Watching Their Movies

Halloween

{Outside, day time. Oliver and Harry both appear carrying a trunk into the courtyard, Jayson is following carrying two bats.}

Oliver: Quidditch is easy enough to understand. Each time has seven players, 3 chasers, that's you Jayson, 2 beaters, 1 keeper and a seeker. That's you. There are three kinds of balls.

{Oliver opens the trunk, revealing three different kinds of balls, two of them are chained down. He picks up the red one and throws it to Harry.}

Oliver: This one's called the quaffle. Now, the chasers handle the quaffle and try to put it through one of those three hoops. But also you have to watch out for the opposing teams chasers and beaters because they will do everything the can to take the quaffle from you. But when the other team has it, you try and take it from them.

{Points to a faraway Quidditch pitch.}

Oliver: The keeper, that's me, defends the hoops. With me so far?

Harry: Yeah I think so. What are those? {points to two squirming chained down balls.}

Oliver: ...You guys better take these. {Oliver hands them two small bats} Get ready. {He bends down and releases one ball. With an angry growl, it flies off into the air. The three boys watch it.}

Harry: Whoa!

Oliver: Careful now, it's coming back.

{The ball comes whizzing down, Jayson steps up and hits the bludger with all his might at it sending it through the air. The ball comes back and Harry steps up and hits the ball towards a through hole of the statues arms.}

"Wow, you guys can definitely replace the twins as beaters" said Angelina Johnson said in amusement

"Hey" the twins said in disbelief

Oliver: Eh, not bad, Potters, you'd make a fair beaters...Uh-oh.

{The ball zooms down, and Oliver grabs it, wriggling to get it back in the box. He succeeds and is out of breath.}

Harry: What the hell was that?

Oliver: Bludger. Nasty little buggers.

"Oh, don't worry we know." Harry and Jayson said together. The others look at them questionably, "second year"

Oliver: But you, Harry...are a seeker. But the only ball I want you to worry about is this...the Golden Snitch.

{Oliver hands Harry a tiny golden ball, he and Jayson looking at it fascinated.}

Harry: I like this ball.

Oliver: Ah, you like it now. Just wait. It's wicked fast and damn near impossible to see.

Harry: What do I do with it?

Oliver: You catch it...before the other team's seeker. You catch this, the game is over. You catch this, Potter, and we win.

{The ball flutters out two delicate wings and jumps into the air. Harry and Jayson keep an eye on it.}

Harry: Whoa.

Jayson: Awesome.

{Scene: PROFESSOR FLITWICK's class. The teacher is very short, and is standing on a bunch of books.}