mudblood and proud

what team ?

[Arthur's POV]

I slouch nonchalantly in my seat on the Slytherin table ,my eyes roaming around,observing every detail of the hall boredly. I watch,barely changing my expression as I watch  glaring over at the three empty spaces on the Gryffindor table.It wasn't like I didn't know whose seats those were.Everyone did.You'd have had to have been living under a rock not to know about the occupants of those seats.Right on cue , they appear,storming into the hall,not caring about the noise they were making-Three sets of twinkling , Gryffindor eyes,cutting through the crowds of their pathetic admirers.One pair of purple , dangerous eyes;Ivan Braginski , Russian born Gryffindor,not the leader necessarily , but definitely not to be crossed.One pair of periwinkle , highly flirtatious eyes, one of which was currently winking at me; Francis Bonnefoy , the most flirtatious student in the whole of Hogwarts,a french idiot known for his ability to work magic that certainly wasn't taught at Hogwarts .Then , at the head of the three was ...  I sit up straighter instinctively ,my snobbish side taking centre front as my glare meets someones gaze.I smirk , my eyes locking with a pair of electric , dodger blue eyes; Alfred F Jones , star quidditch player , Gryffindor heartthrob , and my rival.He grinned back at me , as if he and i were the only two in the room , before taking his seat between his friends,all the while ,he never looked away . My gaze was dragged away from his by a nudge from Gil. 

" Arthur , mails here , c'mon , ignore those mud bloods..."I hadn't even noticed the mail. i cringed inwardly at his use of the word , but kept my expression neutral.if there was one thing id learnt in Slytherin , it was how to conform to a mindset that was expected.i was made to hate muggle born,being pure blood and all, but honestly , i didn't give a toss about your heritage ,unless you got in my way.I watched as Gil opened his letter , no doubt from his damn elusive 'girlfriend' who i knew damn well was no girl ,but as i said , i didn't really give a toss.when Gil was ready to tell me, if ever , then id give one-until then , i would have to watch , as , like today , his crimson eyes drunk in each word hungrily , as if they were keeping him alive.I probably would've had to keep enduring the fact that he had a letter,and yet again,i did not, if it had not been for a little distraction,in the rather fine form of Alfred F Jones. 

Well, its wasn't really a distraction , more of a ruckus , as he grinned from ear to ear , a letter clutched in his hand.not just any letter-it was a howler.Shit.I found myself stood up and glaring at alfred,who smirked back childishly, standing from his seat and coming over to our table.i clenched my jaw , ready to do what ever it took to get that infuriating idiot away from our table,when he opens the letter, and all hell breaks loose.

"WHAT TEAM!?" the howler shrieks, and i lost all composure , my mouth falling open.you have got to be kidding me . the hall had gone dead silent , but Alfred's smile was unfaltering . he opened his mouth and shouted back , his voice filling the hall 

"Wildcats!" if anyone else had done it ,they'd have looked utterly stupid, as Alfred did now , but he carried on , standing on his table , much to the displeasure of the teachers , and shouted again

"WHAT TEAM ?" This time , many of the muggle born were standing , shouting back in response. how was he doing this ? muggle borns from any and all houses were standing , shouting back. i push away from the table , storming over to Alfred , who apparently was already making his way over to the Slytherin table. 

"WILDCATS!" i stand a foot or two away from him , shooting him daggers , about to roar at him to stop , when I'm interrupted by him shouting it again , his ridiculous smile growing as he shouts over the sound of all the others

"WHAT TEAM?" 

" WILDCATS!"He didn't even have to wait for a response this time ,as every muggle born stood , their voices echoing in the hall as they responded.I couldn't control the feeling that I felt , a mix of anger and ...pride? hell, i must be ill, and Alfred still had his eyes on me , watching me as he shouted in response 

"WILDCATS?" 

"Getcha' head in the game. . ."i clamp my hand over my mouth , not believing i had just said that . i cringed and backed away , thankful that no-one had heard over the shouts of the others.No one apart from the grinning idiot infront of me.

" i knew it ! " 

"you tell a soul , and i swear i will--"

"ARTHUR KIRKLAND , ALFRED JONES , SIT DOWN AT YOUR TABLE NOW !"

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