Riddling Silver Eyes (Book 1)

Quidditch

Inside a Quidditch tower, the Slytherin team is marching towards the starting gate. They reach it and stop, behind a closed double door. She stares down at her uniform, the green and silver making her look more pale.

Vivienne gulps, waiting for the doors to reveal her next adventure.
"Chicken, Riddle?" Flint smirks from her side, his broom against her leg and he leans on the wall.
"Nope." She says flatly, shaking her head slightly, still staring at the doors.
"I felt the same way before my first game. Nothing gets to me on the pitch, not even loosing!" He says proudly and smirks at her.
"What happened in your first game?"
"I hit a bludger to make it hit Wood in the head 2 minutes in. He woke up in the hospital a week later. Ha!"
Vivienne gulps and looks straight ahead as the doors open. The team mount their brooms and zoom out onto the enormous pitch. There is cheering. The commentator, a Gryffindor boy, is talking from a tower.
Feeling her stomach get butterflies, Vivienne gets a cocky idea. She places a Pepper Imp into her mouth, chewing several times and the fire fills in her mouth. She jumps from her broom, does a front flip, as she does she blows the fire out and it shapes into a dragon. She lands her broom again, perfectly.
"Go Little DRAGON!" Fred and George shout from the other side of the pitch.
That is a name that is going to stick.
There is cheering from the Slytherin students.
"Go, Vivienne!" She can hear Draco cheer and she grins as she does the manoeuvre again, earning more cheers.

"Hello, and welcome to Hogwarts' first Quidditch game of the season!" Says the commentator. "Today's game Slytherin versus Gryffindor!"
There is cheering coming from the Gryffindor students, cheering for their house and they are equally amazed by the Slytherin girl's moves.
The players take their positions in the air in a circle. Harry weaves in, highest amongst. Vivienne looks up to him, from her place next to Flint and she looks down at the ball trunk underneath the teams.
"The players take their positions as Madam Hooch steps out onto the field to begin the game," the commentator announces.
Vivienne watches the yellow eyed women move to the trunk. "Now, I want a nice clean game...from all of you," she says sternly looking at Slytherin. She kicks the trunk, and the bludgers zoom out.
"The bludgers are up...followed by the Golden Snitch. Remember, the snitch is worth 150 points. The seeker who catches the Snitch ends the game," says the commentator shouts.
The snitch zooms around each Seeker's head, then disappears. Hooch grabs the Quaffle. Vivienne eyes narrow at the Quaffle, then at the other Chasers, including her team and the Gryffindor team. Hooch throws the red ball, high into the air.
"The Quaffle is released...and the game begins!"
Vivienne takes possession of the ball, she zooms past Gryffindor towards their goal. A female Chaser from Gryffindor tries to grab it off her, but she slides upside down on her broom and flips back over when she zooms away. She throws the ball and scores! A ding sounds all over the pitch.
"Angelina Johnson was so close to the Quaffle! But the talent first year, Vivienne Riddle scores! 10 points for Slytherin!" He presses a button and a 10 shows up beside a plaque with Slytherin's name.
Harry, in the air, claps for his friend. He cheers, but soon a bludger zooms by him.
"Slytherin takes possession of the Quaffle. Bletchley passes to Captain Marcus Flint."
Flint dodges people and throws for the Gryffindor hoops. Oliver appears and whacks the ball away with his broom. He smirks at Flint, who glares. Two Gryffindor girls pass the Quaffle back and forth as they strategize to score. A dark haired girl takes it, throws and scores!
"Yay!" Shouts Gryffindor.
"Yes!" Cheers Harry.
"10 points to Gryffindor!"
The Slytherins decide to get messy. Vivienne zooms around the pitch, tailing after her captain and follows his lead, less brutally. Flint and the others dodge, kick, trying to score. Once again, Oliver blocks.
Vivienne gets a bit frustrated, she flies down, down, down to the grass and picks up the falling Quaffle. She zooms up to Flint.
"Give me that!" He growls, he grabs a beaters bat from one and whacks a bludger right at Oliver. It hits Oliver in the stomach and he falls to the ground.
Vivienne looks at Oliver with a cringe on her face and a sick feeling in her stomach. She can hear the crowd erupt, booing. Harry is visibly upset from she can see him, sitting on his broom in the sky. She can her Slytherin laugh. The Slytherin members head off, Vivienne following. Flint passes her the ball and she jumps over George or Fred and scores. Harry is upset again. Slytherin cheers.
In victory, Vivienne shows off on her broom, again. She performs a handstand on the handle and her house goes crazy.
"Take that side!" Orders Flint to the other Chaser and a Beater.
They box the dark haired girl in and sent her into the capes covering one of the towers. She falls down in the capes and reappears out. The crowd boos. Slytherin scores once again, not by Vivienne. Suddenly, something flies past her head and she notices Harry. He sees the Snitch. He starts to head off after it and then his broom starts bucking and turning. Vivienne's eyes go wide and she zooms off to the Gryffindor stands. She arrives quickly and hovers in front of Ron, Hermione and Hagrid. "What's going on with Harry's broomstick?" Asks the large, bearded man.
Vivienne shrugs, a Bludger comes soaring towards her, she swiftly ducks out of the way.
Hermione looks through binoculars at Harry, then at the staff box and Vivienne can see the reflection of Snape in the lenses.
"It's Snape! He's jinxing the broom!" Claims Hermione and looks at Vivienne, "you need to get back to the game!"
"Not till you do something!" She says and she looks to Harry, who is struggling.
"Jinxing the broom? What do we do?" Asks Ron, worry in his voice.
"Leave it to me," Hermione hands Ron her binoculars and leaves.
With a finale wave, Vivienne flies off.

