four of them sat in a cluster in the middle of the bleachers, looking down at us with parchment on their laps.

I looked around, trying to find the other sevens. It took a bit, but finally I found my group.

Myself, a scared-looking third year named Kyle Rouge, and a confident and broad-shouldered seventh year named Orion Scott.

Blake Vernon, a tall, blonde haired sixth with blue eyes and set-on-the-prize eyes. Along with Abigail Stripee, another fifth year with fiery red hair and a charismatic personality.

Georgie Free, a wide-eyed fourth year with about as much experience under his belt as Remus (which is none).

Dannie Mock, a slender and beautiful blonde (fifth year) with a mouth like a cannon and a personality like a rocket.

After I met my teammates, the noise around us started dying down and James cleared his throat to get everyone’s attention. “Here’s how it’s going to work. I know you all have two or three Keepers, but that’s just the way it’s going to go. Each team will compete with another in a Mock Match, and the judges,” he gestured to himself and the three next to him, “will score you based on your form, your ending score, and how well you do in general.” He paused for a second, making eye contact with me before looking away. “Those of you that we feel are a good possibility will come back after dinner for call-backs.”

Sirius stood up as well, projecting his voice, “The first match will be between groups number 1 and 7.”

My stomach felt like it was going to jump out of my body; it was flying around so much. I remembered what James had told me during training and took a deep breath, relaxing my body.

Andy stood up next, holding her parchment and a quill as Sirius finished speaking, “Everyone else needs to clear the field and make their way onto the bleachers on the other side of the pitch. Each of you will be given a standard broomstick to keep things fair.”

James waved his wand, pulling enough brooms out of the equipment shed, laying them in the middle of the field. As everyone else made their way off the field, the rest of us grabbed brooms, making our way to our designated sides of the field.

“Group number 1; state your names and positions for the record.” Andy hollered across the pitch.

“Rune Andrews: Seeker.” (Seventh year)

“Anne Marbory: Chaser.”(Fifth year)

“Turner Marks: Chaser.” (Fifth year)

“Beater, Charles Crossing.” (Seventh year)

“Keeper, Scotty Underwood.” (Seventh year)

“Helena Green: Keeper.” (Fourth year)

“Josh Gibson: Keeper.” (Third year)

“Bree Fern: Keeper.” (Seventh year)

Andy finished writing, looking up at my side of the pitch. “Group number 2; state your names and positions.”

I turned to the others, waiting to see who would go first. Orion stepped forward, shoulders back and head held high.

“Orion Scott: Keeper.” He said proudly.

Kyle went next, since he was standing next to Orion. “Kyle Rouge: Keeper.”

“Keeper,” I said in my best I-Know-I’m-The-Best voice. “Serena Colton.”

I watched Sirius (who had sat back down) scoot forward on the bleachers, peering over the rim to find out where my voice had come from. Even though he was far away, I could still see his lips part in shock before he slumped back down again, faking boredom. James noticed this and smirked, rubbing his face in an attempt to hide his amusement.

Blake stepped forward next. “Blake Vernon, perspective Chaser.”

Abigail opened her mouth but nothing came out. Her cheeks started to grow pink as Blake stared down at her. Georgie, who stood on the other side of her, elbowed her in the side. “Ab-Abigail Stripee, Ch-Chaser…”

Andy smiled down from the bleachers with encouragement, knowing how hard something so small could be for some people. Considering she had been in attendance at every Gryffindor quidditch try-out since her first year (in which she only attended with moral support for her older sister, three years graduated), she understood the pressure Abigail was under. (Especially since one of the Chaser spots was already filled by the one and only James Potter.)

“Georgie Free,” the next boy said, yelling up to Andy who started scribbling again. “Beater.”

And last but not least… “Seeker Dannie Mock, ma’am.”

“Thank you,” Andy chuckled, taking her seat.

James, without even looking off Andy’s sheet, stood again, projecting his voice once more. “Everyone up. Starting Keepers will be Helena Green and Orion Scott. Sirius…”

Sirius pulled out his wand, opening up the chest holding the game balls. The Snitch flew out first, darting around the players as I watched from the ground, standing with Kyle, the other Keeper for my team. Next came the Bludgers, and then Sirius unlocked the Quaffle, which he shot off into the air as the game began.



