𝑻𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒔 ☆ 𝑅𝑜𝑠𝑎𝑙𝑦𝑛 𝑃𝑜𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟

𝑌𝐸𝐴𝑅 𝑂𝑁𝐸 ☆ 7

Oliver Wood was going to teach Harry and Rosalyn about quidditch. At the moment, Harry and Wood were carrying a heavy wooden chest outside and Rosalyn had a bat in her hand, Wood told her they would need it.

"Now quidditch," Wood began. "Is easy enough to understand, each team has seven players. Two beaters, one keeper, three chasers, Rosalyn, you're one of them, and a seeker, that's you Harry." He opened the chest. "There are three kinds of balls," he took out a red ball and threw it to Rosalyn, she caught it immediately. "That one's the quaffle, Rosalyn, you need to, with your fellow chasers, handle the quaffle and try to throw it through one of those three hoops." He indicated to three hoops on the quidditch field, the middle one was taller than the two outside ones. "The keeper, that's me, defends those hoops. With me so far?"

"Yeah," Rosalyn nodded, handing the quaffle back to Wood.

"I think so," Harry said uncertainly. "What are those?" He signalled to the balls that were jumping about in the chest, held down by chains.

"You better take this, Rosalyn, you better use yours." Wood handed a bat he had been carrying to Harry and Rosalyn held hers up.

Wood undid the chains on the ball and it flew up in the air. It disappeared for a second before coming into sight again, Wood warned. "Careful now, it's coming back."

As it got low enough to hit, Harry gave an almighty swing of his bat before hitting it back up again, Rosalyn waited for it before hitting it as well. Wood was impressed, "you might make fine beaters," he looked at it again, it was flying back. "Uh oh," he said before catching it and wrestling it in the chest again.

"What was that?" Harry asked.

"Bludger," Rosalyn said, Fred and George were beaters, she knew some stuff.

"Yes, Rosalyn, a bludger, they're nasty little buggers," Wood said, he was panting and out of breath. "But, Harry, you're a seeker, and all you need to worry about, is this."

He opened a door in the top of the chest, and got a ball from the compartment. It was tiny, gold, and had two little wings. Harry gasped as Wood handed it to him.

"What is it?"

"The golden snitch," Wood answered.

"I like this ball."

"Ah, you might like it now, but wait, it's wicked fast and damn near impossible to even see."

"What do I do with it?"

"You catch it. Before the other seeker. You catch this, our game is over, you catch this, Potter, and we get one hundred and fifty points added on to our score."

Just then, the snitch's wings beat and it flew up in the air, only a few metres, however, and both Harry and Rosalyn knew that it wouldn't be that easy in a real game.

About ten minutes later, they found themselves sitting in Charms. The teacher for this subject was Professor Flitwick and he was quite small. Rosalyn didn't judge him for this, though. They were going to learn a levitating spell, and it was being explained to them right now.

"One of a wizard's most rudimentary skills is levitation, the ability to make objects fly. Do you all have your feathers?"

Rosalyn was sat next to Neville as she and Harry had got there last and took the last available seats. He seemed to be trying to avoid all eye contact with her and she didn't know why.

Harry was next to Seamus and Ron and Hermione were together, Rosalyn grinned at that bit.

Professor Flitwick spoke again. "Don't forget the nice wrist movement we've been practicing, swish and flick, everybody, swish and flick, good, and enunciate, wingardium leviosa! Off you go then."