That Goddamn Twinkle - ENZO BERKSHIRE

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➵ THE LAKES- TAYLOR SWIFT
"I don't belong, and my beloved, neither do you."

"Pretty pleaseeeee." Rory pleaded, holding Pansy's hands.

"What's in it for me?" Pansy replied.

"I'll do anything. Please. I haven't played quidditch in so long, it's killing me, pans."

"Ugh, fine. But you owe me!"

"I love you." Rory sighed with relief and hugged her best friend.

They were going to play a group match of quidditch— it wasn't going to work properly as there was only six of them playing so they had nobody to play against. Rory had been begging them to play all morning.

Nobody understood how important quidditch was to her. Quidditch was her escape from reality. Rory still didn't know how long she had until she became a werewolf— quidditch eased her mind whenever she stressed about it.

She had been trying to convince Pansy to be the referee. Theo offered but he couldn't be trusted. Rory needed somebody that would actually pull her away if she got too heated. Theo would just sit back and encourage her behaviour. "Come on! Positions everybody!" Rory shouted.

Draco found a load of old brooms in his basement- they weren't the best brooms but they would manage. "How's it going to work? There's only six of us." Mattheo asked.

"I don't know, I still haven't figured it out." Rory sighed, her mind churning like cog-work .

"Marcus Flint lives down the road, he could come over? Pansy could join as well so then there would be eight of us. We could have one of each position on each team. So like one seeker, one beater, one chaser and one keeper." Draco suggested.

"Oh my god, Draco! You are a genius!" Rory exclaimed.

"I'll go knock on his door, somebody come with me." he said.

"I'll come." she offered.

They left the house and walked down the road. As it turns out, the Flints were just as rich as the Malfoys— which didn't surprise Rory whatsoever. "What do I say when I knock?" Draco asked.

"Uh, just ask him if he wants to play quidditch with all of us." Rory shrugged and he nodded. The pair had made up since their small argument other night. It was their fourth day at the Malfoy's and they had ran out of things to do.

They stepped onto the driveway and made their way to the front door. Rory noticed that the door was only a few inches taller than Draco's. Draco leaned forward and knocked on the door. They waited a few seconds before the door crept open. "Rory! Draco! What're you doing here?" Marcus beamed.

When Rory noticed Draco remaining silent, she stepped in. "Uh, we just wanted to ask if you'll play quidditch with us? We need one more person to play. It's just us, Blaise, Mattheo, Theo, Pansy and Enzo." Rory asked.

He nodded slowly, "Well, my mates are round too—could they join? There's six of us, including me. I doubt Parkinson wants to play quidditch so we could just play six vs six?"

Rory and Draco shared a look. "I don't see why that'd be a problem." Draco shrugged.

"Yeah, sure. Pansy hates quidditch." Rory laughed. Marcus winked and ran back to get his mates. "I really wish he would stop winking at me— it's weird. He's been doing it since I was in second year, it's a bit nonce-y don't you think?" she whispered to Draco.

He laughed, "Yeah, maybe we should be a bit worried."

"Probably."

Marcus came back to the door, this time with his friends behind him. Rory recognised a few of them but she couldn't remember all of their names. "This is Anthony, Adrien, Lucian, Chase and Ross. You probably recognise Adrien and Lucian." Marcus explained.