Dark and Light--A Harry Potter Fan Fiction

Chapter 10-VS Slytherin

Evie was the first one in the air.

The silver whistle had barely left Madam Hooch's mouth when Evie whizzed through the air, grabbed the Quaffle, and shot across the court, swerving expertly around both Gryffindor and Slytherin players who had barely rose in the air. She made her way to the hoop, only to be blocked by the Slytherin Keeper Bletchley. She went to zoom around, but a Bludger flew her way and she was forced to pull up into the air instead.

"Retreat for now. That one girl looks ready to shoot."

Evie scowled and threw the ball in a clean pass to Chaser Angelina Johnson.

Yes, she had brought her cat along for the ride.

Believe it or not, despite what it said, Neptunia was actually quite knowledgable in Quidditch. Plus, after digging her claws into the wood, the cat was able to stay on the broomstick even with all of Evie's wild controls. There was no way anyone could hear it over the cheer of the crowd (especially after Chaser Angelina scored), anyway, so Evie just decided to listen to whatever Neptunia had to say, which wasn't much, really.

Evie made a sharp turn on her broomstick and zoomed back across the court, making snappy remarks to Neptunia at random, before stopping and turning back around. She glanced around and noticed that the other Chaser, Katie Bell, had hold of the Quaffle and was trying to head for the goalpost. "What now, smarty pants?"

Before Neptunia could reply, one of the Weasley twins (Evie was pretty sure it was Fred), who were Beaters, called right then, "Look out, Evie!"

Evie turned to see a Bludger flying towards her at full speed. One of the Slytherin Beaters had sent it her way, smirking, and both Fred and George were on the other side of the court.

She rolled her eyes. Instead of zooming up or away like people thought she would, she swung her leg over the broomstick so she was sitting sideways. Then she gripped her broomstick tightly and swung around backwards like an expert gymnast. As she came back around, she slammed her leg into the Bludger kind of like a soccer ball , sending it flying like a tornado for the Slytherin Keeper. It smacked him square in the head, and it almost seemed like the crowd drew in a breath as one. The Keeper's broomstick slid down, allowing Katie Bell to score an easy amount of points.

Evie popped back on her broomstick and flicked a long braid over her shoulder.

"What was that?" Neptunia scoffed.

"That," Evie said hotly, "is called self-defense."

"Yippee doo," Neptunia muttered sarcastically.

"Oh, don't be such a wuss," Evie snapped. "Let's go."

She shot forward, zipping and curving dangerously through the sea of players. Her Gryffindor player jacket flapped in the wind, and she felt like tearing it off. Angelina Johnson saw her coming and, almost reluctantly passed her the Quaffle.

She zoomed past a Slytherin Chaser, who stayed in place, stunned, at her lightning fast speeds. But then Keeper Bletchley recovered and blocked her every move perfectly. Evie rolled her eyes. "You can't tell me you're mad at me," she said while diving and rising randomly.

"Of course I'm mad at you--you just smacked me on the head!" Bletchley snapped roughly.

Evie sighed. "Puh-lease. It's called self-defense. You were just in the wrong place at the wrong time."

She felt a small tug on her jacket and looked behind her to see a second Bludger flying at her. She ducked.

But this Keeper dude is really not that good, she thought when the Bludger smacked him flat in the face again. She slid past him easily while the Slytherin crowd roared in complaint and slid the Quaffle through the goal hoop.