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⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎... ⋙ chapter seventeen ✷ words that affect
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APOLLO LET OUT A TIRED YAWN AS HE LAID SLEEPILY ON HERMIONE'S SHOULDER. She had a book on her lap, skimming through the pages lightly as Ron was munching loudly on his toast. It was early, though despite that, Ron and Hermione insisted so they could watch Harry train.
He rubbed his eyes, letting out a small whine as he saw Harry walking onto the field, looking their way where the three sat at the stands.
"Aren't you finished yet?" Ron called incredulously while Harry made his way over.
"Haven't even started," Harry said, looking jealously at the toast and marmalade Ron and Hermione had brought out of the Great Hall. Apollo grabbed one, passing it to Harry who grinned as his thanks. "Wood's been teaching us new moves."
Taking a swift few bites, he past the remaining back to Apollo who ate it as he watched Harry mount his broomstick and kick at the ground, soaring up into the air. He soared right around the stadium at full speed, racing Fred and George, while Apollo went back to half napping on his best friend's shoulder.
"What's that funny clicking noise?" Ron asked.
Apollo looked above them, only to see little Colin Creevey snapping his camera Harry's way. He snorted slightly, pointing a finger for Ron which only made the ginger sigh.
"Look this way, Harry! This way!" he cried shrilly.
Just as Apollo was about to go back to sleep, he saw several people in green robes were walking onto the field, broomsticks in their hands.
"What're they doing here?" Ron asked, frowning like he sensed trouble.
Hermione closed her book. "By the looks of Wood, seems like the Gryffindors don't know either."
Apollo looked over, seeing Wood had shot toward the ground, landing rather harder than he meant to in his anger, staggering slightly as he dismounted. Harry, Fred, and George followed.
"Flint!" Wood bellowed at the Slytherin Captain. "This is our practice time! We got up specially! You can clear off now!"
Marcus Flint was even larger than Wood. He had a look of trollish cunning on his face as he replied, "Plenty of room for all of us, Wood."
Angelina, Alicia, and Katie had come over, too. There were no girls on the Slytherin team, who stood shoulder to shoulder, facing the Gryffindors, leering to a man.
"But I booked the field!" Wood said, positively spitting with rage. "I booked it!"
"Ah," Flint said. "But I've got a specially signed note here from Professor Snape."
