The brisk autumn air whispered promises of excitement as the Quidditch season approached Hogwarts once again. The Quidditch pitch, usually a canvas of green, awaited the thunderous symphony of broomsticks and the adrenaline-fueled dance of seekers, chasers, and beaters.In the heart of the Slytherin common room, Azrael, the captain of the Slytherin Quidditch team, gathered his teammates for an important announcement. Evita and Evan, with their matching determination, and Regulus, with his aristocratic composure, listened intently to Azrael's instructions.
"Listen up, you lot," Azrael's voice echoed through the common room. "Quidditch season is upon us, and we need to reinforce our ranks. Tryouts will be held later today on the pitch. I want each of you at your best, and we're looking for talent that matches our standard."
Evita, with her signature air of authority, nodded in agreement. Evan, always eager for a chance to showcase his skills, cracked a confident smile. Regulus maintained his calm attitude, his gray eyes reflecting a mix of determination and anticipation.
Quintessa, the only non-player in their close-knit group, observed with a quiet grace. While not a Quidditch enthusiast, Quin understood the importance of the sport to her friends and offered her support in her own way.
As the day unfolded, the Quidditch pitch transformed into a bustling arena. Students from all houses, fueled by dreams of soaring through the sky, gathered for the tryouts. Azrael, a vision of Slytherin pride in his Quidditch robes, surveyed the crowd with a discerning eye.
However, a shadow loomed over Azrael's excitement. The announcement that James Potter had been appointed Gryffindor's Quidditch captain did not sit well with him. The longstanding rivalry between Gryffindor and Slytherin had only intensified over the years, and having James Potter at the helm of the Gryffindor team added another layer of intensity to the competition.
As Azrael and his friends prepared for the tryouts, the tension between houses hung palpably in the air. The green and silver of Slytherin clashed with the red and gold of Gryffindor, creating an atmosphere charged with anticipation and rivalry.
On the Quidditch pitch, Azrael, with a commanding presence, led the tryouts, evaluating the skill and potential of aspiring Slytherin players. Evita, Evan, and Regulus demonstrated their prowess, showcasing the finesse that had become synonymous with the Serpents.
In the distance, James Potter orchestrated the Gryffindor tryouts with a confidence that bordered on arrogance. The clash of broomsticks, the exhilarating dives, and the thunderous cheers from onlookers painted a vivid picture of the spirited competition between the two houses.
The Quidditch pitch lay bathed in the soft hues of the setting sun, a canvas of dreams and aspirations for those who sought the thrill of the sky. Evita, clad in her sleek Slytherin Quidditch robes, reveled in the exhilaration of the cool breeze against her face as she soared on her broom. The feeling of weightlessness, the rush of wind through her hair—it was a sanctuary she cherished.
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PRIMADONNA | j. potter
Fanfiction❝ would you do anything for me? buy a big diamond ring for me? ❞ ━ in which evita rosier, a slytherin pure-blood and evan rosier's younger twin, is the reason of james potter's daily annoyance or ━ in which two different people find themselves goin...