Having been informed of the decision of Assistant Captain for the Pecari team, Drake sat at his desk to perform one of his new duties as Head of House, which consisted of composing a letter of Saul. He didn’t see any reason to drag the students to his office just to pass on who had been selected for the position, especially as he didn’t regularly follow along with the sport. Though, he supposed he would have to from now on, if merely to show a bit of loyalty and support, and as such, he had hopes of Pecari being led to victory. There weren’t many doubts to Saul being able to accomplish that goal. If Drake had to pick one positive quality in regards to the young man, it was that he was a born leader.
It was one of the reasons Saul had been a good edition to the prefect list last year. That same reason, the ability to be a leader, was what made Elly Eriksson a great choice to join the prefect ranks this year. Albeit, she was, perhaps not the most responsible person, but that might have been the age. He tended to find that even the shyest and most studious of them had a bit of a wild or rebellious streak, as it seemed every teenager went through it. All part of the growing up process, he assumed. Even he had gone through that stage as hard as it might be hard to believe now. In fact, he had been rather naïve, but it came with youth, which made his job of preparing them for the future all the harder.
Though, right now, he had another job to do. On the parchment, he wrote the following, which was much politer than had it been in person:
Mr. S. Pierce;
I have just been notified that Miss E. Eriksson has been selected to be your Assistant Captain on the Pecari Quidditch team. Please be sure to let her know as soon as possible. Thank you.
Professor O’Leary
P.S. Also, please don’t forget that first years are not allowed to participate on the team.
Originally, Drake wasn’t going to mention anything about the still recent rule, but had changed his mind. Pecaris weren’t known for paying attention to the rules, which undoubtedly had its merits in some aspects and it was up to a good leader to know when to follow and break them. However, this was one time that it was important to follow the rules to make sure that the younger students didn’t get hurt. The final t crossed, he rolled up the paper, before attaching the letter to the leg of a school owl and sending it along its way to find Saul.
0A School OwlLetter for Saul Pierce0A School Owl15
When Saul got the owl, he eagerly accepted the letter, fed the owl a treat and tore into the envelope. There were three reasons he could think of for someone to be owling him: (a) One of his friends wanted to do something with him, (b) Someone had a question for a prefect, or (c) it was about the assistant captaincy of the Quidditch team. The first was always a fun letter to get, the second was exciting in a strange inexplicable way even if it did mean he would have to put aside what he was doing to attend to it, and the third was something he'd been waiting for with baited breath ever since the Craven's graduated.
As far as he was concerned there was one best option, one second best option, and two third best options. He couldn't imagine it being anyone else, since Raoul was only in his third year, and they weren't even sure who was going to be the seventh player yet. In third, Saul had put Caedence and Meredith.
Caedence had been a consistent part of the team since she started and even if she wasn't the most friendly and she tended to draw bludgers like waving red capes drew bulls, but she did have that loyalty and longevity going for her. Besides which, she would probably be as scary as the Cravens as a Captain - which was not necessarily a bad thing. Her biggest weakness was, of course, the fact that she had a reputation of being bludger magnet - not the most confidence inspiring trait in a Quidditch leader.
Meredith had missed last year, but that was due to an injury, so Saul could forgive it easily. Somehow, though, Meredith didn't really strike him as the leadership type. Maybe it was just Elly overshadowing her, but she just didn't have the presence he thought a captain should have.
Irene, he suspected was going to be the one to take the assistant spot, even though he only pegged her as the second best option. He had nothing against Irene, he just figured Elly had a little more experience. But Irene had two big things going for her over Elly.
First, Elly had been named Prefect this year, and from what Saul could tell, he was the exception that proved the rule that the same person didn't get both. If there were other qualified candidates, the teachers tended to appoint other people, and Elly's year had a lot of friendly and involved Pecaris. (Morgaine mostly kept to herself and there hadn't even been any sixth years on the team last year.)
Second, Irene was a year younger. Just one, which let her still be experienced without being as fresh and untested as Raoul. And she was still a year older than Saul had been when he'd been made Assistant Captain. Elly would only be able to be captain one year. Irene would have had the position for two, making the turn-over happen less often.
Besides, so far as he knew, the teachers didn't know that Elly taught kids to play hockey over the summer, which was the fact that pushed her up to number one on his list.
Once Elly had been named prefect, he'd figured Irene was a definite. So he had to read the name given in Professor O'Leary's letter twice to make sure he got it right.
And then he whooped, yelled, and ran down the stairs to the Common Room shouting Elly's name, and waving the letter over his head. "ELLY! ELLY ELLY ELLY ELLLLLLL-LLLLLLYYYYY!" Spotting her unmistakable head of hair, he grinned and called out across the room, "Happy Birthday Early! You're Assistant Quidditch Captain!" He hurdled a couch and a coffee table to get to her and shoved the Head of House's letter towards her.
Slightly calmer now, he added, "Dude! Are you trying to copy me? First Prefect, now this!" His eyes were bright as he teased her, though, showing that he was just as ecstatic as anyone that she'd been named his second in command.
Of course, Professor O'Leary's careful reminder at the bottom of the page, like everything that had come after Elly name, was left unread and unnoticed by the team's captain.
Elly was calmly curled up on the sofa, reading a Quidditch magazine and minding her own business when she was distracted by Saul wildly calling her name. Admitedly this was fairly normal but Elly turned her head to see he was waving a letter over his head and looking, if possible, more excited than usual. As she twisted her legs to make room for him on the sofa next to her, Elly was surprised that he didn't bother to make it across the room to her, but shouted out the news across the commons. "What?" Did he just say she was assistant Quidditch captain?
A hurdled coffee table later, Saul thrust the letter towards Elly which she read twice to make sure she wasn't seeing things. It felt as though her stomach was competing as a floor gymnast in the Olympics. On the one hadn, Elly was excited beyond words - she lived for Quidditch, and adored the Pecari team, and being Saul's assistant would be the most fun in the world ever. But on the other hand...
The news still sinking in, Elly looked back up at Saul and said, "But - Irene...?" Elly hadn't even been thinking about who would be named assistant, because she'd been so sure it would be Irene.
Still, she couldn't help grinning at Saul's comment about her copying him. "Well you know how much I admire you," she teased back, though at the same time she was scanning the room to see if Irene had heard the news.
Saul grinned back at her as she said that she just admired him that much. It faded only slightly as she looked around and he addressed her one confused question.
"Yeah, I thought it'd be Irene, too. But maybe they're," where 'they' was defined as whatever group of teachers chose prefects and assistant Quidditch Captains, "are just setting Irene up to copy you like you're copying me. And maybe they didn't want to name a fourth year when most of the team is fifth year and older." He shrugged, not sure of the teacher's reasoning in this any more than he was in the realm of prefects. (Though, in all honesty, this time he did think they picked the best option.) "I'm almost positive she'll be your assistant captain."
He grinned again. "We've got to get her elected Class Clown and Most Talkative."