Chapter #4Cho Chang sweaty, and tired. by: Mr. George   The Quidditch Pitch was busy, as both Ravenclaw and Gryffindor wanted to practice in preparation for the first match. Ravenclaw had been flying all morning, as Cho spotted the huddle of Gryffindor students leaving the castle.
She had mixed feelings, as she saw Harry's mop of wild hair in the midst. Her thighs were aching from clenching tightly around her broom, and her face was streaked with grim from the rain, and the splashes of mud from low flying.
Gesturing to the approaching students and then to the ground, the team circled in a well-organised descent ready to surrender the ground to the Gryffindors. With Harry as the captain, she suspected Ron would 'earn' his place as the keeper. Looking around the stands, she wasn't surprised to see Hermione Granger, an impervious spell keeping the drizzling rain from her and the book in her lap.
When Hermione saw her glance, she waved and smiled, as she lead her team off to get changed.
She changed quickly jamming her Quidditch strip into the bag, and slipping on her regular clothes. Since it was Saturday, there weren't any classes, and she didn't have to wear the school uniform.
Briefly she considered watching them practice, but didn't want to talk to Harry. He just seemed to confuse her. Confuse her emotions....
So as she left the tent, she was almost running to get away... And so she careened into Harry knocking him to the ground.
But he just laughed it off. "You could be a beater, rather than a seeker." he said with a chuckle.
Cho helped him to his feet, and as he picked up his bag, he started cursing.
"What... What is it?" Cho asked, her strong Scottish accent making her sound harsher than she wanted.
"It's my strip... I've forgotten it." he said gruffly.
She knew his anger was directed at himself.
"I've been practising a spell." Cho said, settling a hand on his shoulder. He was turning to race back towards the castle.
As if stung, she withdrew her hand, "It's experimental." she added, Harry's gaze on her hand rather than her face.
"You can borrow mine." Cho offered, her cheeks reddening at her audacity. Pulling it from her bag, tapping it with her wand, she muttered a low incantation, and the yellow and blue shifted. Before Harry's eyes, even the eagle shifted, the stitching dancing before his eyes as it rewove itself into a lion rampant, in gold flecked thread.
It looked like his seeker's kit. Well, at the end of a long practice. The dirt was still intact ingrained into every seam and crevice of the strip.
Harry's head bobbed from side to side, as he weighed up the options. He didn't want to start as Captain by forgetting his strip, and he didn't want to offend Cho either, so reluctantly he took the uniform, and gave Cho his best sincere thanks.
She made her excuses, and darted away. A slightly confused Harry was left outside his tent listening to the building boasts, and concerns seeping out from the various changing tents around him. As the first potential recruits started emerging, he entered his tent to get changed.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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