As I opened my eyes the next morning, I found myself lying on the ground with the book resting on my lap. I carefully placed the book on the nightstand and rose to my feet, replaying yesterday's events in my mind. A proud smile spread across my face as I remembered how I had kicked Matthew's ass last night. After completing my morning routine, I checked the time and saw that I still had plenty of time for breakfast. I made my way to the Great Hall, which was bustling with students chatting and moving about. Curious, I approached a red-headed Weasley girl who was sporting a Gryffindor jersey. "What's going on?" I asked her. "Quidditch practice," she replied.
Although I was not particularly fond of Quidditch, I was always up for a game. I recollected how I had been a seeker in my second year and how Slytherin had won thanks to me. Sadly, that was the last time Slytherin had won. As I was about to sit down at the table, someone placed their hand on my shoulder. I turned to find Pansy, the irritating girl, looking at me with feigned innocence. I knew better than to trust her, so I simply ignored her and proceeded to pile a few pancakes on my plate. Although I could feel her gaze burning a hole in the back of my neck, I refused to acknowledge her.
"Ophelia, we're having Quidditch practice," she said, emphasizing the word 'we.' I knew she would never be selected, considering how poor she was at sports. She could barely handle herself, let alone an entire team. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Draco and his minions approaching us. Something seemed off about him lately, and I wasn't sure if it was just me or if others had noticed it too. "Ophelia, listen up. We need a new seeker. Higgs is out of commission and I know there's only one person who can fill his shoes," Draco's voice was full of hope, but I wasn't about to give in. Ever since he had helped Umbridge, I had been furious with him. Really furious. I turned my attention to my food, chewing loudly and deliberately to make them feel triggered.
"And what, in good Heavens, makes you think I would be willing to assist you?" I inquired, my gaze fixed upon the ferret standing before me. The group of them lingered there, like cheap fans waiting for their favorite celebrities to sign autographs. I could sense Draco grinding his teeth in frustration. "You know as well as I do that the last time we won, it was because of you," he finally admitted through gritted teeth. I gave him a tight-lipped smile, my mouth still full of food. "And in return, what would you do for me?" I asked, raising my eyebrows and looking at each of them in turn. "Anything you say," Draco replied, turning his attention elsewhere, his anger palpable. Pansy began to protest, but I silenced her with a dark glare and a sharp "shush." "Very well," I acquiesced to his begging request. Being a seeker was no easy task, but I knew I had the potential. All I needed to do was focus and remain active.
I sauntered through the halls of Hogwarts, the weight of my books in my arms reminding me how my life is becoming a rollercoaster and I'm diving down and down. My father's class was the first of the day, and I couldn't bear the thought of being on time. The halls were empty, save for the occasional whispering portrait or scurrying mouse. But then, I heard her voice. Luna Lovegood, the girl who always seemed to be in her own world, glided up to me with a wave and a smile. "Hi, Ophelia," she trilled. I couldn't help but roll my eyes at her. "How have you been these days?" she asked, her saccharine voice grating on my nerves. "As good as it can be," I lied, my eyes flickering away from her probing gaze. My life had been in shambles since last year, but I didn't want to burden her with my problems. We walked in a comfortable silence, the sound of our footsteps echoing off the stone walls. Luna suddenly veered off down a hallway, leaving me alone to Merlin knows where.
I finally arrived at the classroom, the door creaking open to reveal the familiar sight of desks and chalkboards. I glanced around the room, taking in the various students who had already arrived. I could feel their eyes on me, and I couldn't help but feel a twinge of annoyance. I was used to being the center of attention, but today I just wanted to blend in.
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The Chosen One (MattheoRiddle x Ophelia)
Fanfiction🚫Will not be continued 🚫 *Being Re-written* Ophelia Lily Snape is a notorious student at Hogwarts. Intelligent, cunning and funny, she makes friends despite her wicked behaviour. Her biting humor and clever quips are legendary. But beneath her tou...