Serendipity:
/serənˈdipədē/
(n) The good fortune of finding something valuable or special by accident.
"You once told me that the line between love and hate was a blurred one. How do we know once we've crossed it?"
In which a prophecy tears apart Q...
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~Quidditch~
The wind was chilly the next night as Apollo and I walked onto the quidditch field with brooms hand. To our left sat Briar in the stands, reading some romance book. Although she was terrified of riding on a broom, she never failed to attend all of our practices.
I figured she secretly just liked to watch Apollo working out.
"Alright everyone!" Roger Davies called out as everyone lined up on the pitch.
I'd always liked Roger. He may make us work until we puke from exhaustion but it was the reason that the quidditch cup was now in our common room from third year. I still remembered the feeling of pure joy of landing on the field and running to each of my teammates after Cho caught the snitch.
It was my first year playing, and I doubt I would soon forget it. Especially now that I was a high contender for being named Captain after Roger graduates this year.
"Today is just conditioning until the end when we'll scrimmage. We still have most of the same team as we did two years ago and the friendly matches helped last year, but we still will need to work our arses off to get back up to par. Our first match is two weeks from today. Start off with 5 laps around the field and then report back and I'll assign each of you a specific drill." Roger instructed.
I barely focused enough to nod before I mounted my broom and looked over to Apollo with a challenging look. He repeated the look conveying the words that I already knew, 'Care for a race?'
Before I could confirm I quickly shot up into the sky and sped forward. Wind rippled through my braid sending a few pieces of hair breaking from its hold. I didn't care though, not as Apollo appeared in my rearview vision.
Adrenaline pumped through my blood as I leaned farther forward on my broom and increased speed. The rest of the team was a good 100 feet behind but I didn't focus on them. The feeling of flying spread through my body sending thrills throughout it.
All my anger towards Lorenzo, and want for Adrian left my body. It was just me and the skies now. A small smile adorned my face as Apollo fell farther and farther behind. There was a reason I was most likely going to be the next captain.
I had been good in third year, but now, after practicing everyday until the point of collapse, I was great.
The five laps were over before I fully got all the pent up energy out of my body. I still landed on the field nonetheless, walking over to Roger who looked slightly surprised. "See you've been practicing Quinn. Are you already trying to take my spot?" He joked leaning against his own broom.
I took a few seconds to catch my breath before answering. "Not yet but watch your back"
A second later Apollo touched the grass and stormed forward, "That's not fair you got a head start" He complained, being out of breath himself.