I tried not to pay attention to how well Orion guarded the rings, though the little green demon on my shoulder seemed to start making a list of all the things about him that made Orion that guy for the job. And something in the back of my mind kept prodding at me saying that I had no chance, until Orion missed a shot made by one of the other players, Anne. Then it said “Okay… You have little to no chance.”

“Kyle Rouge, you’re up!” James hollered.

Orion snarled, touching back down onto the ground as he watched Kyle hobble onto his broom, slowly ascending toward the goal posts.

“I totally had it,” Orion muttered under his breath.

I wanted to say something to comfort him, but I realized that he wasn’t really my teammate at all; he was the guy standing in between me and a place on the team. So I just bite my lip, looking up at where Kyle flew, guarding the three goals. And for a scared-looking third-year, I had grossly underestimated him, and apparently so had Orion.

“Bloody hell!” Orion cursed, stomping on the ground in annoyance. “Where did that come from?”

I turned around, looking up at James who was watching Kyle with interest. His mouth twitched into an impressed smile as he nodded, writing something down on his parchment.

“Crap…” I muttered, looking back up at Kyle.

“Helena, switch out with Josh Gibson.” James ordered once Helena had missed a goal. She had been sloppy, but it hadn’t mattered much because Blake and Abigail hadn’t quite gotten the hang of working together yet. Once Josh got into the goal though, it seemed the two of them had worked out a system. Unfortunately the other team’s Beater had also figured out a plan. It was called kamikaze.

I followed a Bludger with my eyes, watching Charles, the other team’s Beater, swing and connect with the ball, sending it straight at Kyle, who took it right in the stomach, knocking him through one of the hoops. Even though Kyle regained control of his broom, it was obvious he was going to be out-of-order, per say.

“Colton, you’re up!” James called from the bleachers.

I fumbled with my broom for a second, but I made up for lost time by speeding up to the goal posts, just barely blocking a shot as I positioned myself between the three.

The world looked different from up there, sitting in front of the goal posts on the quidditch pitch. For some reason it was louder because of the shouting team members, but yet it also held an eerie silence as I tried to remember what James had taught me. By now I was well aware that I wasn’t going to get any special treatment, and if I wanted to get on the team then it was all up to me now.

Abigail and Blake rushed the goal; Blake took the Quaffle, faking out the other team’s Keeper, dropping the ball down to Abigail who scored in the far left hoop. I smiled at their teamwork, noting that they both had a fair chance of at least making it onto the reserve team.

It probably wasn’t the best idea to keep tabs on my team, however, because when I focused my attention back onto my side of the field I noticed that Georgie was having a hard time keeping both Anne and Turner on their side of the field, and Turner had slipped past and was now rushing toward me at an alarming speed.

I took a breath, adjusting my grip on the broom. “Bring it…” I muttered, watching him dart from side to side.

Turner tried to keep even, but he also took the left turn a bit faster like he was contemplating when would be the best time to dart around me. I smirked inwardly, hovering a little over to the right so he would make a break for it. And just like I thought he would, Turner kept to his left, charging. I dove to my right, cutting him off and grabbing the Quaffle as he dove down in an attempt not to crash into me.

I took a moment to glance over at the judges’ area, smirking when I noticed James’s contentment and Sirius’s disbelief. My eyes trailed back off to the pitch as I threw the Quaffle to Blake, who had flown back when he realized Turner had the ball.

“Nice job!” He shouted as he caught the ball.

I smiled back at him, giving a nod of thanks. He made his way back to the other side of the field, passing to Abigail who fumbled and dropped it. Blake managed to swoop down and come back up, scoring when the Keeper was too busy laughing at Abigail.

“Josh Gibson, switch with Bree Fern!” James called out, leaning over the bleacher’s railing.

