Up for a Burnout//Harry Potter

"So," Roger Davies clapped his hands together as he and the rest of the Ravenclaw quidditch team stood in front of all the students interested in the try-outs. "I'm glad there's so many of you." There were three of them. Roger turned to the rest of the team with an accusatory glare. "I thought you said you were gonna ask around. Randy, you said you knew somebody." Randolph Burrow, one of the chasers, pointed at the fourth-year standing next to Matt.

"I did. That's him."

"Oh my god..." Roger sighed under his breath. "Alright, let's get into the air, fly a few rounds and we'll regroup by the east hoops." He waved at them all and got onto his broom. All of them followed suit.

"I hope you won't take this personally, Baguette Boy." A sixth-year boy who was also tying-out grinned at Matt.

"'Baguette Boy'? Really? That's all you came up with? T'es con, ou quoi?" Matt smirked at his confused expression and kicked off into the air. There, Cho flew up next to him.

"What did you tell him just now? It was in french, right? Sounded pleasant." She asked, rosy blush dusting her cheeks.

"I asked him if he was stupid or something. He didn't manage to grace me with an answer." Matt shrugged and Cho laughed.

"Hey, um, the trip to Hogsmeade is going to be soon and I was wondering if... if you wanted to go with me." She looked away from Matt, who frowned and internally winced.

"I, uh, I'm sorry but I don't have my permit signed."

"Oh." Cho breathed out and an awkward silence settled over them. Matt quickly made his way over to the hoops where the rest of the team began gathering and Roger addressed them again.

"Alright. I see that all three of you have different brooms. Tell us the model and why you picked it. Oh, and introduce yourselves while you're at it."

"My name's Stephen Gray and I fly Comet 260. It's a... uh... a standard I guess. I got it after my sister." The fourth-year said.

"I'm Grant Page." The sixth-year puffed out his chest and judgmentally side-eyed Stephen's Comet. "I fly on Nimbus 2001. Until recently it was the fastest on the market, only just beaten by Firebolt."

"I am Matthieu O'Donnell and I fly Cleansweep 7." Matt heard Grant let out a snort and felt his eyebrow twitch. "I know it's not the fastest, but as a Keeper, you don't really care about the speed. It used to have the fastest acceleration and cleanest agility available, but it was just overtaken by Firebolt. But I don't think we're gonna stand against that broomstick anytime soon." Matt shrugged and Roger nodded to himself.

"Great. Now I think that first we'll test you on your ability to actually catch the Quaffle, so you'll be paired up with me, Randy and Jeremy. We are the Chasers, by the way, and those are the Beaters: Jason and Duncan. And our Seeker is Cho." Roger told them and flew over to Grant. Randy paired up with Stephen and Jeremy flew over to Matt.

"Heard you gave Snape some good stern talking to." Jeremy raised an eyebrow at him. Matt sighed as he settled a few meters in front of him and waited for Jeremy to throw him the Quaffle.

"Word gets out fast."

"It was about damn time if you asked me." Jeremy smirked and threw the ball at him full power.

"Seems that everyone but Slytherins hate the guy." Matt hummed and caught the Quaffle with no trouble. "And his teaching methods are just sad." He said and threw it back in a nice stable arc.

"Tell me about it. It took me two months of suffering until I figured out a system that worked for me." He threw the Quaffle again, this time a bit to the side, forcing Matt to move a bit to the right so that the ball was aligned with his chest and he could absorb its momentum. "At least the DADA Professor seems competent this year."