Miss Lestrange ➝ Oliver Wood x OC (Harry Potter)

i'm a bitch.

five.

a/n: I do realise that HSM was not made in this year but I couldn't help myself with the reference.

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I woke up bright an early, determined to get everything ready and have a better day than yesterday. It was 6am to be exact and the sun still rising outside our brightly lit window told me that today was an opportunity to start drawing some spring inspired sketches. As I got myself ready I noticed Lydia's owl swoop down from above and I opened the window so she could fly inside.

She was holding 3 envelopes. Two of which were addressed to me. I knew using her own would be easier than using the school's owlry. I opened the one to me which was scribbled rather untidily. It was a letter from Marcus. It read:

Lucia,

I talked to Professor McGonagall and Snape about having Quidditch Practise for the Slytherin team this morning, just to let you get used to the pitch again and they agreed. Even got five house points from Snape for being kind. Anyway, we have to let the bloody stinking Gryffindor team know, so be ready and geared up for practise at 6:30am.

- Flint

Great. Bloody great. He could of told me earlier! I quickly undressed from my school robes and threw on my Slytherin Quidditch kit. It felt odd but familiar and comforting to be wearing the gear again. I grabbed my other letter, which held something more than paper, left Lydia's magazine on the side for her with a thank you note and headed out towards the pitch.

I quickly took a shortcut towards the pitch, a tunnel that the twins had shown me one night. Running onto the pitch I spotted my team having an obvious confrontation with the Gryffindor's, Marcus pointing over to me, and me awkwardly waving sightly confused.

I quickly shuffled towards the two teams who were bickering none stop. I sighed, ripping open my letter to find the muggle sweets I had asked for.

"Oh, thank you Nymphadora! Oi, Weasley's, gotcha favourite sweets here!" I shouted over the bickering which seemed to suddenly simmer down as I handed the two enthusiastic gingers in front of me pink bonbons.

"I probably shouldn't give you sugar, I mean you're hyper enough. I'm too nice to you." I said handing them each more bonbons, careful not to give them all away.

"Thats correct." Fred agreed.

"Our favourite Slytherin." George added. I smiled at the two of them. Katie practically snarled me because of something the twins had said and I laughed. I wasn't letting this bitch bring me down today.

"Something funny?" Oliver asked.

"Oh, just your utterly repulsive and dreadful team mate Katie Bell over there, snarling away as if she had nothing better to do. Quite sad really." I kept my eyes on Wood who almost looked as if he was smirking. Was he enjoying this?

"Excuse me?" She asked.

"I didn't stutter, and I don't ever remember you being deaf so maybe you should really try to pay attention more." I responded. My team mates giggling behind me as the true bitch within me came to play.

"Why are you such a bitch?" She asked again.

"It's a problem I haven't quite handled yet, I'm really very sorry." I laughed again.

"Trust a Slytherin to be sarcastic." Angelina Johnson joined in, acting as if being sarcastic was a criminal offence.

"I can't help it dude, sarcasm is my only defence. I was born with it, its a family trait." I explained, bopping a bonbon into my mouth.