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𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄

𝗵𝗼𝗴𝘄𝗮𝗿𝘁𝘀 𝘀𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗹 𝗼𝗳
𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗰𝗵𝗰𝗿𝗮𝗳𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘄𝗶𝘇𝗮𝗿𝗱𝗿𝘆
𝟯:𝟯𝟬 𝗽𝗺

"PAY ATTENTION, IDIOT!"

Darlyn Winters hollered across the quidditch pitch to a distracted James Potter, who was currently occupied by his laughing fit. Angela Ambrosia nearly slipping off her broom while trying to hold her beaters bat in one hand (trying to look as fierce and intimidating as she can, of course) caught the eye of James, causing him to burst out in laughter. Darlyn is quite the competitive one, and she won't settle for someone being distracted- especially if it lowers her chances of winning.

it was a saturday afternoon, the late-summer warmth just on the verge of turning to fall. The sun sat stubbornly in the middle of the sky, it's brilliant rays wrapping the students in warmth as they played their friendly quidditch game- well, as friendly as a match can get between a group of twenty-four seventh years that hardly all get along in the first place. The quidditch pitch was completely open for the day, and the Marauders (well, mainly James and Sirius) insisted they claimed the field and put on a small game of their own.

"SORRY" The boy yelled back, stifling his laughter and bringing his focus back on scanning the field in search of that small glisten of gold to catch his eye.

Darlyn rolled her eyes at the boy and also moved her concentration to the rest of the game, narrowing her eyes as she watched a few Slytherins make their way speedily towards her, passing the quaffle back and forth.

"Oi, Greyjoy!" Rabastan Lestrange yelled, positioning his arm to pass the quaffle to the redhead.

Edie Greyjoy snapped her head to the side to look at Rabastan and signaled for him to pass the ball by putting her arm up. Rabastan zipped past Ramone Callan - one of his opposing chasers that came directly at him - and quickly passed the quaffle to Edie (leaving Ramone in great frustration.) The sphered object flew straight towards the Slytherin girl and landed in her left hand, but it nearly slipped from her grasp as she moved her arm to get a better grip on it.

"Careful there, wouldn't want the quaffle to be dropped now would we?" Barty Crouch Jr snickered as he flew past his fellow chaser. Edie let out a heavy aggravated breath and leaned forward, accelerating herself to catch up to the boy. In most occasions, the breeze blowing past her and the adrenaline rush sensation would excite the girl, but the irritation she felt was far too distracting to enjoy those feelings.

"That's right, we wouldn't. That's why Lestrange passed it to me and not you." Edie retaliated. She flew away from him just before he had time to say any comment in return, only leaving the boy with his mouth hanging open slightly and his eyes narrowing by the second.

Edie flew closer and closer to the goal posts, a smile creeping up on her face as she spotted her clear shot; Darlyn levitated in the middle of all three posts, yet slightly further to the left - leaving an open path for Edie to shoot. (Of course, if the Gryffindor was aware of this she would close that straight away). Edie held the quaffle up and began aiming it at the bottom right goal; her arm proceeded backward to give it the acceleration needed. Just as the quaffle left Edie's fingertips, Gideon Prewett flew straight up in front of her, catching the Slytherin off guard and causing her throw to go haywire; the ball went nowhere close to the goal posts and went spiraling downwards.

Ramone Callan caught the quaffle as it came tumbling down and shot a thumbs up to Gideon before she took off towards the opposite end of the field, grinning to herself.

"Damn it, Gideon!" Calia Delgado huffed aggressively from the quidditch stands, placing a single hand to her scalp and gripping her hair out of frustration. "That bastard just cost us a goal- actually, I doubt Greyjoy would've made it anyways." She added, letting out a half-suppressed laugh.