The Youngest Thornheart

𝘲ꪊ𝓲ᦔᦔ𝓲𝓽ᥴꫝ

Everyone was at the great hall this morning.
I was teaching Krufier some basic words for him to repeat and copy.
"Okay, can you say, nevermore? Nevermore."
He crowed.
"How about your name? Can you say your name? Krufier. Krufier."
"Krufier!" He crowed
"Good boy!" I fed him a blueberry.
I looked across to the Gryffindor table and noticed Harry has gotten mail.
It was a Nimbus 2000.
Latest broom they have.
I heard Draco scoff while he sat next to me,
"Oh please. First years aren't even supposed to have broomsticks!"
"Well, he's part of the Gryffindor's Quidditch team. He's an exception." I chimed in.
"What if I want to be part of our team?"
"You'd be too late to sign up anyway. The game starts today, remember? And what would you play as?"
"Seeker."
"You choose that position so you'd have an excuse to try and embarrass Harry, didn't you?"
He stayed silent for a few seconds before speaking,
"Alygton, if I were on the quidditch team, would you root for me?"
"I'd be impartial." I said bluntly.
"What!? Why wouldn't you root for me!?"
I sighed, "I said I would be impartial, Draco."
"Well, I still want to know."
"Most of my friends are from the other houses."
"And Slytherin is your house."
I laughed, "You really want me to root for you that badly? You got a crush on me or something?"
An amused smirk crept on my face.
He blushed, "What? No! I just.."
I chuckled at his response, of which made him blush more.
"Sure, Draco, sure. I'll root for you. Since you want my full attention so badly," I teased,
"I might join, actually."
"Really?"
"Figured it would be a thrill."
"You sure that's not an excuse to try and spend more time with me?" He teased back.
"Oh, in your dreams. You'd fall off your boom just by the sight of me."
"And I would constantly distract you from training."
"Cause you ugly."
"I would pass out from your horrid smell."
I playfully shoved him, "Oh, shut up you ass."
I smiled at him with pride.
He learned from the best.
The best being me.
"I'd knew I would win." He said as we both laughed.

꧁꧂

We were just a few minutes in the game.
I had a little talk with Gryffindor's quidditch team leader, Oliver Wood.
Told him that I met the leader and prefect, Flint.

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"I've met Flint, Oliver. He's a dick. Beat us, Slytherin, and your hair will survive. If we win, then say goodbye to it." I said then walked away.
"You're not serious, right? Just playing around, right?" He yelled in slight concern.
I looked back and gave him a cold and serious stare. Krufier laughed as I continued walking.

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I tried looking around for my bird but he was no where to be seen.
Figured he was at the teachers section, keeping an eye on Professor Quarrel while blending in.
As for the teams, Slytherin was playing dirty during the whole event.
This both offended and disappointed me.

𝑊𝑒'𝑟𝑒 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑎𝑠 𝑐𝑢𝑛𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑢𝑛𝑓𝑎𝑖𝑟! 𝐷𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑛𝑜𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑙 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑓𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠? 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑦'𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝑤ℎ𝑦 𝑤𝑒 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑎 𝑏𝑎𝑑 𝑟𝑒𝑝𝑢𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑜𝑛. 𝑃𝑒𝑜𝑝𝑙𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚.

Draco noticed my angered expression.
"What are you mad about? We're winning!"
"If being a bunch of cheaters counts as winning, I'd rather have us lose." I spat out as I crossed my arms.
This was mostly my Thornheart side talking.
'A Thornheart must have a s𝑒nce of moral and fairness.'
I looked back at our teams and spotted Harry losing control over his broom.
I looked to the teachers section to see if Quarrel had anything to do with this.
He had a deadpan expression.