After a minute or so more of play, the Quaffle came my way and I was able to bash down Anne’s attempt at a goal by swinging the back of my broomstick into the Quaffle like a baseball bat, sending it all the way down the pitch and into Blake’s waiting arms, scoring a goal on Bree who didn’t have a chance.

“Bree, you’re out!” James yelled. “Helena, you’re back in!”

After another ten minutes of dodging Bludgers and hitting the Quaffle away from the goal posts, I was getting pretty annoyed that our Seeker, Dannie, didn’t seem to be getting any close to finding the Golden Snitch.


I smirked. Guess I was wrong.

Everyone clapped (except for the other team, who hoped it wouldn’t hurt their chances of making the team), and my team touched down to the ground, clasping each other on our backs and giving high fives.

“Good job, everyone.” James said, standing up again. “You are all free to go, but are welcome to stay and watch groups 3 and 5 duke it out for whatever remaining spots there may or may not be.”

Andy stood up next, pressing her wand against her throat to project her voice across the quidditch pitch. “And for those of you who are going to go back to studying, as I know you all do, a list will be posted into the common room fifteen minutes before dinner with the names of those welcome to come back for the second round!”



Once I made it back to my dormitory I let out a relieved breath of air, flopping down onto my four-poster bed, a grin slapped onto my flushed face.

“It went well, I presume?” Lily asked, walking into the dormitory. She walked over to her bed, which was two over from mine, and dropped her books onto the floor at the end of it. “You seem to be in a better mood than when I saw you this morning.”

“Yeah,” I smiled. “It went pretty good.” I rolled over on my bed, kicking off my shoes. “But I still won’t know if I’m actually any good until dinnertime tonight.”

Lily bit her lip for a moment, thinking about something. “I went down to the pitch to see if I could see you and, if my memory serves me correct, you were really terrific.”

I smiled, hugging myself. “Yeah? You really think so?”

Lily raised an eyebrow, sitting down on her bed. “I didn’t think you were the kind of girl that needs someone to give her a gold star on her homework, Serena.”

I chuckled, shrugging. “Never have been, that’s for sure. I guess I’m just nervous. It’s the first time in a really long time that I’ve wanted something this bad.”

“Well,” she replied, giving me a warm smile. “Even though James is a jerk, he really does know what he’s doing when it comes to the quidditch team. I’m sure if you want it as much as you say you do, that he’ll take notice of that.”

I chuckled to myself. “Yeah I believe that…” I muttered with a smile. I thought for a minute, and then flipped over onto my back, staring up at the ceiling. “Do you know what time it is?”

“Probably about 4 by now,” Lily decided after a moment, grabbing a novel off the trunk at the end of her bed, flipped open to the bookmarked page. “Why?”

“No reason,” I told her, hopping up from my bed. “I think I’m going to go for a walk, sitting around like this is driving me insane.”

“Take your book,” Lily said looking up at me over her novel. “It always seemed to keep you Zen in the past.”

I chuckled. “Yeah, books do that.” I went over to my end table, grabbing the newest addition to my werewolf collection that I had picked up from the library yesterday evening after Drill-Sergeant Potter was done with me.

“I’ll wait for you if you want to walk down to the Great Hall together.”

Caught off guard, my mouth flapped open and closed a couple times before I managed to get my brain working again. A friend?

“Uh y-yeah, that sounds great.” I told her, giving a small smile.

“Okay, have fun on your walk.”

“Yeah…” I muttered, slipping my shoes back on and leaving the dormitory.

Was that what it was like? Having someone who wants to spent time with you? My mind was whirling as I walked through the common room, a smile spreading across my face. Remind me again why I don’t like relationships with people?

Maybe it was my imagination, but it seemed that I practically skipped the rest of the way down to the Hogwarts doors, which I pushed open, a warm fall breeze wrapping around my body. I took a deep breath, exhaling softly as I made my way off the beaten path and onto the grass.

It didn’t take long until I was down by the lake, and I was happy to find I was the only one there, so my favorite spot underneath the giant oak tree was completely free for me. I took a moment to admire the fall scenery then opened up my book to where I had left off.

