COVENTINA LET OUT, a sighed, it was the twenty five letters of poem that Black had sent her. She felt like ripping her hair off her head but she would never do that. She sighed and opened the letter.
My love for you is as strong as the stars, For your heart is so bright I can see them from afar. From the depths of my soul I call your name, For you are like the sun that lights up this darkest flame.
"Damn, he is more poetic than me!" Barty gasp in disbelief.
Your eyes are like the forest, green and deep,
Your smile is like a song, so sweet and soft to keep.
My heart is at ease when I hear your voice, it gives me peace.
My love for you is like the moon, shining bright in the night,
For you are my guiding star, the one who makes things right.
"Awww!"
"Why can't you do that?!" A Gryffindor girl pout as she glare at her boyfriends.
"Alright, I will try my best."
Your laugh is like a melody, so sweet to hear,
My heart skips a beat when I think of you my dear.
"He gain his brain from Remi." James said, "What? I am smart too!" Sirius pout.
"Huh.." Sirius glare at Regulus.
"You too?!"
I'm in awe of your beauty, your spirit and your grace,
For you are one of a kind, and I can never replace.
My love for you will always be true,
My heart belongs to you, and only to you.
-Antares Black
"Does that mean I can break it?" She wonder curiously. "Very funny." Anastacius rolled his eyes.
"I tried too."
"Well atleast, he have taste." Aelora shrugged.
As the owls flooded into the GreatHall as usual, everyone’s attention was caught at once by a long thin package carried by six large screech owls.
Coventina was just as interested as everyone else to see what was in this large parcel and was amazed when the owls soared down and dropped it right in front of her, knocking his
bacon to the floor.
They had hardly fluttered out of the way when another owl dropped a letter on top of the parcel.
She ripped open the letter first,
which was lucky, because it said,
DO NOT OPEN THE PARCEL AT THE TABLE.
It contains your new Nimbus Two Thousand, but I don’t want everybody knowing you’ve got a broomstick or they’ll all want one. Oliver Wood will meet you tonight on the Quidditch pitch at seven o’clock for your first training session.
- Professor M. McGonagall
"I always know, you love us so much!" Sirius smirk.
"Why us?" Marlene raise a brow.
"Because Antares also have Nimbus Two Thousand in a box with the same type of letter as Coventina." Remina replied.
"Oh."
"A Nimbus Two Thousand!’ Ron moaned enviously. "I’ve never
even touched one." Coventina clenched her hand in anger.
"If I don't kill him, I will go crazy." She thought.
"That brat is getting on my nerve!"
"H-he is just a kid," Arthur tells protectively.
"Well this kid of yours, need manners!" Walburga continued after Euphemia.
"Scary." Regulus, Sirius, James, Fleamont and Orion thought simultaneously.
As seven o’clock drew nearer, Coventina left the castle and set off
towards the Quidditch pitch in the dusk. She’d never been inside the stadium before.
Hundreds of seats were raised in stands around the pitch so that the spectators were high enough to see
what was going on.
At either end of the pitch were three golden poles with hoops on the end.
Coventina mounted her broomstick and kicked off from the ground. What a feeling, she swooped in and out of the goalposts and then sped up and down the pitch.
The Nimbus Two Thousand turned wherever she wanted at her lightest touch. "Hey, Potter, come down!"
Oliver Wood had arrived. He was carrying a large wooden crate under his arm. Coventina landed next to him. "Very nice," said Wood, his eyes glinting.
"I see what McGonagall meant ... you really are a natural. I’m just going to
teach you the rules this evening, then you’ll be joining team practice three times a week." Coventina smirked.
"I couldn't be any prouder!" James sobs dramaticly.
"Same, Jamie! Same!" Sirius joins in while Remina and Marlene looked at each other.
"What sin have we done?" They thought.
"Quidditch is easy enough to understand, even if it’s not too easy to play. There are seven players on
each side. Three of them are called Chasers."
"Three Chasers," Coventina repeated, as Wood took out a bright red ball about the size of a football.
"This ball’s called the Quaffle," said Wood.
"The Chasers throw the Quaffle to each other and try and get it through one of the hoops to score a goal. Ten points every time the Quaffle goes through one of the hoops. Follow me?"
"The Chasers throw the Quaffle and put it through the hoops to score," Coventina nodded, she have always took her work seriously.
"That's good." Lily smile, she proud of her daughter, she wonder in which house she originally would have been in.
Slytherin or Ravenclaw?
'Not Slytherin,' She wished bitterly.
"Now, there’s another player on each side who’s called the Keeper – I’m Keeper for Gryffindor. I have to fly around our hoops and stop the other team from scoring." He explained.
"Three Chasers, one Keeper," said Coventina. "And they play with the Quaffle. OK, got that. So what are they for?" She pointed at the three balls left inside the box.
Many who did not understand quidditch started to listen curiously,
the boy seem to know how to explain
it very well.
"I’ll show you now," said Wood. ‘Take this."He handed Coventina a small club, a bit like a rounders bat.
"I’m going to show you what the Bludgers do," Wood said.
"These two are the Bludgers." He showed Coventina two identical balls, jet black and slightly smaller than the red Quaffle.
