"Do you think we're gonna get any good first years this time around?" Bevin nudged me and I shrugged as we sat halfway down the Slytherin table in the Grand Hall. I'm just glad were finally here after the train ride.
I sat across from Bevin, who was wedged between Crabbe and Goyle, and I was in the middle of Sicily and Draco.
After Albus Dumbledore greeted all of the returning students, he introduced Professor McGonagall who lifted her chin and stalked across the stage with a lot of presence.
"Students! It is my pleasure to bring forth every first year to the Sorting Hat, and they will be placed in their suitable houses." She looked at the parchment of paper in her hand. "Everette Witherboge."
Everette, an eleven-year-old boy (like all the firsts), walked forward shyly. He had wavy blonde hair and a pink face. The Sorting Hat was much too big, as it often is for first years.
Draco nudged my arm.
"Bet you ten Galleons this one's a Hufflepuff."
"HUFFLEPUFF!" The Sorting Hat barked right on cue. Cheers erupted from the Hufflepuff table, as McGonagall read off the next names.
A Ravenclaw here and there, Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs other times, I only remembered a few Slytherins.
Amanda Becket....... Samuel Hossen....... Carlisle Bagony....... Jeannette Thornman....... Ujin -- something with an L. Her last name started with L.....
Pop
"Ouch." I mumble and grab my cheek, finding a spitball stuck to it. I glare up and my gaze lands on Marcus Flint, who was chuckling a few seats down from me on the opposite side of the table.
Everyone calls him Flint. He's an upperclassman, the Slytherin Quidditch Captain, and he's dating Sicily. I personally think he's gross. His smile reminds me of the Grinch, a Muggle character I learned about from dad when he studied Muggle entertainment. Flint has greased black hair, and he's tall, making him even more intimidating.
"Cut it out Marcus." Sicily slightly raises a brow after noticing the spitball attack.
"Cut it out Marcussss." He imitates nasally, returning to his meal. Sicily barely reacts as she continues eating after him.
Bevin's pig snorts of laughter shifted my attention.
"Thas not wha happened!" Crabbe tried shoving Goyle over Bevin, who couldn't contain her laughter.
"Idiots." Malfoy whispers in my ear and I smile.
"Yeah, you're right."
I look over my shoulder at the Gryffindor table, and at my family. Ginny glances up, somehow feeling my stare, and smiles meekly.
I quickly turn back around, part of me wanting to smile back. Part of me wanting to hug her. I don't know.... maybe I'm just jealous. Maybe that's why I don't really let her in as much, and why we aren't closer.
"You should try out for the Quidditch team... there are tryouts tomorrow for a new Beater. One of the last graduated." Malfoy informed me and I nodded. I remembered the last Beater.
Fred and George are Beaters.... maybe I could beat them at a game. I smile at the thought.
"Well? I think you'd be great." Draco takes a bite of his bread and my heart races. He thinks I could be great at it?
"Tomorrow?" I bite my lip. He nods and smirks.
"Don't worry. Tomorrow morning I can help you with the basics. You've flown a broom before so you're already done with the hard part."
"Alright... I guess it wouldn't hurt to tryout."
I stare at Flint, who's unaware of our conversation. Would he even give me a chance?
Sorry for the short chap (^o^) HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!
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