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↳ 8: M.V.P. POTTER

FREYA HAD ONLY ALWAYS ATTENDED Quidditch ever since her brother became the commentator — which was back in Froyce's second year and Freya's third year. She really didn't understand the game before until then. She did enjoy cheering though and waving flags in the air and painting her face red and gold. But now she was attending to support James the team captain — like the supposed supportive girlfriend she shall be.

          "Good afternoon, folks! Welcome to the annual Hogwarts Quidditch match!" The crowd boomed as they heard Froyce's voice. The whole of Hogwarts was present to support their desired teams and everyone was pumped up for the occasion. Quidditch was everyones beloved sport. Nobody was not enthusiastic about it.

          When the cheering died down, Froyce continued. "Let's not get into too much monologues. First team battling today are the smartest and wittiest students in school, the mighty Ravenclaws!"

          A flash of blue and bronze came flying in the sky, flashing stunts and waving at the crowd. The Ravenclaw stand went wild as they screamed their support. The team was circling as Froyce spoke. "New keeper, Dorcas Meadows, I see. Do you see this too, Remus?"

          Remus blushed from beside Freya as the entire Quidditch pitch started hooting. Within a second, the ship name 'Remcas' was being chanted in the air — unsurprisingly, by the lead of Sirius Black who stood beside Peter and below Freya, Remus and Lily.

          "I am going to murder your brother," Remus said and then smacked Sirius at the top of his head.

          The bad boy only smirked and stuck his tongue out. He screamed louder. "Remcas is the shit, everybody!"

          Freya chuckled as Remus rolled his eyes. "Or, you could just give him a detention slip because you are a prefect."

          Remus' eyes lit up suddenly and he smirked at Freya. "You do realize this is your brother we're talking about."

          "Oh, Remus," said Freya. "I fully am."

          The two laughed melodically but was drowned as Froyce's voice boomed once more. "And now, here comes the bravest, noblest, most handsome and beautiful, most sexiest —"

          "Mr. Merse!" McGonagall scolded at him to which made the boy grin innocently.

          "Sorry, professor! — Alright, the most amazing — I'm getting there professor! — team Gryffindor!"

          Freya cheered with her fellow Gryffindors. They waved their flags and banners and showed off their painted faces — painted torso in Sirius' case — as the team of red and gold zoomed into the Quidditch Pitch.

          In an instant, Freya had caught James' gaze. Since Freya stood next to Lily and for some reason James always zooms in on Lily no matter how large the crowd is, they saw each other. Freya didn't know if he was looking at her or Lily. Nor was the wink directed at her or her ginger friend. Deep down, she knew it was for Lily. But everyone else in the stands knew otherwise. And Froyce made it on his accord to confirm their suspicions. "And the Gryffindor team captain, James Potter, had just winked at Freya Merse. And I do not know whether to gush about this new, obviously so perfect, couple or barf because my sister is flirting. But can I get a hoot for the lovely pair, I mean, come on!"

            The entirety — minus the reluctant Slytherins and plus, surprisingly, an amused Albus Dumbledore and a few professors such as Minerva McGonagall — clapped and hooted for the two. Freya just rolled her eyes, not being fazed by the attention but she did admit that she felt her face heating up.