Metamorphmagus Hufflepuff Beater

Chapter 4:

A week later, I was changing for Quidditch practice, though grudgingly.

"I wish Emma was here." I mumbled quietly. Even though there was only one other girl changing, the third year who got the last Chaser spot, I was afraid she'd talk.

"Me too, she'd make everything funny." Paige agreed. "Oh, and she wants you to have black hair, blue eyes, and light skin. Just like her."

"Still wants revenge?"

"Really bad. She wants you every bit of you to remind Diggory that she was the right choice."

"I don't know who I should feel more worried for: Diggory or Emma."

"Definitely Diggory. She has worse plans for him that she refuses to tell me."

"Gosh, she's worse than normal."

"It's because of what you said after tryouts."

"So this is my fault?"

"Sort of."

"Ugh. Let's get out there."

"Your look? Emma and Ella are out there."

"Right." I closed my eyes and thought of Emma, just with boy-short hair.

"I think Emma should definitely invest in that look after Hogwarts."

"Yeah, I think your mother would be horrified if she tried this next summer and went back to school with it."

We walked out, and waved to Emma and Ella. Emma smiled; I was fulfilling her first plan of revenge (but it could very well be her second or third). But Ella looked shocked at what she'd look like if she lost all her beautiful locks.

We walked over to Diggory, stomping a little bit. We weren't the last ones there, because we were still missing the last Chaser; the one who'd gotten the one shot past Emma.

Within two minutes, the last Chaser strolled out, probably happy to make sure last year's Keeper stayed.

I could only glare. I didn't want to lose my place just so not only one good player wasn't on the field, but two were missing.

"Why're you here?" He sneered. "You didn't make them team."

I could not believe he'd mixed me up with Emma. Did he forget what I was? I closed my eyes and just imagined my regular pastel purple hair. I gave him a look that said, "You thought wrong!"

"Oh, nevermind. Sorry, I was so used to your ability that I forgot." He quickly apologized.

I turned to Paige. She was just as doubtful as me about this excuse.

Once I'd changed back, Diggory directed Paige and me to go practice hitting the Bludgers at targets while in midair. It was pretty dull. I remembered when, two summers ago, Emma would yell at us to hit the Bludgers harder, or some other critique, despite the fact that she hardly knew a Beater's role.

I laughed, remembering when she had an outburst at Paige for almost hitting her. Paige claimed it an accident, which only made Emma yell more.

"What's so funny?" Paige asked, while swinging her bat.

"Remember when I stayed with you for a week two summers ago and you swung the Bludger in Emma's direction for trying to correct us?" I questioned.

"Oh yeah, she was so mad!"

"That's what I was laughing at."

"I wish she was with us right now, just to hear her yell at us."

"I know. She was great at being an awesome Keeper and funny while being one." I turned the stands. Emma had her arms crossed and was glaring at last year's Keeper with more hate than I'd ever seen her give. If looks could kill, he would've died a torturously painful death. "I think that if murder was legal, Emma would've committed it the summer before her second year just to get this spot as Keeper."

"What?" Paige asked. She turned from swinging another Bludger away.

"I said that she would commit murder if it was legal. She's fuming." I answered.

She looked at her sister and replied, "Oh, dear. Someone's going to get hurt. I think you have to help fix this. Ella's trying, but she'll only last so long."

"It really is my fault." I breathed. I turned, channeled Emma's anger into my system and used it for the rest of practice.

About a half hour later, Diggory dismissed us. I ran off to the changing room, showered, and got into my regular robes. Paige finished just after me and we walked out.

"Thanks," Emma grinned cruelly. "Part one of this ongoing plan, complete."

"I have no idea what the rest is!" Ella cried in her defense.

"It's just that she'll do this for every practice after this one. What you all don't and won't ever know are the rest of my plans." Emma smirked.

"Okay, Emma, you need to calm down." Paige laughed, with a short nervous hesitation before she laughed.

"Do you have any homework, Ella and Emma?" I asked after I had given the password to the common room.

"I finished," Ella answered with a dignified sort of tone before adding, "But I'm not sure Emma did."

"I did!" Emma protested quickly.

"Oh really?" Ella raised her eyebrow.

"I did! Look, I can show you. . . ." She ran off to her dormitory. She returned moments later, four parchments full of ink. "Look, I've got Binn's, Snape's, and McGonagall's!"

"Fine, you did your homework." Ella mumbled.

"Stop arguing!" Paige exclaimed.

"They're identical twins with opposite interests. They're supposed to argue." I told her.