Lynn pulled Heather aside. Being a Quidditch 'expert' and star, she needed to hear about this.
"Well, what position to you like best? Maybe if you practice with me later tonight, with the rest of my team, you could prove to be Quidditch material. One of our members have left anyways," She said importantly, being the captain and Keeper.
Lynn skipped across the field later in the evening towards the Quidditch, her beloved Quidditch, fields. She sang a happy toon with her soft, yet enchanting voice, as she went, her trusty new Lightening Strike 22000 over her shoulder.
Once she reached the changing rooms, she acknowledged that she was the first to arrive. Lynn then began changing into her Quidditch uniform and gear, lastly putting on a pair of welders type goggles over her neck. She always had goggles handy, even at school. Why? She just liked them a lot. She would fasten them over her eyes before the practice started, so for now the hung limply around her thin neck.
Lynn then sat, planning out how they'd practice today while she awaited the other's arrival.
Heather's long shadow streched across the lawn in the light of the dying sun. She sighed and took out a battered old wand that was taped over several times. "Lumos," she muttered in a tired, dried sort of voice. Her wand glowed in a soft hue around her for about ten feet.
A wooden shed towered over with a rusted sign nailed to the sliding door. 'School Quidditch Equipment' was stamped into the very core of the molded over wood. Stuffing her wand into her teeth she used both hands to shove open the door. Inside all kinds of brooms leaned against tall posts that were stuck into the ground. She grabbed one that had helped her father's friend in his school days. A Nimbus 2000.
Hefting a sigh she brandished the old broom over her head. She felt the wood of the broom and could tell it was steady enough. But what she was concerned about was if it could truly fly!
(Lol, its like a Nibus back then was AWESOME and now it's almost cleansweep status! 😂 )
Finally when all of the others had arrived and changed, they sat, looking at young 12 year old Lynn Wood. She smirk, stretching out. "Today, after we practice a bit, we have a tryout. Her name's Heather Weasley. Not quite sure what position she's shooting for, though. Let's see if she actually has what it takes to be on our AWESOME team!" She said. "Now let's get out there." The team cheered and the filed out onto the field.
Lynn fastened her sleek goggles over her eyes. The team rose and took positions. Lynn released the balls, blew their whistle, and shot up towards the goals. "We'll wait for her to arrive," She shouted out so everyone could hear her.
Heather's stomach dropped to the bottom. The other kids would probably think she stunk so bad she could only be fit to scrub their shoes. "Oh well, at least I tried." A blinding light flashed in Heather's eyes as the stadium lights filtered on. "Hi guys." She put on a cheesy smile and expertly put a piece of her wavy red hair behind her ear. "How ya doing?" Some whispers ran through the team. Most likely comments about her broom.
"Great," she whispered to herself. Nervously she took a braided strand of her sleek hair and twirled it. Would she ever get over her fearb of these kids?