Black Soul- George Weasley

The One With The Sticking Shoe

"You've got a new Seeker?" said Wood, distracted. "Where?"

And from behind the six large figures before them came a seventh, smaller boy, smirking all over his pale, pointed face. It was Draco Malfoy.

"Aren't you Lucius Malfoy's son?" said Fred, looking at Malfoy with dislike.

"Hello cousin", he smirked at Astraea who scowled.

"Funny you should mention Draco's father," said Flint as the whole Slytherin team smiled still more broadly. "Let me show you the generous gift he's made to the Slytherin team."

All seven of them held out their broomsticks. Seven highly polished, brand-new handles and seven sets of fine gold lettering spelling the words Nimbus Two Thousand and One gleamed under the Gryffindors' noses in the early morning sun.

"Very latest model. Only came out last month," said Flint carelessly, flicking a speck of dust from the end of his own. "I believe it outstrips the old Two Thousand series by a considerable amount. As for the old Cleansweeps" — he smiled nastily at Fred and George, who were both clutching Cleansweep Fives — "sweeps the board with them."

"As always buying your way through life? Pathetic", Astraea snarled.

"Shut up Black", Flint growled.

"Oh lookie cousin, bought yourself some bodyguards, do they roll over and play fetch?" she smirked seeing the effect she had of them.

None of the Gryffindor team could contain their giggles. Draco got closer and told her to shut up or else..

"Or else you'll cry to Daddy?" she smirked when suddenly Flint changed the subject.

"Oh, look," said Flint. "A field invasion."

Ron and Hermione were crossing the grass to see what was going on.

"What's happening?" Ron asked Harry. "Why aren't you playing? And what's he doing here?"

He was looking at Malfoy, taking in his Slytherin Quidditch robes.

"I'm the new Slytherin Seeker, Weasley," said Malfoy, smugly, trying to act like Astraea didn't just make him a joke.

"Everyone's just been admiring the brooms my father's bought our team." Ron gaped, openmouthed, at the seven superb broomsticks in front of him. "Good, aren't they?" said Malfoy smoothly. "But perhaps the Gryffindor team will be able to raise some gold and get new brooms, too. You could raffle off those Cleansweep Fives; I expect a museum would bid for them."

The Slytherin team howled with laughter.

"At least no one on the Gryffindor team had to buy their way in," said Hermione sharply. "They got in on pure talent."

The smug look on Malfoy's face flickered and Astraea smirked loving her courage.

"No one asked your opinion, you filthy little Mudblood," he spat.

Astraea saw red at that comment and raised her wand. Flint had to dive in front of Malfoy to stop Fred and George jumping on him, Alicia shrieked, "How dare you!", and Ron plunged his hand into his robes, pulled out his wand, yelling, "You'll pay for that one, Malfoy!" and pointed it furiously under Flint's arm at Malfoy's face beating Astraea to it.

A loud bang echoed around the stadium and a jet of green light shot out of the wrong end of Ron's wand, hitting him in the stomach and sending him reeling backward onto the grass.

"Ron! Ron! Are you all right?" squealed Hermione.

Ron opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. Instead he gave an almighty belch and several slugs dribbled out of his mouth onto his lap. The Slytherin team were paralyzed with laughter. Flint was doubled up, hanging onto his new broomstick for support. Malfoy was on all fours, banging the ground with his fist. The Gryffindors were gathered around Ron, who kept belching large, glistening slugs. Nobody seemed to want to touch him.

"We'd better get him to Hagrid's, it's nearest," said Harry to Hermione, who nodded bravely, and the pair of them pulled Ron up by the arms.

"Wait", Astraea said. "Let me try something". She took her wand and muttered Finite Incatatum, but nothing happened.

After they were gone, Astraea glared at the Slytherins who stopped laughing a bit but clearly smirked.

"What Black?" Flint smirked. "Still a proud Gryffindor?"

"Colloshoo", she muttered flickering her wand at Flint. "Good luck playing Quidditch, let's go"

Astraea and the Gryffindors started to leave when they heard curses from the Slytherins. They turned to see them trying to pull Flint from the ground but his legs won't budge.

"What did you do?" asked Wood.

"Stuck his shoe to the ground", she shrugged.

"We could be banned from playing", he rambled. "Fix it"

"Relax, I'm not part of the team". Realization hit Oliver's features and started laughing at the Slytherins.

"How long before he notices he could just remove his shoes?" she smirked and they all laughed watching.

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