Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ Girls Can Play Quidditch ❯ Chapter 4 ( Chapter 4 )

DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own Harry Potter or any characters therein. They belong to JK Rowling.

 

 

-A/N- -A/N- Yeah I just completed my first year of college….and boy was it an adventure! Anyway, for all who were inquisitive, Sarra is in her 5th year (same as Oliver)…I'm trying to keep everyone as in-character as possible as well as attempt cannon-ocity with the events, but I'm fairly certain that I won't be very successful. (sorry)

 

I apologize for the delayed updates….I hope that for a while I'll be able to update more regularly.

 

Also, I apologize upfront about the shortish chapter. I intend for them to become a bit more lengthy…

 

Also, also, I might be doing some major revisions so keep on the lookout for those. Please, please, please. Let me know if there is anything amiss! I can rewrite, explain, or whatever! Don't be afraid to give me constructed criticism! I welcome it.

 

Alright… Onward with the story.

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She hoped that she wasn't too terribly late. She would probably kill herself is she was kicked of the team. Sarra Evans lived for Quidditch.

 

Racing out onto the Pitch with her broom in hand she realized that she had been made a fool of, for the second time this term. No one was in the air or on the Pitch at all. There was no one there. “Why would Pucey lie to me?!” She stood in the middle of the Pitch and thought, `No, Pucey wouldn't lie to me…Flint must have put him up to it.' She raced back to the school and made for the Owlery.

 

Picking out a non-descript screech owl, instead of Hedgar (her own great horned owl), she quickly penned out a note to send to her “beloved” captain.

 

`Continue as you are and you will find out exactly what I can do. Don't. Test. Me.' She rolled up the note and tied it to the owl's leg. Sarra opened the window and told the owl that it needn't wait for a reply. As she watched the bird fly off into the night, her own owl, Hedgar, flitted to where she was standing. He nipped at her fingers, and hooted angrily. “Ouch! Hedgar! Here!” Sarra got out a treat and fed it to him. He took the treat he made sure to bite her finger, hoping he drew blood. Jealous? Him? Yeah, he was one jealous, mean-spirited owl.

 

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Oliver Wood could honestly say that he was smitten. He had only known the girl for about four or five weeks and had only spoken with her once, but he was indeed…interested. His eyes scanned the Great Hall during breakfast looking for her auburn hair at the Slytherin table, when he finally found her she was reading “Potions! Everything That You Could Screw Up, But Shouldn't!!” She seemed so out of place there, with the constant sneers and jeers from the Slytherins towards everyone else in the Hall.

 

Sarra seemed like she should be outside under a tree where she could easily look down the dale and see the pitch clearly, so that she could daydream about Quidditch that much more easily. At least that's what he assumed she'd daydream about, he really actually wasn't sure.

 

Yes, Sarra Evans was his kind of girl he thought: smart, witty, and completely in love with Quidditch—again, he wasn't quite sure, thought that was the impression he got from her when he met her that one night. He really should talk to her again, to make sure that his assumptions are correct. “I need to talk to her soon; I don't know how long I can go without knowing anything about her.”

 

As he watched several students get up from their meals and start heading to class he was reminded that the Gryffindor/Slytherin game was coming up, “I'll talk to her later… right now I've got to concentrate on Quidditch, she is the enemy…”

 

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She didn't care for Potions at all, even though she had her mother's knack for them, she just didn't like the subject so much.

 

Today, the class had to choose a potion to brew that included ten out of the fifty mundane plants they were supposed to have written about, a month ago. Once the entire class had more or less halfway succeeded, they were allowed to leave.

 

“I need to have a word with you Miss Evans” Snape was sitting at his desk, shuffling through some papers.

 

“Yes, Professor?” Sarra really wanted to get to the Pitch so that she could practice before the game (in three days)

 

“I would like to ask you if you wouldn't mind being a tutor for a few of my first year students.”

 

“Tutor? Professor, I'm at minimum barely passing your class!”

 

“Only because you don't try, now you will be tutoring Harry Potter at 7:15 after dinner on Wednesdays, and Draco Malfoy at 8 on Thursdays. Understood?”

 

“Whoa, Harry and Malfoy? Sir, you can't be serious! I can't tutor them!” Sarra really couldn't, being related to the wondrous “Boy-Who-Lived” and remembering the interaction with the little blond prat, from the previous evening, tutoring them would end badly for all involved. “Isn't there anyone else? What about Bradford? He's great at Potions, why not use him? Or Haskett, or that one Ravenclaw girl..umm what is her name..Julia something—

 

“Miss Evans….why are you trying to get me to change my mind? They will not bite you, if anything they will be afraid of your incessant rambling, now please…you have your instructions. Report to my office on Wednesday at 4:30 after classes to get their curriculum, be on your way.”

 

“Fine Professor Snape, but if anything terrible happens…it will be on you. Sarra left the dungeons and headed out to the Pitch, where a commotion was arising.

 

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End Ch. 4

 

A/N - so yeah. This was shorter than I wanted, but I needed to post what I had. Is there anything that I need to improve upon, or explain mo' betterah for anyone? If so please let me know in a review!!

 

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