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Jinxed Brooms

"You're stuck here now."

In a blink of an eye, Saturday had arrived and it was time for the first Quidditch match of the season. An excited buzz seemed to float around the Slytherin common room. Leah had been trying to calm my nerves since yesterday, but nothing seemed to work. "Keep your chin up," she'd say. "Even if we don't win, you should still be proud."

How can I be proud if I've succeeded in nothing? I'm a Potter for Merlin's sake! I need to make a mark anywhere I can.

"You have to eat something," Leah said as we sat in the Great Hall that morning. I was forking my eggs, smushing them with the flat side. My appetite was almost nonexistent.

At eleven o'clock I made my way towards the Quidditch pitch with my team, soon followed by the rest of the school. By half past eleven, it seemed the whole school had congregated in the stands, cheering what seemed to be Go Gryffindor, over and over again. No one ever seemed to support Slytherin.

I'd already changed into my Quidditch robes and was awaiting Flints pep talk in the locker rooms. "Okay," he started, standing up and clapping his hands together. "We've been training hard for this moment and cannot let it go to waste." He paused, and began pacing back and forth, making eye contact with each and every one of us. "Even though we have a measly first year girl seeker, and an overly spoiled brat for a keeper, we can still win this!"

Draco scoffed. "I'm not a brat," he mumbled, earning a glare from Flint.

"Save your anger for the game," he stated. "Yes at times, you all suck—,"

"Just saying, so everyone knows, the beaters are superior," interrupted Maximus Aldine, one of the beaters. I could see the anger overflowing from Flint's ears as he slowly turned towards Maximus. The beater slowly backed into his seat. "I mean, I'm sorry for interrupting you. How about we pretend I never said that, yeah? You know if anything, you are the best on the team—since you're the captain and all? Ha..."

"I will not be interrupted by a third year with a need to be the center of attention!" Flint yelled. "Now! We are Slytherins and we will not let some maggots and a first year beat us! Are you with me?"

"Yeah!" We all said in unison, standing up from our seats.

"For Salazar!" Flint yelled, pumping his fist in the air.

"For Salazar!" The rest of us chorused behind him, pumping our fist into the air.

Making our way onto the Quidditch field, the cheers of everyone soon overpowered my ears. As we came face to face with the Gryffindor Quidditch team, I hoped my legs would keep working. It felt like my body was being supported by a couple of jelly noodles.

"Now, I want a nice clean game from all of you," Madam Hooch said, staring hard at Flint who just shrugged. I glanced over at the Gryffindor team and noticed that Harry was staring at me, sending me a reassuring smile. In response, I smirked and dragged my pointer finger across my neck, showing him he would go down. His smile faltered.

"Mount your brooms please," Hooch said.

We all clambered onto our brooms. She then gave an ear splitting blast on her whistle, and our brooms rose up, high into the air. She released the Quaffle, and the game had officially begun.