Harry is knocked around, then falls, dangling by one arm from the broom. Vivienne gasps and zooms to underneath the boy.
"Harry, hold on! If you fall, just know I've got you!" She shouts, trying to reassure him. She looks to the staff box, she can see some chaos erupting and she cant see what.
The broom stop bucking and Harry climbs back on. The Slytherin seeker is after the Snitch. Harry takes off. He speeds past the girl, who soon has possession of the Quaffle, she soars to the hoops and scores.

She watches Harry ram the Slytherin Seeker, then is butted out. He returns, smashing the Seeker again as the Snitch dives. The boys follow, but they approach the ground quickly. She flies to follow, but her arm is grabbed by Flint and she rips her arm from his grip, flying to the twins.
"Good game, boys! Let's just hope Harry makes it out of this."
The boys look to her and nod, they smile and wave, then fly off. She flies down to the action.
The Slytherin Seeker backs out and Harry pulls up his broom as he follows the Snitch, feet above the ground. Harry stands up, and steps forward, trying to grab the ball. He goes too far, and topples off the broom with a yelp, tumbling on the ground. He gets up and lurches.

The crowd gasps. His team gasps. Vivienne gasps and flies down to him. She lands smoothly, running over to Harry and resting a gentle hand on his back.
Harry lurches and the Snitch pops out of his mouth. It lands in his hands. They both go wide eyed and stare at the Snitch.
"He's got the Snitch! Harry Potter receives 150 points for catching the Snitch!"
Hooch blows the whistle, "Gryffindor win!"
"YAY!" The winning house cheers, all celebrating wildly.
Vivienne looks to the Slytherin stands, she sees Draco nearly in tears and shouting, "no!"
Over the noise she can hear Hagrid's deep voice bellowing. "Yes!"
Long with Hermione's cheers. "Whoo-hoo!"
Vivienne claps, watching Harry's face grow a grin so wide it could tear his skin. Harry raises the Snitch into the air and the crowd, his house and his team cheers. So does she, but she receives glares from her team and she flies off to them.
"Go go Gryffindor! Go go Gryffindor! Go go Gryffindor! Go go Gryffindor!"