Belladonna

Room on the Fourth Floor

The next few weeks at work are going to be long for me, so I'm not sure when I'll get to do this again. So, here you go. Hope you enjoy!

Belladonna 5

Room on the Fourth Floor

Later that same day

The match, for Ana, was a complete disaster. Adrian and Marcus had acted as though they were the only two chasers on the team; they never once passed the quaffle to Ana. The two times she did manage to get her hands on it was because she stole it from Gryffindor. She managed to dodge the bludger sent her way by George, and send the quaffle soaring through a hoop past the Gryffindor Keeper, Oliver Wood.

In the end, however, Harry caught the snitch and Ana's efforts weren't enough to secure a Slytherin victory. Marcus didn't acknowledge Ana's goals, but neither did he try to pin the loss on her, which was a good thing she supposed.

Presently, Ana was standing in a deserted classroom on the fourth floor. A window there had an unobstructed view of the pitch. Ana was staring at it, and reliving every horrible moment of the match. She was so lost in her head, she didn't hear when someone called out to her, not once but three times. It wasn't until they touched her shoulder that she was brought back to her surroundings.

She jumped and whipped out her wand, sending a spark of electricity to whoever touched her.

"Ow!" Fred shook out his hand.

"What are you doing here, Red?"

"I came to see if you were all right."

"Of course I am. Why wouldn't I be?" Ana snapped.

"Because you didn't answer me the first ten times I called to you."

"Did you ever consider that maybe I didn't want to talk to you? Or was that too much for your brain to process?"

"Fine," he said after a brief pause, looking slightly hurt. "I'll just leave then."

He turned to do just that, and he made it all the way to the door before Ana stopped him.

"Don't." Ana didn't know why she stopped him from leaving, but she did. Fred looked over his shoulder at her.

"I...I'm sorry," she said. "You are neither Marcus nor Potter, and therefore, undeserving of that."

"Wow. That must have really hurt."

"Don't push it, Red."

Fred moved back into the room and sat on a nearby desk, but it was a minute or two before either one spoke again.

"You...you were good out there," he said.

Ana huffed and rolled her eyes. "We lost."

"I didn't say your team was good. I said you were."

Ana looked sideways at him.

"Wood's a great keeper," he continued. "And you got two goals by him. Flint had to knock him out to be able to score himself. And you stole the quaffle from Angelina and Katie. Even Wood thinks you're good."

"He does?"

Fred nodded. "In our post game talk, he told us to keep an eye on you."