"Can I call you Tori? You know Tori, I'm a great friend."
"I don't get it, why are you being nice to me?"
"Maybe I don't want to see you friendless."
When Victoria Silvers, who comes from a long line of Slytherins, is sorted into Gryffindor her life...
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"Lucky quidditch tryouts were open tryouts." Angelina reckoned following Tori to the Quidditch stadium behind the Weasley twins. It had been at least two weeks since they announced tryouts for Quidditch. Tori and Angelina have been practicing none stop, sometimes with the twins. "I think we'd get invitations..." Tori replied, "Charlie seemed to like our skills over the summer."
"He could have just been saying that to be nice," Angelina whispered. Tori hit her with the back of her hand gently. "Don't. You're making me nervous." Angelina chuckled, approaching the stadiums. "Oh please," Fred told Tori. "You're going to make the team."
Charlie was standing with another girl at the entrance tent to the dressing rooms. He was marking down something on a sheet of paper while the girl was talking to people who were coming in. The four of them came up to him, causing him to smile.
"Fred, George, Tori, and Angelina. Glad you guys made it, talk to Mae, she'll write down what you're trying out for. Good luck."
The four nodded, turning towards the other girl who was now free. "You guys must be Charlie's brothers, I'd recognize the hair anywhere. I'm Mae, what are you trying out for?"
"Beaters."
"Beaters. Got it. And you two girls?"
"Uh, we're both going out for chaser," Tori spoke up. Mae smiled, "Well good luck. Head inside now to get changed."
They nodded, following the twins inside the tent. There were a lot of students inside, all changing or talking. Some sat and even meditated.
Tori found the quidditch robes that were for her. Each one of them had a bright gold number that could have looked like a star. Her number was seventeen, while Angelina's was twelve. She began to get changed, overhearing some other kids.
"You worried about tryouts?" A boy asked someone. The voice next to him scoffed, "Nah. I'm getting on the team." Another voice, this time a girl's, joined in. "How can you be so sure?"
"Lia, I'm a sixth year, and I know Charlie pretty well. He's sure to pick me to play chaser. The rest of you should just pack up now." Angelina must have been listening too, cause she sent Tori an annoyed look. So what if the kid was a sixth year? That doesn't mean he's good or should be on the team...
"I'd watch yourself, Morrison. Don't think you'd want to give the wrong impression." Mae strolled into the tent, eyeing the students as she stood in the center. "Why should I listen to you? You're not the captain." Tori didn't even know what this kid looked like, but she already didn't like him.
What he said seemed to have a small effect on Mae. She looked angry, for only a second, before looking bored. "You're absolutely right. But I'm helping with tryouts since we're picking two chasers to play alongside me. Now everyone, hustle up. Second years, grab a broom."
Tori did as she was told before she put her hair up in a tight ponytail. "Alright come on. Now, Charlie is outside waiting for everyone. We are going to walk out in an orderly fashion. Charlie and I will explain how we're running things before we get started. Remember, we're walking. So don't think you're impressing anyone by flying out there as fast as you can, cause we will dismiss you so fast you won't be able to say quidditch."
