Pyrrhic Victory

fourty four.

Year Three
fourty four. The Disastrous Quidditch Game

"It's disastrous out there." Franklin commented from the raining tent. The Slytherin Quidditch team sat in the tent after practice the day before their Quidditch game against Gryffindor.

"It's predicted to only get worse." Montague starts as he looked out of the tent alongside Franklin. "At least that's what my mother owl'd me."

"Gryffindor is going to get our arses out there tomorrow." Miles Bletchley told the team. Magnolia just sat on the bench fiddling with her athletic robe as the boys chatted.
"Well that's definitely the spirit." Claudius told Miles.

"I have an idea..." Marcus Flint muttered as he stared at Draco who was sitting next to Magnolia. Magnolia looked up to Draco who was messing with his arm. It was still in a sling, but it was good enough to where he could play.

"We can use Draco, could say his arm still hurts." Flint proposed, and a smirk grew on Draco's face as he mentioned the plane. Franklin rolled his eyes as he walked to the front of the tent.
"It's not right to get out of Quidditch this way," Franklin started.

"Draco," he says as he turned to the thirteen year old. "Does your arm hurt that bad?" Draco turned to Magnolia, and the to Flint who was observing but smirking.

"Yes," Draco's voice quietly muttered. "Yes it does."

Franklin groaned as he knew it wasn't true, but he wasn't going to push Draco. He was about to walk out of the tent before he turned around and pointed to Flint.
"You're telling Gryffindor, I don't feel like dealing with Wood."

Magnolia was about to leave to hit the showers before Claudius and Montague called her. She turned around to see them with smirks on their faces.
"Hey little sis." Claudius smiled as he threw a arm around her.
"Hey Claud, Montague."

"Soo, you and a boy, huh?" Montague questioned Magnolia, and she blushed a deep red before she defended herself saying "There is nothing going on with Fred and I!"

"I never said anything about Fred, Maggie." Montague questioned as her mouth fell open. Claudius and Montague started laughing as they just tricked Magnolia to somewhat confess about Fred.

"How do you even know?" She questioned the two, they looked at each other before answering in unison. "Lee Jordan."

"Figures..." Magnolia mumbled to herself as they boys started to walk farther leaving her behind. She then called for them as she realised Franklin would go insane if he found out about them two.

"Claudius! Could you not tell Frankie?" She questioned, and Claudius just nodded before he headed off towards the entrance.

She knew if Franklin were to find out Fred would be hanged from the Quidditch Pitch in five seconds. Franklin was always more protective over Magnolia than Claudius. Just say when Persephone told her two sons they were having a girl Claudius wasn't as happy as Franklin.

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"Good afternoon Hufflepuff Quidditch team," Cedric greeted the team as the winds howled form the outside. Lucille wondered what the urgent meeting was for since they didn't have their next game until two weeks. Lucille was next to the two other girls on the team Tasmin and Heidi, who were both older.

"You may be wondering why I called you all in for this meeting today." He told the quidditch team who just nodded. Lucille loved quidditch, but she probably could be getting some of Professor Snape's work done.

"Slytherin forfeited their game tomorrow because of their seeker's arm." Everyone groaned before Cedric could continue since they knew where this was going. Lucille rolled her eyes; she knew it was a lie. Just the other day she watched as Gregory, Vincent, and him were arm wrestling.