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 McNully rolled his eyes before pushing ahead of the younger Ravenclaw, "Then you should note that 87.1% of the time, you should trust me."

 "And the rest?" Ellie asked as her curiosity peaked.

 McNully stopped as he used his hand to direct her towards the only other person on the field. "If you wish to be Ravenclaw's next Beater, Arthur Williams, will be able to provide you with a little more insight. He may look like a brute, but he does have some wisdom under all that gruff."

 "Charming…" Ellie took a step forward, before whipping around. She was stopped by the serious look on McNully's usually cheerful face, "But…how about?"

 "Don't worry about it." The blond started as he crossed his arms, "Go!"

 "Evil…" the redhead muttered, glaring at the Quidditch commentator. She took a deep breath, turning to walk towards this apparently agitated male.

  "Amari showed a little promise last year…" The dark-haired male mumbled as he paced back and forth on his segment of the field. "Travers was a better option. Hell! Demerres should have made Flanigan Captain before that sniveling third year…" Ellie watched the bat; he was wearily swinging around in his hand.

 "Excuse me…" Ellie stated politely, adjusting her glasses on her nose.

 "Honestly, the kid has his head in the clouds…"

 "I'm sorry to interrupt your rant."

 "But, now we have little Miss Parkin throwing a tizzy. These kids need to be knocked down a peg or two..."

 "HELLO!"

 "What?" The dark-haired boy turned to stare at the girl looking cautiously at him. "Oi, you're that little second-year Bennett, right?"

 Ellie looked back at him with surprise; he knew who she was, "Ah yeah, that's right?"

 "I remember, your brother, a bit of a loud-mouth always cost Ravenclaw points while he searched for the school's urban legend…" Williams started as he looked at her thoroughly, "Davies mentioned you went wandering in the corridor. Rather stupid if you ask me."

 Ellie huffed. She could feel her ears starting to match her hair, "Well, no asked you, did they?"

 "I'm just telling you the rumors that are circulating." This boy had a lot of nerve. Though, she probably would not have any chance if she ripped him a new one. At least not before asking for his help.  She was supposed to play nice right now as per orders of McNully.

 "Okay, thanks!" Ellie stated as she tilted her head, "Yes, thank you for reminding me that my adventures here are public knowledge."

 Williams raised an eyebrow, "You asked… Besides, why are you here, anyway? Don't you need to be gallivanting around or something? I don't think there is a vault of the quidditch pitch."

 "I only hunt for vaults when the stars align, so it is a little boring at the moment," Ellie noted through her teeth. She wasn't even sure that she had found a vault. She simply found runes scratched into the wall. Seriously, though, who is this prick? "Anyway, I have a question for you."

 "Am I all this amazing, all the time? Yes," Williams noted the glare that the young Ravenclaw was determined to direct his way. Williams sighed, He straightened his back, and Ellie noted how big he was compared to her. It was honestly, his height indeed was intimating, "Alright, what is it?"

 Ellie pushed her glasses further up her nose to look at the older male, "I am interested in playing for Ravenclaw, Beater specifically…"

 "You are a little…" He narrowed his eyes, scanning the girl's frame, "small."

 "Rude!"

 His hands quickly came up in defense; he waved them frantically, "Oi, Oi, Oi. I didn' mean it like that...Just…" He paused with one hand up, "Beaters typically are bulkier… You are built more like a Chaser if anything."

 "Just because it is the stereotype doesn't mean it is the only type." Ellie jumped as an Irish accent interjected, McNully rolled into sight of the two, "      Little Miss Curse-breaker    , has potential. This whole idea that Beaters need to be strictly muscle. There is a 57.9% chance that Curse-breaker is the change the team needs."

 Ellie felt her eye twitched; honestly, her name isn't that hard to remember, everyone… Everyone! Seemed to avoid using her name. Curse-breaker, troublemaker, Little Bennett, or Jacob's sister. It pissed her off.

 "Curse-breaker has a name," Ellie hissed, "It is Bennett for those who have forgotten. And, Bennett can speak for herself as well." McNully leaned away from her, his eyes slightly fuller.

 Williams rolled his eyes, "It's a long shot kid…" Williams tossed his bat over his shoulder before he started to walk away from the pair. "My suggestion, prove you can do more than simply swing a bat…" Williams turned to see the redhead glaring furiously at him, "I'm sure McNully has some ideas…"

 "Great brute."

 Williams paused before he turned back to the pair, "Fruit, huh?" He questioned, Ellie, saw a brief smirked cross his face.

 Ellie's eyes widened as she shook her hands, "That is not what I said..." Ellie muttered the next phrase, "Deaf Brute…"

 "Well, then, this Brute will be watching… Maybe you can change his mind." Ellie watched as he mockingly bowed to her, "But, my point still stands." The tall boy gave a lazy wave as he slowly walked towards the changing room. Ellie wanted to take her shoe off and chuck it at the obnoxious boy walking away. "Best of luck, little girl!"

 "Settle down Bennett," She paused at the tugging at the back of her green hoodie. McNully was holding her back as best as he could.

 Ellie glared before she whipped her head towards the Quidditch Commentator, "What was it you said? Oh yes! 'You should trust me' and 'He may look like a brute but, he does have some wisdom under all that gruff.'"

 The blond crossed his arms and gave her a look back, "So we hit a snag." He shrugged as he directed her out of the arena, "He didn't say no exactly."

 "He didn't exactly say yes, either…" Ellie huffed.

 "Look," McNully pinched the bridge of his nose, "He will come around. Once he sees what you can do already. Give it time."

 "But time is not on my side McNully…"

 McNully looked up at the redhead to see her anxiously chewing on her nails. She was looking everywhere, "I know you have been training with Skye. She is training you to be a Chaser. We just need you to work on thinking like a true Beater." He rolled closer to the girl. His hand gently touched her forearm, "and despite what everyone says, the Quidditch teams are not permanent. If you don't make the team, it gives you another year to train."

 McNully watched her face morph as he discussed the possibilities, "You don't need to be perfect, Curse-Breaker…" He backed away from Ellie, watching her reaction.

 "Ellie…" she whispered.

 "Pardon?"

 "Please just call me, Ellie or Bennett." She stated, she let her hair fall in her face, "People seem to be forgetting that I have an actual name. So, I would prefer it if you would use my name."

 McNully gave her his usual smile, "Well then Bennett. You don't need to be perfect." He rolled ahead of her as they went to the Commentator's box, "We just need to do a little reconnaissance." He made a motion for her to follow. "There is a 79.4% chance you will learn something by watching tonight's practice."

 "Alright…" Ellie briefly jogged to catch up with the blond.

 McNully reached out and gently punched her arm, "And I will sign you up for tonight's friendly." She raised her eyebrow at him, she stopped to open her mouth. She paused when McNully raised a finger, "You need flying time too."

 "Thanks, coach…" she muttered, rolling her eyes. McNully smiled at the playfulness back into her face.

 "I am 97.3% sure that was sarcasm but, I'll take it."

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