Lies

Technically I'm a Gryffindor, but...

"How dare you! Could've broken their necks... Follow me!" McG snapped.

"But Professor-"

"That's enough Weasley."

"It was Malfoy-"

"Miss Patil, no more!" Jerk.

Haz and I walked past the first-years. Draco and the gang were grinning broadly, but when I glanced at them they frowned a little. I hope they all die in a fire made of fire.

We walked for what seemed like forever, but for some strange reason, Professor McGonagall wasn't leading us to Dumbledore's office, that I knew. Harry was getting increasingly anxious, since he didn't know that we weren't going anywhere near Dumbledore's office. Unless Dumbledore isn't in his office, and she knew that... Wait what?

Whatever.

We stopped outside the Charms classroom, and Harry and I exchanged confused looks.

"If I may borrow Wood and Flint for a minute please, Professor," she said. What, is she gonna force us to make broomsticks or something? It sounded like she wanted us to start a fire, but I know Flint is Marcus Flint, a fifth-year in Slytherin. But Wood?

Two burly fifth-years came out, and Professor closed the door behind them.

"Mr. Flint, please take Miss Cortel to Professor Snape, and give him this note." McG handed him a folded piece of paper, and he nodded and motioned for me to follow him while McG, Wood, which I guessed was the other fifth-year, and Harry walked away. Harry gave me a worried glance, but I just shrugged and followed Marcus.

"Hey Marcus. Vas happenin?" He smiled slightly.

"Just glad to get out of there. I hate how my parents signed me up for extra Charms help when I don't even need it. But trust me, Wood does!" We laughed.

"His last name is really weird..."

"Tell me about it!" We laughed again, but stopped when we reached the Potions classroom. Marc knocked, and we waited for Snape's slow drawl of "Come in." We entered once we heard it, and Snape narrowed his eyes at me as Marc gave him the note from McGizzle.

His eyebrows went progressively higher as he scanned further down the note, until finally he looked up. He glared even further at me, then said to his few students, "Wait here. No talking!" Then to us, "Follow me."

We walked to an empty classroom a few rooms away, entered, and Professor Snape closed the door behind him.

"Miss...Cortel," he sneered. Okaay then...

"Professor McGonagall has notified me of the excellent... show you have provided during your first flying lesson. She has requested that I place you on the Slytherin Quidditch team." Marcus and I raised our eyebrows.

"Mr. Flint, you will take Cortel to the Quidditch pitch tomorrow at 5 to test her skills. I will supervise. Only the best survive, Cortel," he said, sneering at me. "You will be playing the position of seeker, as that is the only open spot as of now. If you'll excuse me, I shall be heading back to my class. And I suggest you get back to yours also, Marcus. And remember, no one is to know of this!" Marcus nodded, and before I could say anything, Snape left, and Marcus and I were left to walk back to the Charms classroom. We reached there at the same time as Wood, who looked absolutely ecstatic about something.

Wood looked at Flint smugly, as if to say he knew something we didn't, but Marc and I both had a feeling that something not to far from what had happened to us, had just happened to Wood and Hazza. So I just smiled innocently, confusing Wood, and headed to the Slytherin common room.