Don't Fall In Love With A Hufflepuff

Year 2

I DON'T KNOW I WOKE UP

DECIDED TO WRITE THIS

THEN GO BACK TO SLEEP

CAUSE, I HAVE NO IDEA....

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QUIDDITCH PITCH

"Louis Tomlinson" called the elder looking coach. 

Louis stroked his arm proudly in the air as he made his way to the center field. The elder wizard shot proud a smile at the lad and handed him his green quidditch robes. Louis could feel his mouth watering as he looked at the beautiful robes in his hands. He'd been dreaming of this since the first year. Being part of a quidditch team was a dream come true for him. 

"Thank you professor" he thanked the elderly man. 

"Make us proud Tomlinson." 

Louis nodded, he eyes darted to the insignia embroidered on the pocket of his robe, Chaser... He couldn't wait to tell the lads about the exciting news!

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"You made the team!" chirped Zayn happily. 

Louis nodded proudly and gave the lad a tight squeeze. He'd been excited all day, singing quidditch songs in the corridors and telling literally every ghost he'd ever seen about the wonderful news. 

"I'm not surprised. He's always been a great player, best one in our batch I think" muttered Harry.

Louis shot a sweet smile to the curly haired lad and playfully ruffled his hair, "Aww Harold. That's the least disgusting thing you've said all week."

Liam and Zayn chuckled as Harry and Louis playfully started joking around with each other. Among the four of them, Louis was really close to Harry and Zayn to Liam, the group caused quite a stir in Hogwarts, being the only inter-house group that actually were really, really good friends. 

"Debatable mate" mumbled Liam softly. 

Louis darted his eyes to the wavy haired lad in front of him, "And who is the better quidditch player mate in our batch?"

"Niall Horan" interjected Zayn as he flipped another page of his thick leather bound book.