"painted as a villain."
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ezra sutton and fred weasley were not friends, not even close, but she did need his help and neither expected what would come out of such a simple request.
[prisoner of azkaban - goblet of fire]
[book one i...
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Saturday came extremely quickly and Sutton's morning began with her not wanting to get out of her bed as she could already hear the wind howling outside and rain slapping against the only window in the fifth year dorm room.
She burrowed her face deeper into her pillow and pulled her blanket closer against her cold body, stifling a yawn as she attempted to fall asleep once more. Even she had to admit, though peeved that she would not be playing in front of the scouts, she was rather glad that she wouldn't have to play in such horrendous conditions later in the day.
She was on the verge of falling asleep once more when she was tapped on the forehead.
"Go away." She murmured, as the person kept poking different parts of her face.
"I can't do that." The voice above her replied.
"Why not?" She complained, not opening her eyes as she attempted to swat the hand away.
"Quidditch today!" Lyra exclaimed excitedly as she bounced up and down next to Sutton who grumbled angrily in response.
"No." She moaned.
"C'mon, Ez." Her friend whined.
"Not happening."
"Please!"
She cracked an eye open and glared at her best friend.
"Why?" She grumbled, "We aren't even playing."
"Because." Lyra dragged out, "I would like to see Hufflepuff defeat Gryffindor."
Sutton groaned.
So, there she was, decked out in Hufflepuff colours, over the top of three other layers of clothing, grumbling angrily to herself and holding an umbrella over her head as she tried not to slip down the slope of grass to get down to the Quidditch Pitch.
"See, it's good we're not playing in these conditions," Malfoy commented loudly as he strutted passed the trio on his way to the stadium.
"I'd be warmer on my broomstick you little twit," Sutton shouted after him, the howling of the strong wind carrying her voice.
"Didn't you just say that you were glad that you weren't playing?" Phoenix questioned, causing the brunette to huff in annoyance.
"Yes, but I'm not about to admit that to him of all people." She replied.
"Understandably," Lyra replied, glaring at her cousin's retreating form.
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Sutton had to squint, and even then, she could just barely see the streaks of scarlet red and canary yellow of the two team's robes as they flew past her. The roaring winds silenced the screams of the crowds and she could just faintly hear Lee Jordan's voice commentating over the thunder cracking kilometres above the sea of students.
