Purple Is Just A Color|| vkook

9~ "I'm sorry"

Tae POV:

I growl when I hear my alarm ringing again. 
Breakfast time has already started and I need to be downstairs in ten minutes to at least grab some food and a coffee before the game. 
I jump out of bed, resisting the urge to throw the noisy clock against the dark green wall. 
After undressing, brushing my teeth and shaking my head in disbelief over my purple hair (like I do every day) I stand in front of my closet, pulling out the Quidditch gear, putting on my boxers, the black quidditch pants, the green shirt and the big black boots.
Then I walk out of the dorm, out of the common room, up the stairs into the great hall, which is filled with the colors green and blue. 
I sit down at the table, intentionally neither with my teammates, nor with any of my friends. 
Swallowing big sips of hot black coffee, I take a closer look at all the students, excitedly chattering about the first Quidditch game this season, which is going to start in an hour. 
I bite into the sandwich which had appeared in front of me as soon as I sat down at this table when the rest of the Slytherin Quidditch team stands up, leaving the hall. I quickly follow them, but not without taking one of the green apples with me.

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An hour later, me and the other Slytherins are walking through the tunnel on our way to the pitch. Next to me the other beater, I believe his name is Flint. 
He is a year above me and as far as I know, his father was Quidditch captain of Slytherin years ago. 
What is that saying? Like father, like son? 
Of course that isn't always the truth but in this case... I've been told his father has been quite brutal and seeing the 7th grader play, it makes sense knowing that.
The Slytherin team in general is known for playing dirty and I am actually pretty excited to play against Ravenclaw. Not only to finally see another team play, but also to be able to compete and win against Purple's house team.

We step out of the tunnel onto the pitch.
Right across from us, the Ravenclaw team is doing the same thing. We all jump on our brooms and that is when I realize Purple is on the Ravenclaw team.
Judging from the bat in her hand she's also a beater and I'm actually a little surprised since she‘s so tiny, I would have expected her to be a seeker.
I shrug and smile to myself; this is going to be fun.

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20 minutes into the game the Ravenclaws have already scored 30 points and I can't bear the thought of them being just so much better than us, but well I have to say: they are. 
I hit a Bludger which was flying right in the direction of one of our Chasers who is holding the Quaffle right now.
The Bludger comes back and this time, I am prepared to send it over to one of the Ravenclaw Chasers who is trying to block our Chaser from shooting a goal. 
My plan works and the Slytherin throws the Quaffel, the Keeper can't hold it and he scores 10 points. 
The game continues and I see a Bludger shooting in the direction of our Seeker so I hit it, sending it back to where it came from. 
Turns out, it came from a certain petite Ravenclaw beater, her brow furrowed, her eyes concentrated on the ball which is coming right at her. She flies a little maneuver to get out of the ball’s way, and comes up to me, apparently wanting to fly right by me. 
"Move!" 
I scoff and slightly shake my head, why isn’t she just flying 5 meters further? I look into her dark blue eyes and I can see adrenaline and rage pumping through her like dark clouds before a huge storm. 
Should I be scared? 
"Why would I?" I smirk pulling up an eyebrow. "Princess." 
"Don't princess me!" 
Her eyes just got a tone darker, the brown sprinkles sparkling in anger, her voice a growl. 
"You know, you actually sound sexy when you're angry."
My voice just jumped down half an octave and I bite my lip, keeping myself together pretty well, until I realize what I just said. 
Purples eyes widen and she opens and closes her mouth, like a fish, not able to say anything as a response.
Madam Hooch's shrill whistle interrupts the moment and I turn around and fly away, not without giving her a wink. I land and look up, where Purple is still frozen in the air and I let out a chuckle in amusement.
Weirdly, that really threw her off.