𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐒 -𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙤𝙙𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙉𝙤𝙩𝙩 ʰᵖ

𝟭𝟮. ❝𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙨𝙩, 𝘽𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙠!❞

ROXANNE

                "WHEN IS HE GOING to stop giving us these endless training sessions? I've never been this knackered, and we haven't even faced Gryffindor yet! What does he think he's training us for — a bloody Quidditch war?" Draco groaned to Roxanne, their exhaustion evident after the gruelling Quidditch session. The upcoming match against Gryffindor added an extra layer of fatigue, and Flint seemed determined to push them to their limits.

"My legs hurt! My head's exploding, and my arms might as well be jelly. I swear Flint's trying to finish me off before the actual match! What did he think about wanting us running around the field for twenty rounds!" Roxanne exclaimed dramatically to her cousin. Both of them were breathless, their Quidditch robes in disarray, struggling to maintain a straight line as they left the field. While the other lads on the team sprinted toward the locker rooms, Roxanne and Draco felt like they'd just survived a Quidditch obstacle course.

"Hold on a minute!" Draco halted abruptly, hands on his knees. "I can't feel my bloody legs anymore."

Roxanne joined him, collapsing onto the grass. "I'm dizzy, Draco. Swear I'm seeing stars around my face," she added theatrically, emphasizing the toll the intense practice had taken on them.

"That's the bloody sky, you imbecile," Draco retorted, squinting at the stars that filled the darkening sky.

"Tu es un enfant ennuyeux."

"Don't speak French to me! You know I can't stand it," Draco exclaimed, his annoyance evident as he remembered their less-than-successful attempts at learning languages during their younger years.

Roxanne stretched out on the grass, staring up at the stars that were now emerging in the night sky. "How long were we even practising? The sun was out when we started, right? Or did I just dream that?"

Draco joined her on the grass, still catching his breath. "I haven't a clue; I lost track of time."

"I'm dying, aren't I?"

"You're dying? You mean I'm dying!" Draco replied dramatically, feigning a struggle for breath as they both tried to recover from the gruelling practice.

"What do you even have to train for? Your only job is to catch the bloody Snitch," Roxanne retorted, earning a scoff from Draco.

"You, of all people, should know it's more complicated than it sounds," he defended.

"Whatever, dickhead. Stand up and stop being such a whiny baby," she said, towering over her cousin's prone figure.

"Last I recall, you were the one whining about dying," Draco teased.