She was alone. Utterly and completely alone. And fantastically so, for she understood the consequences of being around people in her state; her sad and yet so majestic state. This world of wonder that she had always dreamed of was finally hers, but she had soon come to realize how mistaken she had been. There was nothing good about this world, and she now had no escape from it.

“Jane,” a voice called. “Jane where are you?”

“No…” Jane whispered, trying to fight the urge to run to her and wrap her arms around her sister and tell her everything was going to be okay.

But how could she promise such lies to her darling little sister? How could she hug Clabella and tell her that everything was going to be okay when she knew it would not be?

I stopped reading. How was this supposed to make me Zen? Reading about Jane and Clabella was just making me depressed.

I looked toward the lake, putting the book down beside me. At least everything out here was peaceful.

“Hey, Serena.”

Or so I thought.

I looked up, my eyes locking with the gray eyes of one Sirius Black. He had his normal composure, hands in pockets, hair a beautiful mess, and expression un-readable as ever. Nothing about him even pointed to that emotion-distraught boy I saw in the hallways a couple days ago.

“Hey,” I replied, watching him for a second before the eye contact started to make me uncomfortable, forcing me to look away. I fidgeted for a second before grabbing my book and standing up. “Where’s James?”

A muscle in his cheek twitched, but he kept his composure. “Probably back with Andy,” he said smoothly. “You know how it is.”

I raised an eyebrow, wondering what Sirius was talking about. “How what is?”

Sirius shrugged, turning to face the lake. “You know. Late night quidditch talks and such.”

I wanted to ask him what he meant by “and such,” but as my cheeks flushed pink, I seemed to have lost all motor controls for my mouth.

“Anyway,” he said after a minute, still not looking at me. “I just wanted to say how I thought you did a really good job at try-outs today. I never knew you played quidditch.”

“Well…” I mumbled, “I guess it’s a recent thing.”

“Recent?” Sirius’s eyebrows shot up as he turned to look at me. “Are you kidding me?”

I shut my mouth. Did James want me to keep that a secret? I decided it was best if I kept it a secret just incase. “Uhm…” I started, looking down at the grass. “You know how it is. It feels pretty recent. I mean it’s not like I’ve been doing this since I was little.”

It wasn’t completely a lie. I mean it did feel recent (and it was), and for the most part it all depended on what you called “little” or “playing quidditch.” I didn’t exactly play in the air when I was younger, so it really couldn’t count as playing quidditch. More like playing basketball with a common broom in my hand and three goals to defend. Yeah, it wasn’t really a lie at all.

Sirius nodded, not really knowing what to think of what I had just said. “Well, good job nonetheless. I wish you luck with the list.”

My brow furrowed as I looked back at him. “What do you mean? Aren’t you part of that process?”

Sirius shrugged, pushing his hands deeper in his pockets as he stretched his back. “Well I put in my suggestions already and so did Casper and, for whatever good it does, so did Andy. It’s pretty much just up to James now. I mean he is the captain.”

“Oh,” I replied, bouncing nervously on the balls of my feet. “Okay.”

“Nervous?” Sirius smirked, noting my fidgeting.

I stood still, looking away from him. “Of course not.”

“Don’t be silly, of course you are.” Sirius replied, crossing his arms.

“I’m not,” I repeated firmly.

“It’s okay if you are, you know.”

“But I’m not.”

“But it’s okay if you are,” he repeated, shrugging.

“I’m not a damsel in distress, Black,” I retorted, turning around and starting off toward the castle. “I don’t get nervous over such small things as this.”


I paced around the dormitory with Lily watching me from the window bench.

“I’m so nervous.” I told her, running my fingers through my hair.

“Do you want to go down and wait there?” Lily asked me, chuckling slightly.

“No,” I shook my head. “Because then if it’s not up, it’s just going to drive me even more insane.”

I heard squeals and shouts of anger coming from the common room, which immediately stopped my pacing. Lily looked over at me, a grin spread across her face.

“I think it’s up.”


A/N: Thanks for reading! You guys are all super amazing! :D Keep reading and reviewing and I hope this chapter wasn't too confusing, etc. Keep being amazing, everyone!

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