Quidditch Training

[Cole Waters]

It was 6:00 o'clock on a tuesday morning. It was foggy and the grass was covered with dew from the night before. Most people were sleeping except for one boy. Cedric Wood had walked out of his house with his quidditch robes on and his Firebolt over his shoulders. This was about the time he woked up everyday for training. Cedric looked around and took a deep breath. He had gotten in a fight with his dad about quidditch last night so he just needed to get away for a bit. Cedric started to stretch his legs and then his arms. Cedric looked around again and then got down on his hands an knees.

Cedric started doing pushups just like he did every training session. After doing 30 pushups Cedric started doing situps. Finally he finished and stood up. Cedric leaned to his left then to his right. He bent over and picked up his broom. Sticking his arms over the handle so his broom was on the back of his neck Cedric began to run into the fog.

Cedric had a back road route memorized that ran in a circle back to his house exactly five miles. Cedric ran this almost every morning. Cedric kept running looking straight ahead. Then Cedric began to think about the fight he had with his father last night. "Well I think that you should focus on your quidditch more." Cedric father said. "I already do stuff for it everyday." Cedric said looking at his dad. "Yeah but twice a day wouldn't hurt." his dad said looking back. "It will be to much." Cedric said angrily. "No you are just being lazy. I just want to look out for your future." his dad said. "My future is already set. I try as hard as I can." Cedric said standing up and storming out of the room.

Cedric snapped back to reality and looked around. He had kept running so everything was fine. Cedric looked around and he kept running. As he came out of the forest he saw a couple of houses. Cedric knew them because he went by them everyday. Then he heard someone call his name.

[AmeliaBlack]

Amelia rubbed her tired eyes and looked at her digital clock. It read 5:35 A.M. She sighed and hoped out of bed. Her black light over her desk mad eher night gown glow blue. She flicked on the light switch and changed into a blue tee shirt that matched her sparkling blue eyes and regular flared jeens. She planned to meet that mystery boy who played Quidditch behind his house every morning.

After she had put on her make-up and brushed her hair. She looked at the clock and gasped. It was almost 6. If she wanted to meet this boy, she would have to hurry! He was always out at exactly 6. She put ojn a jacket and ran out the door.

To her relief he was running to the back of his house just then. She called for him to stop and he did. She smiled and ran up to him, her blonde hair flapping behind her. She wished she had put it in a pony tail when she stopped, because that main of leg length blonde hair wanted to stay in her face. She brushed the hair from her eyes and smiled at the 'Mystery Boy'.

"Hi," she said, extending her hand, "My name's Amelia Richardson. I live just there," She pointed at the two story house on the small grassy hill. At the moment it looked slightly haunted by the fog. The window shudders looked a dead black and her bedroom window was eluminating the black light she always had on. She looked back to the boy and smiled, brushing more hair form her eyes; hoping he would introduce himself.