Too Sweet || Blaise Zabini

Good job, Captain.

Quidditch was a sport that Blaise had been playing since he was way too young to be on a broom. Something about flying in the air while simultaneously trying to win a game sounded like the best time, and when he begged his mum for a broom and she said yes, it was a match made in heaven.

All throughout the break, he stayed consistent with his training. He worked up early to practice some different tricks he could use at quidditch games. This had to be the year that Slytherin beat Gryffindor, even if they were a player down.

That didn't stop Camden from going to every practice and writing down every note Blaise barked at them in a tone he reserved for leading his team. He was the captain, and he reveled in the fact that the team had to do what he said when he said it.

All of his winter training has been leading up to this– the first game of the season. This game would propel the team to greatness or failure. He was confident they would win, but Simon was on the other team and he liked to fight dirty.

Blaise didn't tell Kali to come to this game, since his plan was to shove Simon off his broom so many times Madame Pomfrey would have to sew him back together. He didn't think it was a sight the sweet girl would like to see, no matter how much she was mad at Simon.

The Slytherin locker room was buzzing with energy, everyone wanting to go out and crush the competition. They stood around their captain, waiting for him to say a speech that Blaise hadn't prepared.

"Okay, lads," He clapped his hands to get their attention. "This game will probably be bloody, but we need to persevere. We need to show those Ravenclaw arseholes that if you mess with one of ours, we won't stand idly. This has to be a good season, so give it your all."

With cheers and howls, the team let his words sink in and was finally ready. They heard what he said and took it to heart. They needed a good game, and they were going to get it. They weren't about to let some puny Ravenclaws ruin their season, especially because Blaise, Draco and Camden were graduating.

They stepped on the field, the usual song they walk out to playing loudly throughout the air. Blaise basked in their applause, loving the way his house came out here to support him and his team. Still, his eyes flitted through the bleachers, trying to find Kali, but she wasn't there. He didn't invite her, so he had no reason to be disappointed.

As soon as they were on the brooms, Draco left to find the snitch and Blaise was left to guard the field. Simon, being the little troublemaking shit he was, immediately came over to him with a smug look on his face.

"Oi, Zabini, I didn't see your girl in the stands." He said with a smile while keeping his balance on the broom. "Trouble in paradise already?"

"No," Balise shook his head, keeping his voice as level as possible. "I just didn't want her to see when I crushed you out here. It's far too violent for Kali, don't you think?"

Simon shrugged, he wore no glasses today so he didn't have to worry about seeing well. "She always came to my matches without me asking, so maybe it's a you problem."

Blaise wanted to shove him off the air so badly, but he needed to do it in a more hidden manner if he didn't want a penalty. McGonagall was always watching and she had no problem reporting this behavior to the Headmaster.

Blaise, like most of the Slytherins, had a problem with Dumbledore. It's not because of the first wizarding war and the way he treated the death eaters, but more so because he shows blatant favoritism to Gryffindor and it just isn't fair. Slytherin and Hufflepuff are just as good, if not better, than Gryffindor, yet he can't see that, blinded by admiration.

The game was advancing and the cold was getting to the team. If they got the snitch, the game was theirs. If they didn't, then they weren't going down with a fight. Simon had made a point to taunt Blaise in the air the whole time, and he was at his end.