𝐀𝐍 𝐔𝐍𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐋𝐘 𝐀𝐅𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐑 . . . 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐲

𝟎𝟎𝟓. 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤, 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲, 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥

𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐢. 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬

chapter five. fuck, marry, kill

APOLOGIES HAD NEVER BEEN ADDY'S STRONG SUIT.

This had been shown multiple times throughout the girl's life, that she had never been good enough with words to form a proper apology. Her friendship with Bronwyn had allowed her to be better, but she was still seriously lacking on the compassion front.

She did, inevitably, have to apologize to Percy Weasley. This thought ran through her mind almost the entire quidditch practice that Marcus Flint was leading at the moment. It's not that she wanted to swallow her pride and apologize to the Gryffindor, but she had to. She did not want to know what the outcome would be like if he told Severus Snape that she was impossible to work with, or how long it would be until she could sit down comfortably once Eleanor Hawthorne got wind of it.

Addy balanced on her broom at least a hundred feet off the ground, a Quaffle sitting in her hands as she passed it over to Marcus, who then passed it to Adrian while Addy flew towards the Keeper's hoops, a concentrated expression on her face. They had been practicing the same drill for thirty minutes.

"AGAIN!" Marcus Flint yelled throughout the pitch as he glared over at Terrence, who hadn't laid eyes on the snitch all practice.

"For the love of Merlin." Addy muttered to the closest person on her team next to her, which happened to be Miles Bletchley. He chuckled, looking over at his teammate.

"Imagine being his roommate."

"If you ever need a peaceful night, there's an extra bed in mine and Malfoy's room." Addy told the boy as she flew toward the center of the pitch against her will, to run the route for the seventy third time.

"HIGGS! YOU DO KNOW YOU'RE MEANT TO CATCH THE FUCKING SNITCH, RIGHT?"

Terrence had been slightly off his game today, and pretty much everyday since practices had begun. Addy didn't know if it was the announcement of Gryffindor's newest seeker, who they were set to play in a little over a month, or if it was the fact that he had a looming career session with Professor Snape, or if he was just not in the mood. What she did know was that Marcus Flint didn't give a rat's ass why, he was just pissed.

"DISMOUNT!"

After what seemed like forever and a day to the eight members of the Slytherin Quidditch team – because yes, Cassius Warrington was forced to participate every waking minute of practice, even though he never saw the air during an actual game – they were finally able to swiftly dismount their brooms and meet in the middle of the pitch, undoubtedly for a chastising that would last a century.

Addy looked at her watch as she shuffled over beside Adrian and Carina, sweat dripping down all three of their bodies as their chests moved up and down rapidly. She had twenty minutes to get changed and meet Percy in the library, and it was looking like she was going to be late.

"Good work today, everyone." Marcus began, and the rest of his team looked at him with their mouths slightly agape, waiting for the backhanded compliment that he was set to give.

"If you lot want to lose to Ravenclaw this year, you're doing a hell of a job."

There it was.

Addy groaned, and Adrian looked anywhere but at his captain. Carina just rolled her eyes at the boy, fiddling with her broomstick. Poor Terrence Higgs looked like he wanted to run as fast as he possibly could.