They could use a bludger against their heads
"Okay, let’s go!," Cedric Diggory screamed. Frieda slowly but steadily went up on her broom. She hated Quidditch and this was probably the worst idea she ever had. Keeper. As if she would make a good Keeper. Well she was not one yet but even trying out seemed like the most ridiculous idea ever. As the blonde was looking towards the stands, she saw Evie and Emil giving her reassuring looks.
The weather was bad. Very bad. It was so foggy that she almost could not see anything, wind was nearly blowing her off her broom and the rain already left her a drenched mess. "So I know the conditions aren‘t exactly ideal but this could also happen during a normal match so at least you‘re prepared then."
Ollie gave Frieda a thumbs up when she looked at him for support. For the tryouts Cedric wanted to do 'a little match for fun'. When he said those words Frieda was the first one to groan. She had no idea what she was doing.
A few minutes in and Frieda let almost all of the quaffles through the rings. "Okay, time out!," Cedric called and flew over to the girl. In a soft voice he asked "Are you okay? You're not exactly performing well. And allow me to say it...I don’t think you’re going to make it. Do you want to stop?" Frieda nodded. She felt defeated. It is not like she was not trying. It was more like she was not good at something for the very first time. Sure she could have prepared herself for this but whenever she made the plans to do so, she procrastinated. That was definitely a bad habit of hers.
As she was descending a rough wind hit her. Anxiety started hitting her as well as she lost control of her broom. Frieda hung upside down two times before finally falling down.
"Frieda!," Emil screamed in shock as he stormed to his sister‘s side, followed by Evie. The fallen girl slowly came to a sitting position. "It’s fine. I just hit my head a bit." Emil sat down next to her. "Are you sure? Should we go to Madam Pomfrey?" "No, I‘m okay. Really. I just didn’t make the Quidditch team." Frieda looked down at her hands. Her brother did not say a word. Instead he threw his arms around her and pulled her into a hug.
As great as this moment was, it had to be interrupted. Of course it was Fred and George who came up to the three. Fred was the first one to say something "That was spectacular. No, immaculate. Say Frieda, could you give us some tipps, so we‘ll be as good as you for our next match?"
"Bugger off Weasley or do you want me to teach you some manners?," Emil came to his sister’s defense. Of course Frieda and Emil were polar opposites but as soon as somebody tried to hurt one of them they did everything in their power to protect one another.
"I don’t know. What do you think Georgie?" "I think our mother already taught us well." "She clearly didn’t teach you well enough then." Evie could not stop herself and also said something but it went unheard as Frieda tried to de-escalate the situation. "Emil it’s fine. There’s no need to teach anybody manners here, is there?"
With her last words she looked over to the twins. They just stared at her in disbelief. How was she always so calm? No matter how much the two provoked her, she never seemed to care. "Are you sure? I think they could use a bludger against their heads," Evie said already looking up at the game searching for one of the balls. "I don’t think that’s necessary. Let’s all just calm down and go, okay?"
Evie shook her head. Her blood was boiling. Now that they started teasing her best friend she had even more reason to despise them. She never got how Frieda could be this collected in these situations. If she were in her shoes she would have done who knows what.
The Anthemis siblings and Evie both left the twins standing on the Quidditch field. "Hey, can I leave you alone for a bit? I need some time to myself, you know?," Frieda asked the others. "Of course. But as soon as you feel sick you come to us and we go to Madam Pomfrey."
Her older brother was just like their dad when it came to injuries. He was always worried his family members could be sick and as soon as they showed any signs of ill health he insisted on going to the hospital (he only believed in Muggle medicine and doctors though).
Frieda made her way to her greenhouse. She made it when she was in year two. Back then she was always nervous about anything. Her father told her that Muggles used chamomile to calm their nerves. That’s when she started drinking chamomile tea making it with her own plants.
The greenhouse was her own idea. No wizard has ever heard of chamomile so she was not able to buy any and her father could not possibly send her as much as she needed every week. Nowadays not only the plants helped her but also the greenhouse did. It was her little sanctuary. Frieda decorated it and put a sofa in it for comfort.
Her heart became a little warmer when she entered the glass doors. It was like going to her grandparent‘s house over Christmas with the fireplace on and the German biscuits smelling like cinnamon, ginger and butter. It felt like home.
Usually the blonde was alone there since nobody really knew about her place. It was only now that she heard a little knock. Quickly she looked up from the book she just started reading. It was Emil standing in the door frame.
"Can I come in?" His sister put her hand on the seat next to her signaling him to sit down. "Look, I‘m sorry about our fight last week. I was just trying to make everybody happy you know?" "It’s okay. I get it. I know how mum can be sometimes. When she doesn’t get her way, she pressures everybody around her to make it happen. But the spell..."
Emil interrupted Frieda "I know that wasn’t you. Ollie told me about the twins. That’s why I was so angry at them. Have they done this before?" His forehead was folding. He was angry. "No, no. They actually helped me with my detention task. I don’t know why they’re suddenly after me though." "Swear if they do anything bad to you, you tell me?" Frieda held her pinky finger out. Her brother rolled his eyes but still intertwined his with hers.