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you're a gryiffindor for this cause it goes with the story. also shoutout to my best friend who came up with this idea.
"And slytherin wins!" The announcer yells and the slytherin stands start going crazy. Me and the rest of my team fly down to the ground. I feel the anger coursing through me.
When I get to the ground I angrily throw my broom to the ground and face my team. They look defeated and also angry. "That was bullshit. They obviously cheated and nobody called them on it!" One of my teammates says. Everyone nods in agreement.
"Number 4 illegally threw the ball. I saw him but he didn't get a whistle." Another teammate adds.
"24 took the ball out of my hands. And of course, no whistle."
"But worst of all, Riddle literally pushed cap off her broom." My best friend bf/n adds. I subconsciously grab my shoulder. I'm pretty sure I broke it but I didn't want to say anything, I wanted to be there for my team. They wouldn't let my play, but there's no goddamn way I'm leaving my team with no captain in the middle of a game.
"Don't beat yourselves up guys. Think about it this way, cheating to win is not really winning. We play fairly, so who's the real winner here?" I say picking up my broom. I see everyone nod and their faces start to get less gloomy. "We got the next game. Take this as a win guys." I raise the end of my broom up as well as everyone else, making lots of noise.
At once we all say our cheer. "We are the mighty mighty gryiffindors!" We all break from the huddle, some people going to the showers, others just going to their dorms.
I stay behind, sweeping the bench for water bottles or abandoned brooms. You'd be surprised at how many times people have accidentally left their brooms. I find two water bottles and just as I'm picking them up I feel a presence behind me.
"How's your arm?" A familiar voice says. He grabs at my shoulder, squeezing. Pain sears through me and I yell out. I quickly turn around to see Mattheo Riddle smirking at me.
"It's great." I lie through gritted teeth. I step back to make sure he doesn't try it again. "You need to get your team in check Riddle. One of these days you're going to get in trouble for cheating."
At that he scoffs. "Oh yes, Miss gryiffindor always needs everything to be in her favor. She can't handle a loss." He starts stepping closer to me, I don't back down though. "Are you sure you're not imagining it all in your head? Are you sure we're actually cheating? Or is it that your team just sucks compared to mine?" He stops walking towards me when our chests are almost touching. He stands there smirking down at me like he's all high and mighty.
"You lying, manipulative bastard." I say in a low, dark tone. "You can't gaslight me. What did you do? Pay off the refs? Do they all work for your dad? Hm?" I step closer, trying to intimidate him like he did to me.
