𝗮𝘁𝘆𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗽𝗵𝗼𝗯𝗶𝗮, 𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗿𝘆 𝗽𝗼𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘅 𝗱𝗲𝗺𝗼𝗻 𝘀𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗲𝗿

EIGHT

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓

'𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘬𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘺 & 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘱𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘺'

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"SEEKER? BUT FIRST YEARS NEVER MAKE THE HOUSE TEAMS"

you walk alongside harry and ron,

what's a seeker gain? eh, sounds flamboyant enough

"you must be the youngest quidditch player in a-"

"century, according to mcgonagall" harry grins.

don't be getting too cocky there

fred and george come by, walking on either side of your little group.

"hey, well done, harry. wood's just told us"

"fred and george are on the team too. beaters"

beaters? i like the sound of that

"our job is to make sure that you don't get bloodied up too bad"

you raise your eyebrows,

bloodied up? this sounds like a flamboyant game!

"can't make any promises, of course. rough game, quidditch"

"brutal. but, no ones died in years. someone will vanish occasionally"

"but they'll turn up in a month or two!"

you clench your fist excitedly, "sounds like the kind of game i'd like!"

harry goes to ask something, but ron stops him.

"don't even bother"

harry glances at you before nodding, you flick the back of ron's head.

he hisses in pain.

"don't speak like that to the goddess of flashiness you drab-guy!"

harry looked a bit nervous about quidditch now.

"oh, go on harry. quidditch is great. best game there is, and you'll be great too"

you glance back at hermione who runs up to you all.

"but i've never even played quidditch. what if i make a fool of myself?"

"you won't make a fool of yourself. it's in your blood" hermione says, you riase an eyebrow.

she leads you all inside the castle, through some hallways and towards a trophy case.

"woah. harry, you never told me your father was a seeker too"