||[Sep. 3rd, 2004|09:33 pm]
Phillip Ze Clarkness
Charlie had been on the Gryffindor House Quidditch team since his second year, beginning as a reserve Seeker. Before the year was out, however, the Captain had granted him the first-string spot over a fifth-year veteran who had never really forgiven him. He’d never been quite as brilliant at his studies as Bill had; the only subject in which he really excelled was Care of Magical Creatures with Professor Kettleburn. He shared Hagrid’s love of fantastic beasts, and the bigger the better. He could never quite understand how Bill found Ancient Runes and Arithmancy so fascinating; to Charlie, they were a load of abstract nonsense he could never quite wrap his brain around. He had to be able to see and touch what he was studying for it to make sense. Quidditch made a lot of sense. He had eaten, slept, and breathed it since he was old enough to understand the rules.|
And now he was Captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team. He’d waited years for the honor, for all the older players to graduate, and now, in his final year at Hogwarts, it was finally his. He hated to admit it even to himself, but he was terrified. Absolutely scream-your-guts-out terrified. With every passing second he could feel his self-control slipping further away. He couldn’t shake the ominous feeling that when the whistle blew on Saturday he might just pass out.
Gryffindor’s name had been on the coveted Cup for the last four years, and if it was Slytherin’s this year, Charlie was going to dive himself down to the bottom of the lake. He hadn’t realized it was so much pressure, being Captain. If they lost . . . If he let everyone down . . .
But he shouldn’t worry, he told himself. His team was close-knit and confident, a small army of smart players that wasn’t afraid to try something absolutely crazy if the situation called for it. They’d worked damn hard the last few months, and he was fiercely proud of them. They were quite a group.
Charlie was lieing on his bed wide awake. He hadn't slept in three days. His mind was on other things- like the snitch and the up comming House Cup in four days. Charlie was tierd as so much as his body was physically exuasted. He wanted to win so bad he could taste it. He had thought about plays and actions and sertian moves he could teach to his Team before the match agaisnt Slythrine. And that left him un-sleapy.
Finnally seeing the sun peek across the hills he decided he could finnaly get out of his bed where he spent another sleepless night. He got dressed quickly and tried not to notice the small bags under his eyes as he walked out of his 7th year dorm leaving his sleeping roomates and friends. He ran a hand through his shaggy messy hair to tierd to care about it.
He walked through the empty common room and through the silent morning halls. Charlie knew them well enough that he thought he could walk them with his eyes closed- he was head boy after all. Sitting down at the Gryffindor table, Charlie started to pick at food a little to uneasy to eat yet. He was thinking about the match constantly still. He couldnt seem to chase it away from his thoughts. He sighed as he stuck a grape in his mouth.