Being a Greengrass after all should sound pretty serene.
But being a part of "the Emeralds" should not, especially when hearts become entangled with the infamous Regulus Black.
Goodness, lawfulness, or evilness. Which path will they tread in the ti...
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May 30th, 1977
The Quidditch stands are packed with rowdy students cheering and chanting for their house. The Slytherin and Gryffindor teams stand in a huddle on the field, waiting for Madam Hooch to start the game. Suddenly, the whistle blows, and the game begins. It's a fast-paced and intense match, with both teams fighting hard for the win. The crowd is on the edge of their seats, screaming and shouting with excitement.
"Welcome everyone to the last match of the season, Slytherin vs. Gryffindor!" Remus Lupin says cheerfully, his enthusiasm evident in his voice. "Both teams are looking strong today, let's see how this goes, shall we?"
"Woohooo!" Dorcas shouts as Avery, Pandora, and Barty claps for the teams beside her.
They all have a certain element of green on them, whether it's a small emerald snake temporary tattoo on Avery's cheek, Pandora's hair highlights, Barty's green jacket, or Dorcas's embarrassingly large Slytherin flag with the team members' faces on them along with Professor Slughorn
As the game continues, Dorcas waves her Slytherin flag enthusiastically, shouting out encouragement to the team. She looks a bit ridiculous with the over-the-top display of school pride, but she doesn't seem to care in the slightest.
"I don't think you got enough green on you there?" Barty teases, gesturing to her flag.
Dorcas ignores his comment and continues waving the flag aggressively so it blocks Barty's view of the game, hitting both him and Avery's face, causing her whine a "Hey, Cas!" as she attempts to dodge it.
"Looks like Slytherin has scored another goal!" Remus's voice breaks through, the crowd cheering in approval. "They're in the lead, but Gryffindor isn't giving up yet. Carter is a man on a mission- woah, he nearly took a bludger to the face-!"
"Chaser Smith is flying straight for the Slytherin hoops..." he says.
As Remus calls out the play, the crowd holds its breath. Smith swoops towards the goals, quaffle in hand, when suddenly Evan Rosier dives in front of him, intercepting the shot and sending the quaffle flying back into the middle of the field.
The Slytherin fans erupt in cheers, Dorcas leading the charge with her flag-waving.
"Here comes- Oh no, Rosier blocks it!"
The game continues, the teams alternating possession of the quaffle as they score points.
Slytherin | Gryffindor
50 10 60 30 90 80
"Gryffindor has got the quaffle again... they're looking to score, but Slytherin seems ready to defend. And- what's that?" Remus says, his voice piqued with curiosity.
"It seems like both the Gryffindor and Slytherin Seekers have their eyes on the same thing- the snitch! They're both going after it!"
Remus' words draw the attention of many in the stands, who turn to watch the Seekers on each team. James Potter and Regulus Black are both perched on their brooms, chasing after the tiny winged ball at incredible speed. Even Dorcas leans forward in her seat to watch the scene unfolding before them, her flag now forgotten. Everyone knows it's an intense match if it's "Black and Potter."
