HIDDEN (D.M)

N O T W E L C O M E

A week ago I decided to join quidditch. Well more like ask if I could join. I told Atticus I'll do it and he said I have to go talk to a guy named 'Marcus Flint' so that's what I did.

So one morning I woke up and decided to ask him. It wasn't easy finding him in the common room, so I went up to the boys dormitory and behold he was there.

I asked if it was too late to join the quidditch team, he said yes but next year I can definitely go for tryouts and see if I'm good enough to join the team.

So ever since then me and Atticus have been practicing my skills every day during lunch.

It's been fun hanging out with Atticus. I've noticed that I'm the only one he comfortably likes talking to and actually opens up to me, but when it comes to other people it's like a wall is between them and him.

I never asked him what's that about, maybe it's something personal and I don't want to intrude.

I wish I could actually open up to Atticus about the things I actually want to talk about, but just like him with other people, I have to be like that with everyone. Including him.

It's been a good distraction for me. Quidditch. I haven't thought about Trelawney, Malfoy's rude self, or my family.

When I ride my broom and be in the air I feel free, like nothing else matters in the world and I can finally breathe, take a break from everything.

Then I come down and it comes all right back. Sometimes I wish I could just stay up there and never have to come back down to reality.

"So what position will you be trying out for next year?" Atticus asks as we make our way into the great hall for dinner.

"I haven't thought about it yet, maybe a beater? So I can hit the ball towards you and knock you off your broom" I say, giving him a playful punch.

"Ha.ha.ha very funny. Hey would you like to come sit with me at my table for today?"

I stop at my tracks looking at him to see when he'll say 'I'm kidding see you later' but he doesn't. He's just there waiting for an answer.

"Me? At the gryffindor table" I say pointing at myself and my green Slytherin uniform.

"Yes now come on."He grabs my arm and drags me towards his table. It's in the middle of the room unlike mine who's just at the far end. I see eyes looking at me once they realize a Slytherin will be at their table tonight.

I start getting uncomfortable by the way they look at me. Some with hate, some with disgust, and some just wondering what's going on.

Atticus takes notice of my discomfort once we sit down and places a gentle hand on my thigh letting me know it's okay.

I smile nodding my head, trusting him that it will be okay.

"New girl right? Nova is it?" A red headed boy with food in his mouth asks me.

"Yes, Ron Weasley is it?" I ask placing mash potatoes on my plate.

"Yes, but erm- can you pass the bread?" He asked, pointing at the bread that was closest to me and Atticus.

"Why did you come so late in the year? and why are you sitting at the gryffindor table?" A girl with brown puffy curly hair asked me, I'm guessing that's Hermione Granger. I recognize her stern tone from anywhere.

"Fuck off Granger you don't have to intrude in her life" Atticus says before I have a chance to answer.

I grab his hand giving him a squeeze to let him know that was rude, he looks back at me and I give him a half smile letting him know that it's okay.