Dandelions

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Maya POV

"I can't believe you missed the Quidditch final!" Jeremy exclaimed as I sat on the sofa in front of the fireplace. "The atmosphere was insane! The Ravenclaws all turned up dressed in Red, and guess what? So did the Hufflepuffs. Three-Fourths of the stands cheered for the lions. As soon as the match began, George hit Warrington and Angelina scored. Enraged, Flint crashed into Angelina, and she nearly fell off the broom! Fred Weasley threw a bat at Flint, which made him smash his face into the broom handle, and his nose started to bleed. A real protective boyfriend that one. Flint deserved it if you ask me..." He continued to narrate, making me regret my decision to skip the match.

"Maya!" Cho yelled from the Ravenclaw common room door. "You have to come with me now! Weasley and Pucey are wrestling each other. Someone is sure to get killed today." She panted.

I jumped off the sofa and followed Cho. So did every other Ravenclaw present there. No one could resist a good fight. Cho led us to a large hallway on the third floor. It was a blood bath there.

It wasn't just George and Pucey, the entire Gryffindor and Slytherin Quidditch teams were engaged in the fight! Fred was single-handedly taking down Flint and Dole while Harry and Malfoy were tugging at each other's collars. Wood was engaged in a verbal battle with Cassius. Ron and Ginny were involved too! They are not even on the team!

Pucey was lying on the floor, and George sat on his chest, aiming punches at his face. I watched in horror as Pucey spat out blood.

I had seen enough! We were way too close to the O.W.L.S for me to risk using my wand. I rushed towards George, wrapped my elbow around his neck, and dragged him off Pucey's chest.

"Please stop," I bellowed into George's ear as I felt his palm coil itself around the back of my neck. Hearing my voice, he immediately let go of my neck.

"Get out of here, Maya." He groaned. "I would have snapped your fucking neck! STAY OUT OF IT!"

"THAT'S ENOUGH! YOU WILL BLOODY KILL HIM!" I pointed at Pucey writhing in pain on the cold floor, his mouth covered in blood.

"WHAT IS WITH YOU WEASLEYS!" I placed myself between Flint and Fred and jerked the latter away from the Slytherin captain. I grabbed a chunk of Ginny's hair and dragged her away from Pansy.

Oliver and Hermione helped me break apart the rest of the uncordial parties.

"Flint! Please take Pucey to the infirmary. He has lost a lot of blood." I begged.

Flint and Cassius lifted Pucey off the floor.

"Hey beautiful, aren't you coming?" Pucey sang, agitating George further.

"GO! Keep Pucey's bloody mouth shut. He is concussed. PLEASE LEAVE!" I yelled at the Slytherins while trying to keep George's Six-foot frame from reaching Pucey. I leaned my entire weight on George preventing him from moving in on the Slytherins again. Despite the circumstances, physical contact with my best friend felt therapeutic.

I let out a sigh of relief as the green cloaks disappeared around the corner. George nudged me off himself, fuming with rage. I winced at the loss of contact.

"Show is over. Please disperse!" Oliver shouted at the crowd.

George needed some time to calm off, so I turned my attention to Fred.

"What is it with you Weasleys? Why do you resort to violence for everything? Do you realize the kind of influence you are having on Ron and Ginny?" I went off on Fred once the crowd dispersed.

"Your fucking ex-boyfriend came to us searching for trouble! We were heading out to celebrate our victory. WE DIDN'T ASK FOR IT!" Fred snapped.

"They use their words! YOU USE YOUR MOUTH TOO, NOT YOUR LIMBS!" I explained.