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𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 of the first Quidditch Gryffindor match of the year, Marina felt a rush of nerves go through her system as she joined Lavender and Pavarti at the breakfast table that morning. She was determined to beat Sytherlin, today's match was going to be her first ever match as assistant captain. Today, Gryffindor was going against Sytherlin, and Marina couldn't help but want to beat the hell out of Sytherlin after Zabini's little session in the abandoned corridor.
"Morning Marina!"
Lavender mumbled. "Where's Pavarti?"
"Library with that cute guy Shadid. He needs a bit more help with Divination." Marina said smirking, Lavender started to smirk as well.
"Morning Marina. How's my assistant captain feeling before today's match?" Harry smiled.
"Hello Potter. Ready to beat Slytherin's ass." Marina said nudging him, "Dunno if our keeper is though."
Suddenly Ron, joined them at the Gryffindor Table. Looking very nervous and pale.
"I think I'm going to resign today. I'm pathetic." Ron groaned.
"What?! Your just being stupid now Ronnie." Marina said squeezing his hand.
"Oh cheer up, Ron!" called Lavender. "I know you'll be brilliant like always!"
Ron ignored her.
Marina gagged and rolled her eyes as Harry pushed a goblet towards to Ron.
"What...you can't Go on. Drink up." Harry smiled.
"What tonic did you put in Ron's drink Harry?" Luna Lovegood asked, standing with Ginny nearby.
"Hopefully a performance enchanter." Marina mumbled.
"Don't say that, Ron's a good player." Harry whispered to her.
"What are you going to do about it...Captain?" Marina smirked. Harry grinned looking at his plate, as his face turned a bright shade of red.
Hermione gasped. "Harry! You didn't put...liquid luck..did you? That's illegal! How could you?!"
"Says the girl who Confunded a certain idiot at tryouts." Marina mumbled, making Harry laugh.
Ron smiled, gulped down the entire goblet, then stood from the table. "Come on you two! We've got a game to win!"
Harry and Marina looked to eachother and walked to the pitch behind a skipping Ron.
