Creating a Quidditch Fan

[Harry Potter]

The Ministry had been a madhouse recently, which worried Harry greatly. As long as it was in chaos, it prevented the Department of Magical Law Enforcement from doing its job well as Harry was finding out the hard way. He'd been so frustrated recently that he'd caused a few accidental outbursts of magic. Thankfully, the Accidental Magic Reversal squad was nearby and after a bit of work had been able to clean up his mess.

Today, he'd taken his wife's suggestion and just flooed in that he was taking a personal day. And what better way to spend it than with his lovely 5 month old daughter. As the weather was starting to take a turn towards cold, he made sure that she was dressed warmly. If she caught a cold, Hermione would kill him.

He, himself, was only dressed in blue jeans and a green sweatervest with white long sleeve button up. His brown shoes crunched the grass as he walked along the lawn of the school towards one of his favorite places, the Quidditch pitch. Michelle was sucking her thumb as he held her securely in his arms while carrying her baby bag on his other shoulder. Her other hand was occupied with playing with his slightly long black locks.

It wasn't long until they reached the pitch, strangely empty on a Sunday, but it didn't bother him. He could show his daughter the pitch in peace without having to worry about a stray bludger.

[flowers]

Nort really didn’t know what he was doing, first of all on the Quidditch pitch and secondly with a broom in hand. Shakily, the young Nort Flowers walked out into the pitch, dressed in a white t-shirt and short shorts, which creatively showed off how skinny and hair his legs were, this indeed to Nort’s great dismay. “What am I doing?” he wondered to himself as he stared deeply at the thin piece of wood in hand.

Nervously, he walked out into the pitch, trying to ignore his shaking fist as he gripped the broom tightly. Hesitantly Nort put one leg over the broom slowly, looking up at the sky with shut eyes firmly. He hated flying and hated brooms, so why on earth was he doing this??? It was easy…Gryphon liked flying…

So now here stood Nort, knees bent, hands out stretched grabbing the broom which sat awkwardly between his legs and his eyes shut with an ‘I don’t want to be here’ look on his face, thus very unaware that a Quidditch legend stood with his daughter only meters away. [/size]

[Harry Potter]

Harry had been in the middle of explaining about the hoops and was starting to move onto more of the basics of quidditch when he spotted a young man approach the pitch somewhat warily with his broom. Must be a beginner. I should get out of his way.

So as to not disturb the boy, Harry whispered to his daughter, his slight stubble tickling the baby's soft face. "Look Michelle, someone's going to show you what it looks like to ride a broom. Let's get up in the stands for a better look." The baby gurgled a little before tapping his face in a sign of agreement- Harry was getting pretty good at interpreting her actions.

Quietly, Harry made his way to the interior on the Gryffindor side stands to make his way up the stairs so that he could observe from above to see what the nervous-looking young man would do.

[robhudson]

Rob walked out onto the field holding his broom, a bat and a box in which there was a single bludger. He was training for the tryouts for the hufflepuff team. As he walked to the middle he came to a halt and noticed that there was someone in the stands watching another person who was also in the stadium. Rob looked at the boy and guessed that he was a second year, so he went over to him and said"Hi my name is rob hudson. Wanna Practice with me?"He set the box down and looked at the person who was in the stands and realized that it was none other than Harry Potter and rob also noticed that he had his daughter with him so he waved at them and then he looked back at the boy and waited for his reply.

[flowers]

OCC: u can't just assume u no my year! that’s like assuming my name without me even telling you. Where is the mystery if u spoil it?

Oh gosh was Nort nervous, he really didn't want to do this but something inside him was tugging at his arms urging him to master this dammed piece of thinned flying wood. Still faintly unaware of the famous father and daughter sitting in the stands, Nort tried his best to kick off the ground. The urge to jump rose in his gut, the pressure to take off made him arms shake as the idea of sailing miles into the air supported by only a piece of single wood. He couldn't do it and looked quiet the fool.

It was not till a boy spoke did Nort open his eyes, still crouched in the awkward position of hands stretched out and knees bent too far and stiff body. He had a large box in his arms along with a broom. Oh cripes!

"Huh?" Nort stammered questionably following the boys gaze to the stands where he waved to a man and baby. How long had they been sitting there? Oh how embarrassing? I wonder if they were laughing at him and his efforts to fly. Even when Nort squinted he could not tell who the man really was, his eyes sight was horrible. Nort turned back to the boy who now asked to practice with Nort. "Ummm " Nort paused really not wanting to do so, "not really...." he said very slowly, "I’m ...not a player...never flown to be exact ha ha" he laughed uncomfortably. "Just trying to learn you see.... are they...Bludgers?" Nort asked feeling the pits of his stomach rise for he did not like the idea of two nasty enchanted balls racing after him and attempting to knock him off his broom. [/size]

[robhudson]

Rob looked at the boy as he spoke and asked him if there where bludgers in the box that he carried, rob laughed and said"Yeah but there is just one of them for now. Well if you want to I can teach you how to fly, it's not that hard, see watch?"He bent down set down the box with the bludger in it and the bat and then he stood up and mounted his broom and kicked off from the hard ground and he rose higher and higher and then he flew around the pitch a few times varying his speed and then he went up to a hieght that was about 200 feet off the ground, and then he dove and he pulled up just in time to grab his wand out of his sleve and summon the bat which he caught and then flicked his wand at the box. He saw the bludger rise up out of the box and fly towards him. Rob hit the bludger directly back into the box which closed once the bludger was back inside of it. He landed next to the boy and said"So do you want me to teach you?"

[flowers]

"Really?" Nort questioned finally hoping off his broom and looking over at the boy as he came back from his flight round the feild. It was rather impressive actually, would that impress girls? Did Nort want to do that? He was only trying this because Gryphon like it, and he in fact he hated flying but was sure to impress her, by why was he impressing her? All this was confusing Nort, shaking his head Nort tried to concentrate on his new friend.

"Sure I mean...that would be cool," he shrugged, "The names Nort Flowers by the way, I'm a second year Mihael," he called over to the boy in the air, "I must warn you i'm...eerr...not very good" not wanting to tell the boy he was scared. [/size]