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❝𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨'𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳, 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥, 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘴 (𝘨𝘰!)❞

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❝𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯
𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨'𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦
𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳, 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦
𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥, 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦
𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴
𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘴 (𝘨𝘰!)❞

- 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘥𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘯'𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘴𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨


VEGA HAD BEEN NOTHING SHORT OF KNACKERED.

ravenclaw played slytherin a week after the start of term. slytherin won, though narrowly. according to wood, this was good news for gryffindor, who would take second place if they beat ravenclaw too.

he therefore increased the number of team practices to five a week. this meant that with lupin's anti-dementor classes, which in themselves were pretty damn draining, vega barely had a singular night to do her homework. 

now, this wasn't really that big of a problem. vega was undeniably smart, but that didn't stop the vigorous homework from being utterly draining. alongside her newfound friendship with famous harry potter, she found herself giving up a lot of her previous alone time to people she'd never really interacted with previously.

on a more negative note, harry and vega had truly foreshadowed the future for vega's precious new broom.

mcgonagall had stumbled across her about to use it for practice and brought her to the side, scolding her for not having talked to her and how dangerous it was, how it could have injured vega at any point if it was cursed and therefore confiscated it.

to say she was shitty was an understatement. the first good thing she'd had in years, only in her grasp for a matter of days before it was snatched away again.

vega understood mcgonagall's perspective on how it could potentially be dangerous, but it didn't stop her from being eternally shitty.

now, wood had tried to fight for vega's and harry's case, but as usual he worded it.. a little bit cruelly, making mcgonagall more annoyed. he had claimed that he didn't care if it threw either of you off, as long as you got some scores in and harry got the snitch. yeah. she was not happy about that one.

so in the end, vega was back to using her tatty old broom that felt like an immense downgrade, which it was.

january faded imperceptibly into february, with no change in the bitterly cold weather and transformations leaving her sick and freezing. the match against ravenclaw was drawing nearer and nearer and turns out harry still hadn't ordered a new broom.

vega, of course, hadn't needed to. her broom wasn't smashed to bits like his was. she could understand his need to get the firebolt back, but if he didn't hurry up and order a new broom, gryffindor was screwed. vega had heard him asking about the firebolt after every transfiguration lesson, a sigh feeling like a permanent sound on her lips.

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