Unknown Black Heir

Quiddich

"Woah, woah, woah." I say to Nott, "I have never played Quiddich in my life. I just fly when I can.. which by the way isn't very often."

Nott scoffs at that and rolls his eyes, "We can teach you how to play, or at least Malfoy and Zabini can."

I frown at that comment he just made. Before he was so excited that I might be able to join the team and suddenly he's- he's saying he can't help me.

"Why can't you teach me? Do you not know how to play?" I ask him.

"I know how to play, yes." I mumble, "But Riddle is the team captain and that means he chooses who makes the team and who doesn't."

Of course.

"He's in our year, yeah?" I ask him and he frowns.

"A year older."

"Fourth year and he's captain? How does that even happen?" I ask Nott.

"How do you even know that younger students aren't normally captains?" He asks me, a little surprised.

"Nott, they have sports teams in the muggle world too." I say to him, laughing at him.

"Right, well... yeah. Flint was the captain but he got in some real shit from fighting and playing rough. It had to be a vote on who's the captain and since most people are scared of Riddle, they all voted him."

"Malfoy is scared of Riddle?" I ask him, a little surprised at that since he seems so untouchable.

"No, of course not. That git voted for himself." Nott mumbles, shaking his head and laughing.

"Of course." I laugh, "I've only known him like a day and even I know that sounds like him."

"Yeah well, he can be a git but he's a good guy." Nott says, "But if you tell him that, I'll deny it. He will too."

"It runs in the family, I think." I laugh to myself as I think about how my dad is the same way. "My father always denies that he's a good guy. It comes with the territory of our family I guess."

"Bloody gits, all of you," Nott says jokingly. "No offence of course."

"Whatever," I say to him. "I don't think he'll let me on the team if he won't even let you. I don't even know how to play."

"But if they teach you how to play and you're good enough-"

"Are you any good?" I ask him, raising an eyebrow at him.

"Shut up." Nott mumbles, but I didn't miss the smile.

"You're going to teach me." I say to him. "I don't care if you ask the other two to help but I want you to be there and I want to see you fly."

Nott sighs, "Cam, it's not that simple."

"Can be."

"No, it can't."

"Yes, it can."

Nott sighs and points at me, "You are stubborn." He says.

"I know."

"I'm sorry, we can't go on the pitch without permission and we won't get it."

"Who do we have to ask?" I ask him.

"A professor."

"Then don't you even worry about it. I'll get us permission." I say to him. He looks at me with confusion before it clicks in.

"That's cheating." He says, but he doesn't sound annoyed. He sounds amused.

"Not cheating. It's just making things fair." I say. "I'm sure the others always get permission, yes?"