WILDFLOWER, hermione granger.

oovi. lily of the valley

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OOVI. LILY OF THE VALLEY
six

IVY LAUGHS OUT LOUD ALL OF A SUDDEN AS RON'S WALK TURNED INTO A STRUT, THOUGH SCOWLING ONE MOMENT LATER WHEN SHE NOTICED LAVENDER BROWN. Hermione looked cold and distant, departing to find a place in the stands. Harry spared Ivy a confused look.

She remembers the fiasco back in third year, "The next day after Parkinson outed me in third year, Brown came up to me, shamed me for it and slapped me—god, buckaroo, you seriously don't remember? Lupin and Draco had to pull us away from each other."

"...I was in the hospital wing," Harry told her slowly.

"We met on the train, in old Sluggy's compartment," Someone said confidently, stepping out of the crowd to shake Harry's hand. "Cormac McLaggen, Keeper." He looked at Ivy with disdain, "Why is a Slytherin here with us?"

"None of your concern, sasquatch," Ivy sized him up, and glowered.

Harry extended his arm in front of her without looking, shooting McLaggen a warning look. "You didn't try out last year, did you?"

"I was in the hospital wing when they held the trials," McLaggen replied, with something of a swagger. "Ate a pound of doxy eggs for a bet."

Ivy was basically cringing in secondhand embarrassment as she sat on the bench (that she conjured up) behind Harry.

(He said he needed her for second opinion since she used to be one of the best in Quidditch until she decided her team was shit—but, Ivy reckons it's to intimidate anyone who won't take him seriously.)

The second group was comprised of ten of the silliest girls Harry had ever encountered, who, when he blew his whistle, merely fell about giggling and clutching one another. When he told them to leave the pitch, they did so quite cheerfully and went to sit in the stands to heckle everyone else.

The third group had a pileup halfway around the pitch. Most of the fourth group had come without broomsticks. The fifth group were Hufflepuffs. By then, Ivy had a bowl of popcorn for this shitshow.

"I could be sitting beside my lovely right now," Ivy groaned dramatically.

Annoyed at what was happening, "If there's anyone else here who's not from Gryffindor, leave now, please!" Harry roared.

Silence.

Ivy raised an eyebrow, so the next time Harry turned back to her, her seat was empty—only to find her on top of the stands, laughing with Hermione Granger. "He looks like he's about to blow a gasket," Hermione frowned in worry.

"I don't think he'd grasped the idea of being famous yet," Ivy snorted. "And not the hello-we-know-who-you-are type."

After two hours, many complaints, and several tantrums, one involving a crashed Comet Two Sixty and several broken teeth, Harry had found himself three Chasers: Katie Bell, returned to the team after an excellent trial; a new find called Demelza Robins, who was particularly good at dodging Bludgers; and Ginny Weasley, who had outflown all the competition and scored seventeen goals to boot.

Harry had also shouted himself hoarse at the many complainers and was now enduring a similar battle with the rejected Beaters. "That's my final decision and if you don't get out of the way of the Keepers I'll hex you!"