Silent Riot | Regulus Black

TWENTY NINE

Regulus and Gemma met up every evening for the next week without fail. Sometimes their sessions would run deep into the night, and Gemma found herself using History of Magic lessons to catch up on her sleep. 

Unfortunately, it was almost to no avail. Regulus seemed to be making no progress, and every time she told him to use a different memory, he would insist he was using the strongest one he could. 

They both knew that wasn't true though. If it was then the patronus should be working. But she didn't say anything, they'd been somewhat civil these past few days and she didn't want to interrupt that.  

Gemma had also resumed quidditch practise. She was a bit rusty from her long break, but she was becoming familiar with the broom again, and knew she would have no trouble with the match after Easter. She and Mulciber were getting along fairly well now, although she was still considerably better than him. 

The chasers on the other hand, were an absolute disgrace. Gemma wasn't sure what training Regulus had been giving them, but Jules kept fumbling with the ball and Avery was too slow on his broom. Ted ended up getting frustrated at them, and he lodged the quaffle right into Avery's face. It smashed into his nose before he could react, and the nose broke while blood spurted everywhere. 

'What the hell!' Regulus roared at Ted, and Avery howled in pain. 'How are we supposed to practise if you start maiming my players!'

'We'd probably do better without him!' Ted snapped, but Gemma knew it wasn't just quidditch that had him all riled up with Avery. 

'I'll take him to the hospital wing,' Mulciber droned boredly, touching down on the ground.

'No,' Regulus ordered. 'You need to practise more, your slower than my grandmother without her walker. Gemma and Snyde will take him, since they're the only competent players left on this godforsaken team.'

'Ugh,' she grumbled, as she looped Avery's arm round her shoulder. Snyde did the same with his other.

'Serious, Blythe, you can't walk yourself?' He asked. 'It's a broken nose, not leg.'

'It hurts,' Avery moaned. Snyde shook his head.

'You are worse than a child.' Gemma snapped. 'Now we have to miss practise because of you.'

'Looked like it was your friend that bludgeoned him,' Snyde said accusingly, as they made their way off the pitch.

'That's because he's in love with his girlfriend, I bet it has nothing to do with quidditch,' she replied bitterly. Snyde barked a laugh. 

'Teddy Nott, in love with Isolde Greengrass? Who could've guessed.'

'Wait... what?' Avery mumbled. They ignored him and entered the castle. 

'How did we win against Ravenclaw, anyway?' She questioned. 'You guys suck.'

'Yeah well, this is the first practise we've had in a while,' He shrugged. She stared.

'What? Regulus told me you guys practise every day.'

'Every day!' Snyde laughed. 'We've been luck to get twice a week, screw once a day.'

'That lying git,' she said through gritted teeth. He laughed again.

'Besides, beating Ravenclaw isn't exactly difficult,' he continued. 'They should stick to books and being boring, honestly.' Gemma laughed, as they finally hauled the casualty up the stairs and into the hospital wing. 

'Another quidditch injury!' Madam Pomfrey said shrilly. She glared at Gemma. 'I suppose this was you, hm?'

'What?' Gemma said, while Snyde snickered, but Madam Pomfrey was busy scolding Avery.