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Quidditch, the one thing in my life that never lets me down. Well, it does let me down, actually… Especially when we lose, that just sucks. But that’s beside the point. All in all Quidditch rocks the socks off of everything else and that’s that, end of story.

You could say I am one to obsess over such a sport. My grandfather did, my father did, and now me. Of course, my father was a little disappointed that my brother didn’t get into it like I did. He even laughed when I said I wanted to become a pro-league Quidditch player, when I was six years old. After all, in his words, “Who wants a puny little girl on their Quidditch team? You probably couldn’t even ride a broom without getting scared of falling off!”

Lets just say that I was so cut that I slammed the door in his face and swore to be a girly-girl from then on, just to get on his nerves.

Okay, that didn’t happen. But I didn’t speak to him for a week after that, and then totally forgave him when he got me tickets to the next Quidditch match. What are Dad’s for, if not to buy you tickets to things?

To tell you the truth, even though my father was glad that at least one of his kids liked Quidditch, he didn’t want me playing it. If I recall, “If you ever play Quidditch I will disown you”, were a few of his words, except maybe a bit more cursing.

So when I got into the Ravenclaw Quidditch team in my second year, he was shocked as hell. He didn’t speak to me for the next few years, not a letter, not a “I’m glad you’re home after not seeing you for almost a year”, not even a “How’s the Quidditch going?” I think it’s because when he tried out for a professional team, he didn’t get in.

He was in the Hufflepuff Quidditch team when he was at Hogwarts. He always used to show us pictures and bring out the old family heirloom broom. I often thought to myself why he didn’t want me to play it, but he wanted so much for my brother to.

I think it’s because he’s scared that if I go for it, the same thing will happen to me, and I’ll turn out like he did, an okay person, but over-all bitter.

I think it was quite rude of him.




“Mum, it’s not fair!” I whined at breakfast, a letter scrunched u in my hand. “Rodgers not half as good as me, and he’s a year younger, why didn’t I get captain?”
My mother sighed and shook her head at me, in a loving sort of way, of course.

“If I told you that his parents bribed who-ever they could to get him that position, would it make you feel better?” she asked, munching on her toast.

“Yes!” I said hotly, crossing my arms over my chest and looking out the window.

“Well they didn’t. You can’t always get your way, Geraldine, you have to deal with the fact that he earned that position more than you, and get over it.” She retaliated, smiling slightly. Some mother.

“Well I don’t care, and it’s Jerry to you.” My mother laughed and smiled. “Thanks anyway, Mum.” Me and my mother got along in a peculiar way. She had wanted me to be a proper girl and wear skirts all the time, but when that happened and my father stoped showing support, she had to beef up a bit about it. Ever since my third year she’s been both my mother and my father, emotionally speaking, of course. Being someone’s mother as well as their father is not-doable. At least I don’t think so.

I finished eating my breakfast and went upstairs to my room. I opened the letter that I had been scrunching up, and re-read it again.

Dear Jerry,

Guess what? You’ll never believe what’s happened!
I’ve been made Quidditch Captain!
Can’t wait to get back practicing, we’re gonna win this year, I can feel it!

Rodger.


Damn him. I’ve always wanted to be the captain, ever since third year, and now he’s just taken it from me! Stupid little sixteen year old prat.

I growled at the letter and threw it into my waste-paper bucket, sending it into flames with my wand. I love being seventeen. The only problem with being seventeen is seventh year. That’s great and all, only one year left, but seventh year comes with something everyone dreads......

NEWTS

Oh, I’m going to fail! Fail, I tell you! I barely had enough time for a personal life last year, focusing on Quidditch alone, but now Quidditch and NEWTS? Maybe I should just die……

Nah, too many people would miss me. There’s my mother, my friend Shelly, all the guys from Quidditch, my mother……

Okay, so not many people would miss me… but all well. I can pretend they’ll miss me! And I am officially blabbering on to myself. How odd…

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