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Willow glares as she stares at Snyder "Why is he on the team?" she asks her brother. "Because Terence wants to take a step back with this being his final year." Marcus explains. "...does it have to be him though?" Willow whines. "What's wrong Mikaelson, jealous that my Father got us all new Nimbus 2001s?" Snyder asks. "Not really, especially when Marcus and I's family had already got us custom ones." Willow responds with an overly sweet smile, holding up her black, green and silver broom that matches Marcus'. The rest of the team bite back laughs "Come on, I want to get to practice. I was meant to be spending the day to catch up with Ced, now I'm spending just the afternoon." Willow tells her brother. Marcus smiles "Come on then." he tells her and the rest of the team, the seven of them walking towards the Qudditch pitch.
The seven of them walk onto the pitch, Wood flying down and staggering slightly with anger as he dismounts. Harry, Fred and George land behind him, Willow giving a slightly apologetic smile "Flint! This is our practice time! We got up specially! You can clear off now!" Wood glares. "Plenty of room for all of us, Wood." Marcus tells him. Angelina, Alicia, and Katie join them "But I booked the field! I booked it!" Wood glares. "Ah, but I've got a specially signed note here from Professor Snape. 'I, Professor S. Snape, give the Slytherin team permission to practice today on the Quidditch field owing to the need to train their new Seeker'." Flint tells him, reading out the note. "You've got a new Seeker? Where?" Wood asks. Snyder walks out from behind the rest of the team, smirking slightly "Aren't you Richard Snyder's son?" Fred asks, looking at Snyder with dislike. "Funny you should mention my father. Let me show you the generous gift he's made to the Slytherin team." Snyder smirks, he and the other members showing their nimbus 2001s. Willow and Marcus roll their eyes "Very latest model. Only came out last month. I believe it outstrips the old Two Thousand series by a considerable amount. As for the old Cleansweeps, sweeps the board with them." Snyder tells them. "Ego's bigger than Dads." Willow mutters to Marcus, making him nod in agreement.
"Oh, look, a field invasion." Snyder remarks, Ron and Hermione crossing the grass to see what's happening. "What's happening? Why aren't you playing? And what's he doing here?" Ron asks, glaring at Snyder. "I'm the new Slytherin Seeker, Weasley. Everyone's just been admiring the brooms my father's bought our team." Snyder tells him. "Accept Marcus and I, we have our own." Willow glares, looking at Snyder with distaste. Ron looks astounded at the brooms "Good, aren't they? But perhaps the Gryffindor team will be able to raise some gold and get new brooms, too. You could raffle off those Cleansweep Fives; I expect a museum would bid for them." Snyder sneers, Willow glaring at him as he laughs. "At least no one on the Gryffindor team had to buy their way in. They got in on pure talent." Hermione pipes up, Willow smiling at her friend. "No one asked your opinion, you filthy little Mudblood." Snyder spits. "How dare you!" Alicia shrieks. Willow snarls, her eyes changing as Marcus grabs to stop her from lunging at Snyder "Calm down, Low." he tells her gently. Willow growls, Fred and George going over to try and help Marcus calm her down. Ron shoves his hand into his robes, pulling out his wand "You'll pay for that one, Snyder!" he exclaims, pointing it at Snyder.
There's a loud bag as green light shoots out of Ron's wand, hitting him in the stomach and sending him flying back onto the grass "Ron! Ron! Are you all right?" Hermione squeals, rushing over. Ron opens his mouth but gives a massive belch as several slugs dribble out of his mouth "We'd better get him to Hagrid's, it's nearest." Harry tells Hermione. Fred and George look at each other and Marcus "We need to get her out of here before she looses more control." Marcus tells them. "We'll go find the boys." Fred nods. "They'll know how to calm her best." George adds, running ahead as Marcus pulls Willow out of the stadium. Willow breathes heavily, her eyes flickering back and forth between her vampire eyes and her normal eyes "Marc..." she whimpers. "It's alright, Low." he soothes, rubbing up and down her arm as he tries to soothe her. Fred and George soon run over with Draco, Blaise and Theo "Wills!" Draco exclaims. Willow whimpers, closing her eyes as she tries to ground herself. The three boys pull her into a group hug, letting her to use their scent to calm down.
