The Marauders Next Gen - yr 2

Chapter 8

The three Marauders week went by uneventfully, except for the whole thing with Professor Riddle! They continued on with their classes and normal routine, Shelby even had her first game of Quidditch tomorrow....
"So Moons are you nervous?" Ella asked, pulling her book bag over her head and putting it on the ground beside her.
"Kinda. I mean were only versing RavenClaw." Shelby answers laying her head on Seb's lap.
"I think you should be a little worried, they came third over all last year! Beating you."Oliver added.
"Yeah three out of four, oh so good!" Shelby rolled her eyes.

They talked more about quidditch and school, until it got too dark and they each headed off to their respective dorms.
*
Shelby woke up early the next day. Just itching to get out onto the pitch. She headed down to the dining hall and started at her breakfast before she was ever so rudely interrupted.
"Yo Lupin." It was Dean and two other Slytherins. He had been really bad lately, his bullying was worse than before he and Stella got together.
"I heard the divination teacher prodict you guys were gonna lose." With this he turns to smirk at his goonies.
"You know if Stella heard you talk to me like this, she would beat your ass, so instead I'll do it for her, when we 'the winning team' beat you Slytherins next weekend!" And with a swish of her golden pony tail she was gone.
*
The wind was chilled in the late winter breeze. The day was perfect for flying, or at least that's what the Hufflepuff team captain, Lucy Dean told them.
Shelby couldn't wait to get out there. She hadn't been on her broom since try outs. The game started and she kicked off! She flew straight up towards the goals.
*
The game had been great, Hufflepuff won 160 to 40. They had obviously caught the snitch, ending the game with a great score.
But then the letter arrived...

Ooooh, another cliff hanger, and what happend to Stella. Also I will be updating hopefully every Wednesday from now on! I will also be updating randomly through the week, but you can always be expecting one Wednesday.
-Padfoot