The next morning, Rey woke up late. It was already in the crack of dawn. His roomate, Bem, woke him up and told him that Oliver would be waiting for him in the pitch. So he immediately put on the team's robe Oliver just gave him last evening. He also didn't forgot to bring the broom he borrowed from Cedric -which was the result of a relentless bargaining operation- and a parchment of note from Professor McGonagall.
It was a beautiful morning at Hogwarts. The early sky was pretty to stare at and the grass was still damp from the morning dew. But unfortunately for Rey, he might already be late for his practise and he didn't want to hear any lecture from Wood.
When he arrived at the edge of the pitch, he was surprised that there were also other people out there. The slytherin teams, standing face to face with the Gryffindors, along with Hermione, and Ron. By the looks of it, Hermione and Ron were confronting Malfoy -his acolytes were aproaching the lot too-. What could be the problem then?
"...blood." Malfoy spat to Hermione.
Whatever he said to Hermione, Rey could bet it was a rude one. Because in a split second, the Gryffindors were exploding with fury. It was all verbal till Ron pointed his broken wand to Malfoy and threw him a curse. But instead of Malfoy, the curse blew back to Ron instead. A green ugly light hit Ron squarely in his stomach and make him fell to the grown. He then continued on to spewed out slugs. Yes... slug, but in plural.
That instance, the entirety of Slytherins present howled in laughter. With that, Ron was taken out of the pitch by Harry and Hermione. Rey then decided to fly towards them.
"What's going on Wood?" he inquired as he landed besides the sixth year. Everyone turned their heads toward him.
"What's this Wood? Your new arsenal?" Flint ridiculed Rey. Flint was the captain of Slytherin team - a rouge chap with funny looking front teeths.
"I don't need to answer your question, Flint." Wood spat back to Flint.
By then, the slytherins were already putting on their terrible looks. Rey could also spot Draco's acolytes - Crabbe and Goyle - standing next to his sides.
"Well, I'm here for a run Flint, and..."
"I got something, courtesy from Professor McGonagall." Rey handed the parchment Professor McGonagall gave him last night.
"I, hereby give the Gryffindor team a permission to use the Quidditch field today for practice in preparation for the November match. Signed, Deputy Headmistress, Professor Minerva McGonagall." Wood read the note with merry.
"Told ya I booked the field, Flint. Now get lost!" Wood proceeded to shoo the Slytherins off the field.
"We won't move anywhere. We gotta train the new seeker... me!" Draco claimed pompously.
"You? The new seeker?"
The way Rey asked his question definitely stroked the blonde's ego. Making the kid closed the distance between the two. They then stood face to face, ready to throw some fits.
"I should be the one who asked that question, Mudbloo-"
Draco's breath hitched. There was a loud ooh from both sides of the party. He was in pain, a pain like no other. Rey just kneed him, right on the crotch. The former dropped slowly to the ground, writhing and whimpering in pain. Crabbe and Goyle then rushed to his sides and escorted him away from the field.
"Hope nothing broken there bud!" George exclaimed, smiling from ear to ear.
"Or you might have to spellotaped it back on!" Fred added, before hollering on the ground on all four.
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Willow || Cedric Diggory
Fanfiction"Lost in your current like a priceless wine" - Willow (Taylor Swift) When Cedric had a feeling towards his friend, Rey, he had to let him know. Follow the story of their friendship, adventure, and fate as they navigate through their life. Cedric D...
