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"Urg!... Why does Transfiguration have to be so hard?" Anthony complained, pulling the haires off his head.
We were sitting on the railing of Wooden Bridge, and Anthony was doing his Transfiguration assignment which has to be turned in in the next class. And I wasn't even surprised that he was late…again, as he's known in Ravenclaw as the lazy eagle or the ibernating eagle, nicknames that suit him very well.
"You wouldn't be so bogged down with tasks if you had done it with us," Terry commented, turning the page of the book he was calmly reading.
"I forgot, okay! And you can't talk too much about me since you only managed to finish your History of Magic essay because of Ethan" Anthony snapped.
"It doesn't matter the means, and yes the results" Terry said, unconcerned, "And in all that time you were complaining, you could have asked for help for either of us"
"Yes, but I…" Anthony started to say, but then he stopped to think, "I…I hadn't thought of that…" he muttered.
"What a surprise," Terry said sarcastically, earning a slight glare from Anthony.
"I don't know why you have so much difficulty with the tasks that the teachers give us," I said, swinging my legs, which were hanging over the edge of the bridge.
"That's because you're a Ravenclaw freak," Terry said frowning.
"You're the perfect example of what a Ravenclaw should be, and what he shouldn't be" Anthony said, "You keep getting into trouble, you're relaxing and playing most of the day, you understand magic better than anyone , and there are so many other things that it's even hard to remember"
"That's rude," I commented, frowning.
"But it's still true," Terry pointed out, and after thinking for a while I shrugged.
"But I'm not good at everything," I said, and ended up getting skeptical looks from the boys.
"I can get good grades in History of Magic, but that's because I read the books and write notes, but I actually hate this class"
"And this has nothing to do with the subject teacher?" Terry asked rhetorically.
"...Partially" I said, "And I agree I'm really good at magic, but the rest of the subjects boil down to reading the books, something you do too" I pointed at Terry.
"Hmm, so what I lack is magical power..." Terry muttered thoughtfully.
"And what am I missing then?" Anthony asked, causing Terry and I to turn to him.
""All""
"Urgh! I hate you guys"
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"Sooo... Can you guys give me the answer to that question?" Anthony asked after a while, showing the parchment with the question.
"Well...she's in the book" I said, after glancing at the questions.
"Don't tell me Sherlock" Anthony said rolling his eyes.
"Wait, do you know who Sherlock is?" I asked in surprise.
"Yes..." he replied, confused by my expression, "He was a magician who unraveled mysteries for the ministry and could use analysis magic"
"Analysis magic? Who told you that?" I asked with a raised eyebrow.
"My brother"
"Has your brother ever been to the Muggle world?"
"Yes" he replied confused.
"Ah…" I nodded slowly.
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"So have you ever heard of the great musician wizard named Michael Jackson?"
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Friday Morning – Quidditch pitch
"Yawn... Why did training have to be so early?" Davis said, using his hand to stifle his yawn.
"Because our captain is paranoid, and he wants to be prepared for whatever Hufflepuff can throw at us" Miles Owens, the reserve Beater, said, cleaning up his Clearwater.
"But I'd still rather be asleep," said Isabell Summer, the last Chaser of the starting lineup, stretching.
"Well... at least there's someone who's excited" Christi Collins, the 4th year Beater, said pointing to me, who was doing a light stretch.
Unlike my other teammates, who arrived almost on time for training, I had been out on the pitch since five in the morning, doing my morning training. And now I was only wearing a long-sleeved shirt, which clung to my body because of sweat.
"Dude, he has a better body than mine and he's even more athletic... And he's only 11!" Ray Pierce, one of the reserve chasers, whimpered.
"If you're bothered about having less muscle than a first year, you should train more," Hillton commented from behind Pierce, startling him with her sudden appearance.
Hillton then went to mid pitch, and turned to me.
"Hmm" he started looking me up and down, before nodding his head in satisfaction.
"Sorry but I like women," I said, covering my body with my arms.
"From what I've heard of your visits to the Hufflepuff table, I don't doubt that," Hillton said dismissively. He then looked at everyone at pitch.
"Ahem!" he cleared his throat, drawing players' attention to he, "Tomorrow we'll be facing the Hufflepuff team, and as you've probably noticed, our team doesn't have the same coordination as last year, and that's because of the fact of having new members"
"So, to improve our teamwork, we're going to do a group training, and then a a friendly game with everyone, starters and substitutes," Hillton continued. And we were all paying attention to him, especially when he talked about playing a friendly game, "Now everyone here knows what each one is good at, but against Hufflepuff, known for their effort and teamwork, individual talent doesn't it's nothing. That's why we'll try to create a more... Group strategy, between us"
"Captain" Spencer Cook, one of the two reserve Keepers, raised his hand, "Have you decided which players will be in tomorrow's match?"
"I already have a team and a formation in mind. But depending on today's training, this formation could change" Hillton replied. He then clapped one hand against the other, "Well, no more stalling, and let's get to practice!"
And with that, the other team members and I climbed onto our broomsticks and took off.
We then started training in passes and dribbles, hand signals, coordination, and formations. And even though the team has a lot of new people, we all managed to work well together.
I also managed to score a lot of goals, and gave some assisting passes during practice. But I still thought I performed better when I'm playing alone. But I know that a player is not the same as a team, so I put all my effort into trying to work well with my teammates.
Thanks to my skills, I managed not to get hit by any Bludgers, even those that came from my blind spots. And when the friendly match started, I was on the A team, and I managed to score more than half the points my team did. And this with me still hindering the Seeker of the opposing team, since whenever he was going to catch the snitch, I blocked him or directed a bludger to him.
Thank you God, for the improved eyes.
And while practice was going on, Hillton could only look at us, and me in particular, and think, 'Hufflepuff won't know what hit them.'
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