She noticed that they seemed to be
straining to escape the straps holding them inside the box.
"I would hate to be hit by that." Lucius mutters.
"Stand back," Wood warned her. He bent down and freed one of the
Bludgers.
At once, the black ball rose high in the air and then pelted straight at Coventina’s face. She swung at it with the bat to stop it breaking her nose and sent it zig-zagging away into the air – it zoomed around their heads and then shot at Wood, who dived on
top of it and managed to pin it to the ground.
"See?" Wood panted, forcing the struggling Bludger back into the crate and strapping it down safely.
"What I see is how dangerous, it could be to be hit that this." Coventina point out seriously.
"I hate to say this, but I agree with her." Fleamont says. He love quidditch, every Potter were in love with quidditch but they also know how dangerous it is.
"The Bludgers rocket around trying to knock players off their brooms. That’s why you have two Beaters on each team. The Weasley twins are ours – it’s their job to protect their side from the Bludgers and try and knock them towards the other team. So – think you’ve got all that?"
"Three Chasers try and score with
the Quaffle; the Keeper guards the goalposts; the Beaters keep the Bludgers away from their team," Coventina nodded.
"Very good," said Wood. "Have the Bludgers ever killed anyone?" She asked curiously.
"Never at Hogwarts. We’ve had a couple of broken jaws but nothing worse than that. Now, the last member of the team is the Seeker. That’s you. And you don’t have to worry about the Quaffle or the Bludgers-"
"The Weasleys are more than a match for the Bludgers – I mean, they’re like a pair of human Bludgers themselves."
Wood reached into the crate and
took out the fourth and last ball. Compared with the Quaffle and the Bludgers, it was tiny, about the size of a large walnut. It was bright gold and had little fluttering silver wings.
"The golden snitch!!!"
"The most beautiful thing in the world world." Sirius exclaim.
Remine clear her throat.
"After my Moony and pups."
"This," said Wood, ‘is the Golden Snitch, and it’s the most important ball of the lot. It’s very hard to catch because it’s so fast and difficult to see. It’s the Seeker’s job to catch it."
"You’ve got to weave in and out of the Chasers, Beaters, Bludgers and Quaffle to get it before the other team’s Seeker, because which ever Seeker catches the Snitch wins his team an extra hundred and fifty
points, so they nearly always win."
"That’s why Seekers get fouled
so much. A game of Quidditch only ends when the Snitch is caught, so it can go on for ages – I think the record is three months, they had to keep bringing on substitutes so the players
could get some sleep. "
"Well, that’s it – any questions?n
She shook her head. She understood what she had to do all right,
"We won’t practise with the Snitch yet"’ said Wood, carefully shutting it back inside the crate. "It’s too dark, we might lose it. Let’s try you out with a few of these."
"Wow, it's sound easy to say but diffult to do." Marlene said.
"I could teach you." Rabastan suggested hesitately.
"You would? That would be amazing!" She smiles.
"You are amazing." He thought.
He pulled a bag of ordinary golf balls out of his pocket, and a few minutes later, he and Conventina were up in the air, Wood throwingthe golf balls as hard as he could in every direction for Coventina to catch.
Coventina didn’t miss a single one, and Wood was delighted. After
half an hour, night had really fallen and they couldn’t carry on.
"She is really good at it." Lily smile, "As long as she does not get it." She adds.
"That Quidditch Cup’ll have our name on it this year," said Wood happily as they trudged back up to the castle. "I wouldn’t be surprised if you turn out better than Charlie Weasley, and he
could have played for England if he hadn’t gone off chasing dragons."
"Dragon?" Arthus smile. "Dragon!" Bill repeated.
The scene shift, Conventina was with Anastacius and Aelora in front of the forbidden corridors third floor in front of a door.
"No please."
"I put the blame on you, James!" Lily says. "What? Why?" He asked.
"Potter luck." He stay quiet at those two words.
"I would love to see that dear Cerberus copy cat." Coventina smiled as she opened the door to be greet by a sleeping three head dog.
"W-wow, it's really like in the book but less terrifying." Aelora said.
Coventina walked toward it slowly to not wake it up. "What are you doing?" Aelora called out lowly.
"Shhhh." Coventina replied, she gently lay her hand on the three-head dog.
"Your daughter is being crazy!" Evan exclaimed.
"Touching that thing! Really!?" Frank gulped.
Fleamont watch carefully, he observes the way his grand-daughter was being with the dog.
"Do not get hurt." James thought protectively.
"No, she is too young to die! Wahh..." Sirius grips on Remina's arm gently.
"Carefull," Anastacius whispered gently while looking at the door, the dog was guarding.
Coventina slowly took some furr of the animal and place it in a bocal. She smirked, "Good boy, stay quiet." She whispered.
"Let's go."
In the end, they made their way
out of the third floor safely.
Many sigh out relievely.
"Ah." Fleamont smile, James who notice it have conclude that his father know something.
"It was standing on something." Anastacius state.
"But on what?" Aelora asked.
"We will know soon."
"Do anything but don't get hurt." Alice said softly.
"I agree." The women agreed.
"My god-daughter/daughter/grand-daughter is amazing." Three
men said.
All ignoring the old man that was nervous and yet still being arrogant.