Patience

Chapter 28

    I wake up groggily and change into my usual Hogwarts uniform. I find the skirt, that had once fell just above my knees, now fell to the middle of my thigh. I was never one to wear revealing clothing, but this was all I had, so I guess I had to deal with it. I make sure to wear my highest rising socks, to cover as much skin as I could.

As I leave the dorm and walk through the common room, I see a new announcement was on the cork board. I walk over to read it and find a very brightly colored flyer.

Hello fellow Hufflepuff's! It is I, your favorite Hufflepuff quidditch captain, Irma Haywood! Just a friendly reminder that the tryouts for the quidditch team will take place this Saturday at 3. The open positions include beaters, chasers, seekers and keepers. The position for commentator is also open. I hope to see you at tryouts!

I feel my stomach lurch with excitement. Saturday! Merlin's beard that's only a matter of days away! I run back up to the dorm to get Seiko. As I'm running up the spiral staircase I bump into someone. Of course.

"Eww! You touched me! Now I'm gonna catch whatever disease makes you look the way you do!" Ophelia screeches, looking me up and down judgmentally. Thankfully, for her, I'm in an especially giving mood and simply flick her off before continuing up the stairs. I run into the dorm and shake Seiko awake.

"NoOoOoO!" She groans and throws a pillow at me. She had stayed up late last night working on her wizards chess tactics so she could beet Marissa someday. She must have forgotten to set her alarm.

"Seiko, it's 8:30."

"WHAT!" She jumps out of bed and hurriedly puts on her uniform before sprinting out of the dorm, not letting me get another word in before we arrive at the great hall.

"Guess what!" I say excitedly.

"What?" She says, mouth full of various foods.

"Quidditch tryouts are Friday!"

"Bloody hell, Friday?!?!" She exclaims, food flying out of her mouth.

"Yeah, and they have the position for keeper open."

"Seriously?!?!" She says. We both jump up in excitement and hop up and down, screeching like little girls. I suppose we technically are little girls. We get lots of glares but we don't care.

Out of the corner of my eye I see others are also jumping. I turn to see Lee, Fred, and George jumping with us.

"Why are we so excited?" Lee says, slightly winded.

"Quidditch tryouts!" Seiko and I cheer in unison.

"YAY!" They say together, jumping even more excitedly with us. Eventually we tire ourselves out and sit down. Seiko once again begins shoving eggs, bacon, and pancakes in her mouth all at once.

"Ew, why don't you eat them separately?" Lee says in disgust.

"First of all, it saves time, second of all, it all comes out the same way." She replies matter of factly. Lee grimaces, but doesn't question her further. We finish up breakfast and stand to go to classes.

"Woah, Em!" Fred and George say and stand in front and behind me, blocking others views.

"Yes?" I say confused.

"Bit too much leg don't you think? Not that I mind or anything-" Fred says, being cut off by George who hits him in the shoulder.

"Oh, that." I huff. "I must have grown, they're the only ones I have."

"Well go change then!" George demands.

"Excuse me?" I say.

"No lady should wear something like that in public." He continues. I stare at him in shock. What the hell gives him the idea that he can tell me what I can and can't wear? It's not my fault if men can or can't keep it in their pants. I don't know where it comes from, but I suddenly feel a rush of anger and annoyance. What right do men have to tell women what to wear or not? I know he's just trying to help me, but under impulse I decide to, well...you'll see.