Marauders Writings

[8] What's That Like? | J.P

note : ah yes, good ol' misogyny - dedicating this to that one classmate I had who said I wasn't allowed to curse because women shouldn't say crude things, hi <3 this is also a part of a series i have on tumblr called "taylor swift + marauders" <33

warning/s : misogyny, discrimination, being belittled and insulted, men being ew, toxic masculinity, harassment, mentions of blood and injuries, fighting (?), someone gets punched in the face, parties, mentions of alcohol and getting drunk,uhm asshole-ish Sirius Black (sorry lmao), James drinks his respect women juice

You were always underestimated all your life for being born a girl - and you were used to it, but it doesn't get any better when you became the only female player in the Gryffindor Quidditch team and gets subjected to even more criticism. words : 3.2k

└——————— - [ 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 : 𝚃𝚊𝚢𝚕𝚘𝚛 𝚂𝚠𝚒𝚏𝚝 - 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙼𝚊𝚗 ]. +

You were nervous to say the least - you were the only girl at the try-outs and everyone was looking at you weirdly. You had to stand there with all their gaze pointed at you while waiting for the Gryffindor team to arrive.

You clutched your broom at your side and mumbled affirmations to yourself, willing your racing heart to calm down. It took a few minutes before the try-outs started, you were so nervous you almost couldn't take off with your broom.

But you knew you had to calm down. Getting nervous and epically failing would only make it worse for you, that would prove them right and you'd do anything to do the opposite so you swallowed the lump forming in your throat and gripped your broom.

You were trying out for the keeper position, faced with three bigger and stronger students from a year below you. You could almost gulp at the sight of them - since when did they make fifth-years like that?

Tall frame and broad shoulders - intimidating was an understatement.

But you chose not to let it get to you - a mock game of Quidditch began, and you did your best during it. Blocking every quaffle that tried to get past the hoops, and you could proudly say you did well.

You held your own against the well-built men in the opposing team and kept your focus even as bludgers got past the beaters and headed for you.

When the try-outs were over, you all land back to the ground holding your brooms and you held your breath in anticipation. Keeping your eyes on Potter and Black ahead, holding a list and addressing the crowd of eager players.

"We're glad for today's turn out - didn't expect this many people," Potter cleared his throat. "And we got some promising players but sadly we can't accept everyone."

Even your crush on James couldn't help you clam down - nevermind how good he looked in the Quidditch robes, your knuckles are white while gripping your broom!