𝑵𝒆𝒃𝒖𝒍𝒂 - 𝑾𝑻𝑴

1.13 Flying Balls and Objects

(Outside in the courtyard, daytime. Oliver, Harry Juniper appear, carrying a trunk. They put it down.)

"QUIDDITCH" James yells

Oliver: Why are you here exactly Juniper?

Juniper: To learn.

Oliver: Ah okay, Quidditch is easy enough to understand. Each time has seven players. Three Chasers, two Beaters, one Keeper and a Seeker. That's you. There are three kinds of balls. (picks up a red one) This one's called the Quaffle. Now, the chasers handle the Quaffle and try to put it through one of those three hoops. (Points to the hoops in the Quidditch pitch in the distance.) The keeper, that's me, defends the hoops. (throws ball to Harry) With me so far?

Harry: (throws back) I think so. What are those? (points to two squirming chained down balls.)

Oliver: Juniper, you better take this. (hands Juniper a small bat. He bends down and releases one ball. With an angry growl, it flies off into the air. The three watch it.) Careful now, it's coming back. (The balls comes whizzing down, and Juniper cracks at it with the bat. The ball soars off through a statue, surprisingly without damaging it.) Not bad, Potter. You'd make a fair Beater. 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.)

"Good arm June" Sirius says

Harry: What was that?!

Oliver: Bludger. Nasty little buggers. But you are a Seeker. And the only thing I want you to worry about is this. The Golden Snitch. (hands Harry a walnut sized golden ball.)

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 keeps an eye on it.)

Harry: Woah!

"HE"S JUST TOO GOOD" James yellsk

(In Professor Flitwick's class. Filtwick is very short, and is standing on a bunch of books to make up for his stature and to see his class.)

Flitwick: One of a wizard's most rudimentary skills is levitation, or the ability to make objects fly. Uh, do you have your feathers? (Hermione raises hers.) Good. Now, uh, don't forget the nice wrist movement we've been practicing. Hmm? The swish and flick. Everyone.

All (Including Flitwick): The swish and flick.

Flitwick: Good. Oh, and enunciate. Wingardium Leviosa. Off you go, then.

(The class begin to enunciate and doing the movements on their feathers)

Draco: Wingardium Levio-saaa.

All: Wingardium Leviosa.

Ron: Wingardrium Leviosar! (He waves his wand really fast numerous times because he thinks the spell didn't work. Hermione stops him.)

Hermione: No, stop, stop, stop! You're going to take someone's eye out. Besides, you're saying it wrong. It's Levi-o-sa, not Leviosar.

Ron: You do it, then, if you're so clever. Go on, go on.

(Hermione straightens up and swishes her wand.)

Hermione: Wingardium Leviosa. (The feather glows and lifts up.)

Flitwick: Oh, well done! See here, everyone, Miss Granger's done it! Oh, splendid!

(Ron puts his head on his books dejectedly. Seamus begins swishing at his feather.)

Seamus: Wingard Leviose. Wingar-

(An almighty explosion flashes. Flitwick gasps, as Ron and Hermione turn to the source of the explosion)

Flitwick: Woaaahhh! Ooh.

(We see that Seamus is charred again with his feather, now smoldering to ashes.)\

Harry and Juniper: I think we're going to need another feather over here, Professor.

(Neville, Juniper, Harry, Ron and Seamus are walking through a courtyard with other students all around.)

Ron: (mimicking Hermione) "It's Levioooosa, not Leviosaaaar." (normal voice) She's a nightmare, honestly! No wonder she hasn't got any friends!

(Hermione rushes past Ron, hugging her books and sniffling in tears.)

"RON!"

"I'm sorry Mum, I've already apologized"

"It's all okay Mrs.Weasley"

Harry: I think she heard you.

Juniper: Ron that was an arse thing to say. She was just trying to help you and now you've made her cry. Good going. (she turns and walks away, whispering "dick" under her breath)

"THAT'S MY DAUGHTER!" Lily yells

(Hermione disappears into the crowd, deeply hurt by Ron's words.)

A/N: Happy Easter