FOUR

MADISON

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  Today was the big day. Everyone in Hogwarts had been anticipating for the next Gryffindor versus Slytherin match in Quidditch. I could hear the stands boom with students and professors' voices from the Lockeroom door. Can't wait to lose yet another game to Harry freaking Potter. All I really care about is showing up the Weasley twins, especially George. With his stupid little bat and his stupid little remarks and that stupid little grin. Pft.  

  With being the only girl on the team, getting dressed and ready was my favorite part of the whole game. Well, that and hitting a bludger towards the many faces on the field. I have my very own changing room to think and relax in the silence before having to listen to Flint's barking mouth. I quickly finished changing and put my hair into Dutch braids, tying two green bows on the ends. 

  After waiting for almost 20 minutes for them to get ready I grew more and more impatient. I grabbed my things and steered towards the boy's door, knocking three times. The violent smell of testosterone hit me before the door even opened. 

    Flint stood at the door with a look on his face that said, oh, I forgot you were here. 

  I rolled my eyes to the back of my head. "Let's speed this up," I remarked, shoving past Malfoy to steal his bench seat. 

  "Everyone, listen. We're going to destroy those Gryffindorks this time," he proclaimed as he pointed at Draco, who had just finished putting his boots on. "Get the snitch, I don't care what it takes. Knock Potter off of his broom if you have to."

  Malfoy scoffed and rolled his eyes. "Potter has nothing against me. It's going to be an easy win," he chuckled, yanking onto his broom and standing up, leaning his body weight against it. "Scarhead won't even get the chance."

  "Yeah, you said that last time, Malfoy," Blaise retorted and I couldn't help but snicker.

  Draco shot a glance between Blaise and I, scrunching his nose in annoyance. "Amused, you two?"

  Before I could hit him with a response, Flint called everyone out of the changing room and onto the field. I jogged alongside my friend Blaise, who seemed to be one of the few sanest people in Slytherin. Albeit sane might be an overstatement. 

  "Some shit pep-talk," I murmured to Blaise as he grinned in response. Lucian Bole, a dirty-blonde haired boy who always held a bored expression on his face, slapped my back and hooted. He was our other beater; he wasn't too bad. Played dirty, but not bad. 

  We had about five minutes before the game would officially start. Flint was already baring his teeth like an animal, or more like a gargoyle. God, I despised my house sometimes. Not all of us are greasy assholes, but I can't speak for the rest of my team. 

  The crowd got became ear-splitting, meaning the match was now about to begin. Across the field were the Gryffindor's running out to the middle of the arena, huddling together to talk about whatever nerds talk about.

  "Let's kick some Gryffindork arse," Flint said smugly as we followed him onto the field, standing only a few feet away from the Gryffindors. I noticed Ashlin first, who looked up from her team and flipped me off discretely. I blew her a kiss in return of her kind gesture. George Weasley looked to see who Ash was flipping off as his eyes met mine. He shook his grinning head and sent a quick wink my way. I had never wanted to win a game so badly before, just so I can shove it in his face later.