Young! Severus Snape x Reader x Tom Riddle

Chapter 9~ Quidditch Tryouts

Chapter 9~ Quidditch Tryouts

Timeskip~

"Finally! Lectures are over!" I cheered. Simon aggressively nodded, his back slumped after a grueling session of transfiguration with Professor McGonagall. Ria shook her head in disappointment, she was probably thinking how could anyone hate learning. We made our way to the quidditch field, Annabelle by my side and Ria next to her. Honey followed along with Brady, who eagerly caught up with Simon and I. Lucas wrapping an arm around the freckled slytherin.

"Thrilled to be on the field with you," Brady smiled. His back straightened to his full height. Broad shoulders and a handsome figure dominating the group. Lucas wasn't any less impressive but he was more lean and slender, taking after his Korean genes. Annabelle and Simon tied in third place in height, but the first being muscled and the latter scrawny and more feminine. Simon made sure his body never had more muscles than necessary, while Annabelle was very much the top in her relationship. Ria was fourth in height, her father was British and tall, but her Japanese mother stunted her growth at 5'5. Honey and I were tied in last place at a depressing 5'0. I was thin and muscled, years of training and exercise making me lithe. Honey was chubby and squishy which made her the best hugger in the group.

"It's an honor to be on the field with you Brady! You don't make it easy with your beating skills," I laughed in reply. "Almost lost last year because of your twisting dragon move. Thought I would die the way those two bludgers came snaking at me!"

"Well I couldn't let you fly easy now could I!" Brady boomed.

"It was amazing but please don't kill anyone," Honey asked sheepishly. She didn't want Brady to go easy in his matches but she couldn't stand the thought of him or her friends getting injured or maimed.

"I agree," Ria quietly added, clutching onto Annabelle's arm. She was scared to watch her lover get injured again and it was all due to Brady's bloody bludger. She didn't hold a grudge or any ill intent as she knew it was a part of the sport but to see Annabelle grit her teeth and tear at her broken wrist was traumatic to say the least.

"I won't but I knew (y/n) could handle it," Brady promised, bending over to kiss Honey's golden head. She smiled, releasing a soft sigh. We made it to the field to see an overly energetic Madam Hooch and a snot-nosed Vincent waiting for our arrival.

"BRADY! (Y/N)! HOW PLEASANT TO SEE YOU ON THE FIELD AGAIN!" Madam Hooch boomed, as she made her way towards us. Vincent clearly held disdain at her lack of enthusiasm towards him and instead directed to us. "Even Annabelle! Number one female beater I've ever seen in all my years," Madam Hooch gushed.

"Yeah right! My team will wipe the colors off their uniforms this year," Vincent interjected. His face flushed with anger at the clear dismissal from the coach.

"Ah Vincent. Good to see you... You know if you changed positions you would have a better chance. You're far too... broad to be a seeker," Madam Hooch said thoughtfully.

Although Vincent had height advantage he was too stocky and muscular to perform his duty as seeker. But he refused to change positions since the glory of catching the golden snitch for your team was tantalizing. His greed for glory and attention pushed him to failure instead of success. He practically had to bully his teammates to keep playing. No one wanted a captain as disdainful as him but he had prefect benefits so they stuck around.

"My teammates just need more practice, that's all!" Vincent huffed, sticking his nose up at me.

"Or a new captain," I giggled amongst my group of friends.

"What was that!" Vincent shrieked angrily.

"Now enough arguing. We need to start tryouts," Madam Hooch interfered. She was well aware of our disdain for each other and it showed on the field in a most dangerous viciousness. After all, the quidditch field was the best place to let all your anger out on someone. With a huff from Vincent and I, we followed Madam Hooch back to the field. It was nice to see familiar faces and the poor looks on the Gryffindor players. I knew they didn't really want to be there but it was cool that they still tried their best in learning the sport.