Sidra Finch wanted nothing more than for Regulus Black to notice her but when he finally does will it be everything she dreamed of or will he turn out to be just another filthy pureblood?
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It was the first Quidditch match of Sidra's fifth year at Hogwarts.
The winds had come in early this year, making Autumn far cooler than conventional and the game much harder to concentrate on.
Sidra's dark hair whipped around her face in a frenzy; she battled to make out who had the Quaffle. Just then a familiar chuckle sounded to her right – of course he had it. Sirius Black - one of Gryffindor's Chasers and a huge pain in her backside.
She brushed her hair out of her eyes with an annoyed huff and flew towards the Gryffindor boy, kicking the Quaffle out from the security of his arm and to one of her teammates. She stuck her tongue out as she passed him and in return, he called her a string of terrible names that ought not to be repeated in polite company.
"Sidra!" Her teammate called and threw the Quaffle to her. She raced to the hoops and sent it hurtling through, straight over the Gryffindor Keeper's head.
"Finch scores! That puts Slytherin in the lead; 70 to 60!"
She turned to see her adoring fans - an entire section of the stands was decked in green and her fellow classmates were chanting her name. She couldn't help but revel in the talent that came with being a Finch.
"It's dumb luck," Sirius called, his voice almost drowned out by the blistering wind. Sidra caught what he said and turned to glare at him.
"That explains why Slytherin's won for years now." She may have added something else to piss him off but was sidetracked as the golden Snitch zoomed past her head followed closely by the Slytherin Seeker.
"Regulus Black is in pursuit of the Snitch! Another win for Slytherin would break the record of most games won consecutively!"
Sidra shook her head and refocused on the game, doing everything to get the image of Regulus with his wind-mussed hair out of her mind so she might actually be able to concentrate.
The Quaffle shot through both sides' hoops several more times, pushing the scores closer together every time and increasing the tension on the pitch tenfold. The Snitch would be the tie-breaker.
