Jacinta felt like an imposter, standing on a pitch in France. She didn't even know the language, and she definitely had not been playing Quidditch long enough to warrant being there. She'd thought for sure they'd kick her off the team for not being some kind of superstar, as the captain seemed...
A lot of bludgers had been hit, and Jacinta herself had been slugged with one, though it seemed she was the only beater not to have been able to smack any herself. It was definitely frustrating, but she focused on the fact she was new, and only an alternate.
Jacinta yelped in surprise as a bludger headed for her, her bat moving too slowly to defend against it. She rubbed at her arm, and flew off after the same bludger.
Trying out for the school Quidditch team had been a last-minute decision for Jacinta. Quadpot had been the sport of choice in her mind, the thrill of playing with a ball that could explode at any given moment, but after watching a couple of the Quidditch games, she'd quickly felt drawn to it...
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