Slytherins Golden Girl

Chapter 27

Eleanor adjusted the Slytherin scarf around her neck, the wind was cold and nipped across her face causing the tip of her nose to flourish red. The sky above her was a dull grey with clouds spanning across like a thick blanket, oh how the weather was so beautiful in Scotland.

The quidditch stands she sat upon were empty except for the few students trying to scope out this year's competition for their own team. The three girls huddled tightly together on the closest bench they could to the pitch, to make sure they could get the best view possible.

Eleanor shifted in her seat to try spot anyone on the green, the benches were known for being uncomfortable to sit upon. "What's taking them so long?" She huffed, they'd been in the changing rooms for the last 20 minutes.

"Do not get me started on those boys, they're probably staring at themselves in a mirror. I swear they spend more time doing their hair than we do." Laughed Daphne, zipping her coat up to barricade from the cold.

"Well I'd like them to hurry up. I'm freezing my tits off already." Pansy grumbled. Unlike the others she didn't think to wear something more warmer than a loose jacket.

"Well you were the one who thought it would be a good idea to dress like it's summer." Eleanor replied rubbing her hands together to create some heat in her body. "It's also Scotland, what did you expect."

"Well, I didn't know it was this cold!" Pansy bit back whilst tucking her hands into her armpits. "Oh there they are!" She squealed, her voice now high pitched and excited as she spotted the team entering the pitch.

Eleanor leaned forwards so she could see over the wooden railing, a group of nineteen boys and a handful of girls had marched the pitch dressed in green quidditch jumpers and black bottoms. Bletchley this years captain, brought them in a huddle for last minute pep talks before setting off on his broom as the reaming students split into their two designated teams.

"Alright!" Shouted Bletchley, as he hovered in the air with his feet kicked up upon his broom. "We're going to be working through some drills and then a practice game, if I call your name you're out!" His voice boomed across the pitch as the students mounted their brooms flying in all directions practicing their catching skills.

It took Eleanor a while to notice Draco had been hovering on his broom not so far away from them, eyeing the rest of the students with judgement. By the looks of it it seems he was sitting out on the first round of drills as no one had come to bother him about his lack of participation.

His quidditch jumper clung tightly against his flexed biceps as bitter wind that blew through the air, as he had his bare hands wrapped tightly round the brooms handle causing them to turn white as a ghost in the cold.

Eleanor watched his eyes eagerly flick across the pitch towards the others, she could tell he was criticising his peers by the small movements of his mouth every time someone made a mistake. It was the same face she'd seen him pull on various occasions he happened to cross paths with Ron or Harry in the corridor, that is when he's not antagonising them at least.

"How come Malfoy doesn't have to take part in this section?" Eleanor quietly said to Daphne in the fear and very slim chance that Draco may be able to hear her.

"Dracos spot is basically guaranteed on the team." She whispered back, glancing her eyes up at the boy who sat tensely on his broom as the wind rippled through his platinum locks. "No one dares to try out for seeker, there's practically no point anyway as he's the best."

Eleanor eyes trailed after him as he took off on his broom to hang beside Bletchley, both boys leant forward tensing the muscles underneath their jumpers as they spoke about individual players.