𝓛𝓘𝓩𝓩𝓘𝓔//HP FF

Sechs

Lessss goooooooo

BETS AND BROOMS AND TROLLS

IT WAS THE NEXT MORNING, after Harry and Ron's failed duel attempt, that Lizzie found herself walking down a corridor, on her way to the Great Hall.

"Lizzie! Hey, Lizzie! I told you to wait for me!"
Ron complained as he could finally slow down, once he was walking next to the blonde.

"In a shocking turn of events, I ignored you, Ro."
Lizzie shrugged at him, a grin on her face.

"Yeah, thanks, Liz."
He said sarcastically before the need to tell her about yesternight's events took over.
"Anyway, I've got to tell you this! You won't believe what happened yesterday night!"

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During breakfast Harry received a huge, obviously broom-shaped, package, yet somehow all the students around them, including Harry and Ron, found themselves wondering what would be inside the package.

"What's in there?"

"I don't know!"

"What could it possibly be?"

"That package is huge!"

Irritated, Lizzie couldn't help but roll her eyes.

"Okay, obviously, it's a broom! There's literally nothing else it could be!"

Her words managed to shut most of them up, as they all went back to their seats, embarrassed, but still glanced over at the trio.

Just as the blonde wanted to go back to eating, Harry and Ron dragged her away from the table to open the package before their first lesson.

Lizzie really preferred to eat but she couldn't do anything but sadly stare at the rest of her abandoned food.

On their way upstairs, outside the Great Hall, they stumbled across Draco and his two goons who clearly found an interest in Harry's new broom, unlike Lizzie, who tried to step away but was quickly pulled back by Ron, making her roll her eyes.

"That's a broomstick."
Draco immediately recognized the shape of the package, to Lizzie's relief.
"You'll be in for it this time, Potter, first-years aren't allowed to have them."

"It's not any old broomstick, it's a Nimbus Two Thousand. What did you say you've got at home, Malfoy, a Comet Two Sixty? Comets look flashy but they're not in the same league as the Nimbus."
Ron quickly retaliated, enjoying the sour look on Draco's face.

"Okay, first of all, I did not get any of that. Like, at all. Second of all, who gave broomstick...types...these dumb names, couldn't they find something cooler? Third of all, if you guys plan on being life-long enemies, then please, keep me out of it. I have absolutely no interest in being part of that and I can guarantee you that I'll have friends and family on both sides. You guys got that?"
Lizzie asked glaring at the boys.

None of them answered as they sheepishly stared at the ground, thinking how they had already started their life sentence as enemies.

"I asked if you got that!"
She repeated louder, making them flinch.

"Yeah."

"Yes."

"Ugh, fine."
Harry groaned, and Lizzie flicked his forehead making him hiss in pain to which Draco smirked until his forehead got flicked too.

"Do we have to get it too?"
One of Draco's goons asked and Lizzie rolled her eyes at him.

"Not you guys, I don't even know your names."
She scoffed and held her hand up as the other tried to introduce them.
"And I don't care about your names either, so don't tell me."