That Sunday, it was finally the day of the quidditch match between Slytherin and Gryffindor. Diana sat ready to commentate and McGonagall was eying her suspiciously, remembering the last few matches of the year before.
"Alright, so today the first match of the year, Slytherin against Gryffindor, honestly, this is a boring year, so I have no interesting rivalry's to tell you about at the moment, though I did just notice Barty Crouch winking at Evan Rossier, but that could have been my imagination of course." She says trough the mic, ignoring the looks Barty and Evan are throwing her from the pitch.
"We're not doing this again, Potter, focus on the game, not what's going on around it." McGonagall says and Diana nods. "Yes, of course professor."
"Anyway, the captains shake hands and the quaffle is in the air. Potter immediately snatched it and heads for the goals, he's almost hit by a bludger, not aimed by anyone, appareantly it was just out to get him, completely understandable of course, he is a bit of a dick sometimes-"
"What did I just say!" McGonagall scolds her. "Sorry, sorry." Diana chuckles.
"Potter passes the quaffle to McDonald who then proceeds to score, amazing! 10 points to Gryffindor! Told you you would do great on the team, Mary!" Diana cheers.
The game proceeds to go on for a while, McGonagall scolding Diana now and then.
"Oh look at that, Black is almost knocked into the next century because he feels like snogging instead of going to practice-" Diana didn't mention it was in fact her, he was snogging.
"Potter!"
"What? It's true professor! Oh look! James is headed for the hoops, he has the quaffle- and he's knocked of his broom- BLACK, EYES ON THE FUCKING-"
"Miss Potter!"
"Sorry Minnie, anyway, Slytherins got it now, good going Sirius. But- hey look at that, Mini Black spotted the Snitch, he dives, Smith is gaining on him, but he keeps going, almost there- and he's on the ground. Apparently he can see the snitch from a mile away but can't see the ground in front of his fucking face."
"DIANA!"
"Sorry Professor. McKinnon's got the quaffle now, she's doing great, oh Avery is gaining on her- LOOK AT THAT! Great Bludger aimed by Sirius Black, looks like he's got at least some talent left in him."
McGonagall didn't have something to tell the girl of with but was just looking at her disappointment in her eyes.
"Why are you looking at me like that? I think I did something wrong. But I'll hear it later, right now McKinnon is dodging Mulciber, AND SHE SCORES! 10 points to Gryffindor! Oh look at that, Mini Black is back on his broom. Of course he spots the snitch immediately but Smith is on his tail!"
"James! What the hell are you doing? Stop flirting with Evans and get the damn Quaffle, I thought you wanted to win- Don't stick that fucking finger up at me, I will cut it off and that's a promise."
"POTTER! Language!"
"Sorry. Avery has now got the Quaffle, McKinnon goes to take it- and she almost falls of her broom, but hey, she's still on there, you can take notes Avery- oh he scored, 10 points to Slytherin! While we're talking Smith and mini Black are still fighting for the Snitch but it seems like Black has the upper hand- and he got a Bludger in the back. Good aim from Egwu!"
"Sure wasn't that smart for Black to fall because Smith is now getting closer and closer to the snitch. AND HE CATCHES! GRYFFINDOR WINS! We can thank the Great Gryffindor team for that, except for one —I'm looking at you Sirius Black."
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inimicos amantes || Marauders Era || R.A.B
Fanfiction"Inimicos amantes" Latin for "Loving enemy's" Diana Potter had always been close to her older brother, sure, they fought, but it'd be over the next day. She missed him so much when he left for hogwarts the first year, but at his second, she was allo...
