My Damned Lover: Third Year

Chapter 39

Seraphina swerved and threw the quaffle with perfect aim.

Oliver zoomed to block it, but it already sailed into the middle hoop. 

"Yes! You go, Seraphina!" Fred whistled from above. Angelina grinned and high-fived her. 

"That was brilliant, Seraphina." Harry smiled proudly at her. 

"Hey, practice isn't over yet. Get to your positions," Oliver ordered. He didn't like celebrating until everything was over.

 Angelina rolled her eyes and muttered "arse" before flying higher. 

An hour later, Oliver finally called an end to practice, and they all came down from their brooms. 

"Owww," Alicia groaned with a frown. "I haven't been on a broom for this long. My thighs are burning. I probably can't sit for a week." 

"That's what she said," Fred snickered and exchanged high-fives with George. 

"Ugh, immature prats." Angelina rolled her eyes. 

"Good work, everyone. Same time here tomorrow. No excuses," Oliver said. "We're going to add all six bludgers tomorrow, so look forward to that." 

"Merlin's beard, Oliver. We're going to end up at the infirmary even before the game," Fred pointed out, and Angelina nodded in agreement. 

"We have to up the game, or we won't last in the real one," Oliver said. "Now let's go get ready for dinner."

"I'm starving," Fred said, and Seraphina wiped the sweat from her forehead. She was sticky, dirty, and sweaty, and in desperate need of a shower. At least they had a couple hours until dinner. It would take a while to scrub the dirt and sweat off her skin. 

They were walking across the field when a group of students in brown-and-black quidditch uniforms traipsed across the grass. 

Lagora, Seraphina thought as alarm bells rang in her head. She spotted Felix, and her lips curled into a snarl almost instantly. I hate him so much. I wish I was a beater for this game. I'd get to slam a bludger right into that cocky smirk of his. 

As if reading her mind, his head snapped, and his eyes locked with hers. His grin turned into a smirk, and his gaze zeroed on her, his prey and target. On cue, the twins came forward and blocked her completely from view. 

Felix's smirk dropped, and he bared his teeth in rage. 

George raised an eyebrow in amusement, and Fred smirked at him.

 "Ah, practicing to lose?" Lagora's captain laughed. He was an unsettling fellow with jet black hair and sharply contrasting eyes that were almost white. His eyebrow piercing glinted under the setting sun, and when he smiled, his teeth were almost as big as Marcus Flint's. 

"You gits are just wasting your time."

"Wasting ours, too," another one muttered. 

Oliver released a tired sigh. "If you're here to practice, just do it without the gibberish." 

"Why? Scared of a little competition?" 

"This isn't competition. This is childsplay." 

The Lagora students roared with laughter. 

"Look at the way he talks! What are you, an old git?"

 "Oy, are you always this stupid, or is today a special occasion?"