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(🥀)═══ CHAPTER SIXTEEN ❝ fungletuffs ❞
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The drama on the pitch quickly spread through the castle, carried by the excited and gossiping voices of students. News of Mazikeen’s defiant confrontation with the older Rosier reached every corner, stirring whispers and speculation in the common rooms and hallways alike.
Among those who heard the commotion was Tom Riddle.
He sat on the edge of his bed in the Slytherin dormitory, the dim light from the enchanted lamps casting long shadows on the stone walls. He absentmindedly flipped through one of his textbooks, though his mind was far from the pages.
Nott and Lestrange were quietly engaged in a game of wizard’s chess not a few feet away.
The door slammed open, and Mulciber stormed in, his face sporting a faint bruise from the Bludger that had struck him during the tryouts. Behind him, Avery followed, amusement dancing in his eyes. Mulciber tossed his bag onto his bed and sat down heavily, rubbing his forehead.
"You should have seen it, Riddle," Mulciber grumbled, his voice thick with irritation. "Bloody Shafiq," He spat the name as if it tasted foul. "She made a complete fool of Rosier during the Quidditch tryouts this morning."
“Which one?” Lestrange wondered casually. “Queen to H-three.”
Nott hummed in acknowledgment. “Aleksander probably,” he responded, assessing the change in the board before him.
Tom’s interest was piqued, though he kept his expression neutral. He glanced up from his book, his eyes narrowing slightly. "What happened?" His voice was calm, but there was a sharp edge to it, as if he was already sensing something significant.
"It was quite the spectacle,” Muliciber rolled his eyes as he dropped into a chair near one of the windows, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “Shafiq decided she’d fly circles around all of us. Stole the Quaffle right out of Rosier’s hands like it was child’s play."
"Flew like she was trying to prove a point," he added with a sneer. "It’s no wonder Rosier looked ready to hex her by the end of it."
Mulciber, still fuming, leaned forward. "Rosier didn’t even want her to try out, everyone knows that. The team doesn’t take in women. But she pushed her way in anyway and embarrassed the lot of us."
