Chapitre 98: Chapter 098
While Susan's face began taking on the same glow as a red star, Tracey quipped, "because if everyone was like Susan this world would be a very boring place." Realizing that what she said could be construed as an insult, the brunette quickly turned to the shy Hufflepuff and said, "not that there's anything wrong with being nice like you. Just that the world needs more... more..."
"Variety?" Lisa supplied when she saw Tracey struggling to find the right word.
"Yeah, that's it!" Tracey snapped her fingers as her face took on a 'eureka!' expression. "The world needs more variety, otherwise it would get very boring very fast."
"Such an eloquent speaker," Harry teased the girl for requiring someone else to come up with a proper noun for her to use. "You ever thought of becoming a politician?"
While Tracey huffed at him in mock indignation, Blaise gave him a calculating look.
"I think the only one who wants to become a politician is you."
Harry looked over at Blaise and sent the boy a wide smile.
"I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about."
"Right," Blaise drawled with an amused smirk.
"Not to put a rain on your guys' parade or anything," Neville interrupted, speaking for the first time since their bantering had begun. "But I think you might want to leave, Harry, or you may be late."
Harry blinked at Neville for several seconds, before looking out the nearest window. Where the sun had once been set low on the horizon, now it had risen so high up that he could no longer see it from his position near the window.
Eyes widening in horror, Harry waved his wand and cast the tempus charm. Glowing numbers arranged themselves in midair, showing him that it was almost ten o'clock.
"Dammit!" Harry hissed, swearing for the first time in a long time. He quickly grabbed his bag filled with notes he had written to help his friends and threw it over his shoulder. His hurried and jumbled, "Sorryaboutthisgottagobye!" was barely even heard much less understood by his friends as he bolted out of the library, much to Madam Pince's ire.
"Well," Tracey started as she stared at the spot her newest friend just vacated, blinking. "At least we now know that Mr. Perfect isn't quite so perfect."
Her words brought another round of snickers from the others. None of them would deny that it was amusing to watch the normally calm and composed Harry Potter making a mad and panicked dash out of the door like a man possessed.
Blaise summed up his thoughts quite nicely.
"It would definitely make good blackmail material, should we ever need it."
Tracey sent him an amused look while the others blinked, wondering if he would really blackmail his friend or if he was just joking.
"My, how Slytherin of you, Blaise."
Blaise smirked.
"I try."
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Harry sped down the many halls of Hogwarts, cursing himself for having lost track of time. This had never happened before. Harry had always been a very punctual person. A part of having eidetic memory and quite possibly the worst case of OCD ever recorded was that his internal clock always knew what time it was. Always.
Well, that may be a bit of an exaggeration. He would sometimes lose track of time when he was with Lisa, but those were instances where he was finished with everything and had nothing to do for the rest of the day except to spend time with his best friend, so it didn't matter. It was pretty much time he allowed to slip by him so it was alright.
This, nearly missing out on something he had been expecting for the past few weeks because he lost track of time, was not something he had expected or allowed.
Growling to himself, Harry put such thoughts out of his mind and tore down the stairs, taking them four, five, sometimes even six or seven at a time. He could feel his magic working through his legs as he used his unique ability to reinforce himself in order to counteract the possible damage he might receive for jumping several sets of stairs at once, as well as to speed up his pace.
He reached the bottom very quickly, and his feet had scarcely touched the floor when he pushed himself into another sprint.
Harry tore his way out of the Entrance Hall and zoomed across the grassy landscape of Hogwarts, making his way to the large Quidditch Pitch.
The Hogwarts Quidditch Pitch was large, nearly three times the size of a football field. Stands rose into the sky on all sides, each one decorated with the colors of one of the four Houses. Spectators sat in the low walls built in between the stands, while Harry assumed the teachers sat in the high stands for better viewing.
Lush green grass met his feet as he stepped out onto the field. Six large hoops, three on either side of the Pitch, loomed overhead.
Harry could see the crowd of those who were trying out had already gathered. He recognized all them thanks to his perfect memory. The Quidditch captain, he noted, was not there. Good. It meant he had made it in time.
A few of them stood out more than others, chief among them being the two Weasley twins, Fred and George Weasley. He also recognized Angelina Johnson and Alicia Spinnet, both students in their third year. Angelina was an attractive witch with dark skin, black hair and brown eyes, while Alicia had olive-colored skin and brown hair and eyes.
Amongst the others he could easily make out Katie Bell, an athletic looking and attractive second year witch with dirty blond hair and doe-like brown eyes. She often hung out with Angelina and Alicia. With her, he also recognized Cormac McLaggen, Carl Hopkins, David Norton, and Jason Swann, all second years looking to try out.
As Harry made his way towards the group, Fred and George Weasley spotted him from where they were huddled together, no doubt plotting something devious.
The pair grinned as soon as they saw him, and drew the eyes of the others towards them as they walked over to Harry.
"Well, if it isn't young Harrikens out for a stroll."
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