Chapter 595 - Frank Conversation’s (1/2)
The Gryffindor Quidditch Tryouts were held that weekend as even Slytherin went first once. ”Whew that went pretty well, I think,” Sirius exclaimed as wiped his sweaty face with the red sleeve of his Quidditch robes. ”What do you think, Pete?”
Following right behind Sirius is Peter Pettigrew, who second-in-command and experienced chaser. Pettigrew's face is grimy with sweat as he too wipes his face clean with the sleeve of his Quidditch robes. ”Well, if you must know, I think we are in a tight spot.”
”Wait, why?” Sirius said in bewilderment as they stepped into the Quidditch team changing rooms. The rest of the team members had already gone ahead, while Sirius and Peter picked up after the team.
”You know, perfectly, why Sirius, don't play dumb.” Peter rolled his eyes as he reached into his locker to grab a pair of clean clothes to change into.
Sirius makes a face and begins to list the new Gryffindor team additions. ”I know that without James, we are down one good chaser, but we've got Ortley, and she ought to do a good job judging by today's tryouts. And an added plus is that she is a third-year, so she'll be a veteran team member by next year.”
”Our new keeper Abercrombie is decent at least, and even if he's the sixth year, we will at least have him for one more year. And finally, our surprisingly, but talented seeker, Mary McDonald. Who even knew Remy's girlfriend even had it in her? I mean, she even beat her best friend, Willa for the position.”
”How very peculiar of her if you ask me,” Pettigrew mumbled under his breath. ”Mary used to say in our first year that she didn't even like Quidditch that much.”
Sirius shrugs and remarks, ”Girls often change their minds about one thing or another.”
Pettigrew stops mid-sentence at the surprising bit of wisdom spouted by his emotionally challenged friend. ”Who are you, and what have you done with Padfoot?” Pettigrew seriously said as he stared at Sirius.
”Wormtail!” Sirius protested. ”I know that I could easily live off my looks, but I am not a complete and utter idiot.”
”Sure, could have fooled me,” Pettigrew cheekily muttered under his breath earning him a fierce scowl from Sirius.
Letting out a huff, Sirius sulks and pouts as they wander off to shower, before changing, and making their way back to the castle for dinner. In the Great Hall, Sirius eagerly chats with James about how the Quidditch Try Out's went. The two of them happily chat for most of the dinner until Sirius catches the eye of Remus, who is glaring daggers at him.
Sirius wilts with guilt as he notices that Peter is quietly eating his dinner next to Remus. Clearing his throat, Sirius hastily says, ”Er, anyway, Peter and I need to come up with some Quidditch game plans. Do you want to join in, James?”
James adjusts his glasses for a moment, before replying, ”Sure, I am sure that you can use the help, Siri.”
Sirius beams, before letting out a pained whimper having been kicked in the shin by Remus. ”What?' Sirius painfully mouthed as Remus in exasperation merely rolled his eyes.
Rubbing his shin, Sirius is sullen for a moment or two, before regaining his second wind. Instantly, he and James begin to prattle on about Quidditch as Remus shoots Peter a sympathy filled glance. ”Sorry, I tried,” Remus's gaze seemed to say.