Harry Potter Characters X Reader

11: Wood's Snake

TW: orphaned, murder, harassment. Rating: violence described

I walked down to the pitch a few feet behind Percy Weasley. As we got closer, I slowed and pulled out my wand.

"Revealio," I murmured, trying to appear natural and also looking for my ring. "Revealio," I repeated.

"What's going on?" Percy yelled out to the Gryffindor quidditch team.

"Fuckin' Slytherin is over their time slot," Wood hollered back.

"Has Flint said a word?" Percy asked, getting closer.

I took a few steps forward. "Revealio."

"He's ignoring us, acting like he can't hear a fuckin' word. I want to take his broom and-"

"Got it," Percy cut off. "I'll try threatening house points." He put his wand to his throat and yelled, "FLINT! Get down here or I'm taking house points!"

They stopped playing and Flint's mouth moved. I kept my act up, getting closer and closer. When I got really close, I curved off, waiting for my cue.

Flint flew down as I murmured my incantation. "We're a bit busy."

"Wood says your time slot expired. Is that true?"

"Maybe, but we have a new seeker to train. Last year, everyone gave Wood leeway. It's a double standard!"

"I'm sorry, Flint. It might not seem fair and might not be fair, but rules are rules. You agreed to that as being captain."

"You're prejudiced! It's not fair."

"I'm prefect, so it doesn't-"

"Hey! Come here!" Flint yelled to me.

I rolled my eyes as Percy did the same and Wood pouted. For an intimidating, athletic guy, he could pull off a mean pout. Damn.

"I'm busy, Flint," I muttered.

"I'm sorry, beautiful. Just tell Wood that we should get extra time to train our seeker since he did last year."

"One, don't call me that. Two, are you trying to tell me what to do with my prefect authority?"

"That's not what I meant."

"Better not be. Is your time slot up?"

"Yes, but-"

"Then you're done. Stop arguing like a child. Schedule more time or be a bit nicer to the other teams off the pitch."

"But-"

"You didn't give Wood a single second of leniency. Don't give me that. Rules are rules. Prefects don't make them, just enforce them."

"Rules have exceptions," he whined.

"And that isn't the current case. Deal with it. Malfoy should be at least somewhat good to be on the team, right?" I asked, knowing full well that little prick was nowhere near any of the other seekers' level.

"But-"

"You're pissing me off. Five minutes to be clear of the pitch, including locker rooms. House points if not."

His face fell in defeat. He flew back up. His team was out in 4 minutes.

"I'll pay you tomorrow, sound okay?" Wood asked as soon as they were all inside the castle.

"Don't worry about it."

"Are you sure?" he asked uneasily.

"Doing my job? I suppose I should regardless. Pissing off Flint? Yeah, no fee necessary. But if you really feel bad, let's just say I have a favor whenever I need."