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[The screen fades into a white light before zooming in on the Gryffindor table again. The next morning, in the great hall. Anthea is sitting with Neville at the Gryffindor table eating breakfast]

Neville: You nervous, Thea?

Anthea: [shrugging] Nah. Not really. I mean, is there a feeling that someone can strike me out of the sky at any given moment when I'm on my broom? Yes. But other than that, am I fine? Yes.

Neville: There's no way that you'll be struck from the sky, Thea.

Anthea: Whatever you say, Neville.

Zeus can't help but grumble at the screen whilst the rest of the god sit there laughing at him. "You know, brother, you really are an ass," Zeus comments.

[Just as Anthea finishes speaking, Snape appears at the table, causing a sigh to escape from Anthea's lips.]

Snape: Good luck today, Potter. Hopefully, a little game of Quidditch won't be the downfall of the wizarding world's golden girl... especially since it is against Slytherin. [Snape walks off, limping, something that Anthea notices quickly.]

"I don't like how he speaks to you," Hades whispers to Anthea.

"I'm just as rude to him, don't worry," Anthea tells him, smiling at her lover.

"I'm not worried about how you're speaking to him, I care about how he seems to be speaking to you," Hades states, causing Anthea's smile to become soft.

Anthea: Huh. Snape. He's limping which means that he knows what Quirrel is doing and must have been on the third floor, trying to stop him.

Neville: [nodding his head] we're telling this information to Draco later, right?

Anthea: [nodding her head at Neville's questions] Well duh. I'm not going to leave him in the dark with this information.

[Their attention is suddenly pulled away by the screeching of an owl as it enters the Great Hall. One of the owl's is carrying a very large, long parcel and heads straight to Anthea before dropping it on the table in front of her.]

Neville: Bit early for mail, isn't it?

Anthea: Yeah. But as I've made the Gryffindor quidditch team, McGonagall said that she was going to get me a broomstick and seeing as I've not got one and have been using the school broomsticks for practice, I can assume that this the broom.

[Anthea grabs the package before pushing her plates backwards and placing the package where her food was. She begins to undo the strings holding the paper on before pulling everything off. The broom is revealed.]

Neville: [exasperated] That's a Nimbus two thousand!

Draco: [appearing behind Anthea] Bloody hell! Who in the name of Merlin got you that?