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CHAPTER 04, Go and Hide, 'Cause I Got Murder on My Mind ────────── november, 1991
THE FIRST QUIDDITCH MATCH of the school year is perhaps the most anticipated one at all of Hogwarts.
Not just because it is the first match, but also because it is one of Gryffindor versus Slytherin. The two rivalling houses whose history of hostility goes all the way back to the very foundation of Hogwarts.
Which, naturally, makes it an interesting event.
Mikaela Song has no reason to be nervous. She knows that when it comes to her skills, and her abilities, she will be the best Keeper on the quidditch pitch. But still, the feeling of possible loss gnaws on her.
The last thing Mikaela wants is to lose a match against Gryffindor. Again.
They need the win. They need it to gain a lead on the Quidditch Cup ladder, and they need it to show those idiotic Gryffindors that they're not the best. The lions need to be put in place, and it would only be fitting, if the serpents managed to do it.
Not to mention Mikaela is definitely going to have a field day, if she gets to see the look on Wood's face as he realises that they've lost.
The Slytherin Keeper paces by the table in the Great Hall, driving her friends crazy. Though they let her be, as it seems to calm her down. Mikaela can't get too nervous; or her powers might start malfunctioning.
Good thing is, however, that once she gets on her broom and flies up, all of these pre-match jitters will dissipate into thin air. The adrenaline rush she'll get from the air in her face, and the feeling of being high up on the broom will be enough to stop her heartbeat from racing like a rollercoaster.
"Mikaela?"
The Slytherin Keeper turns to face the source of the voice, staring down at the eleven-year-old Harry Potter. He has an embarrassed smile on his lips as he looks back at the girl.
"Harry? What's up?" she asks.
The boy presses his lips together, avoiding her gaze. "I- er- I just wanted to ask if you could get - er - if you could get back the Quidditch Through the Ages book you gave me from Snape."
"Snape?" Mikaela raises a brow at Harry, her mouth agape. "Are you telling me . . . does Snape have the book? From your dad? I- I can't get it back from him . . ."
"What, why?" Harry looks at the Slytherin, confused.
"He hates me, Harry, is why," she says as if it's the most obvious thing in the world, though he could have hardly known. "Because of my aunt. He hates my aunt, so he hates me."
