Born to Rule: The Story of the Slytherin Princess (paused)

Chapter 7

  "You have the right to have an opinion,
and I have the right to think it's stupid."

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Clarissa's day had started off with Herbology, a subject she found mildly interesting, but today's lecture on plant uses left her wishing for something more exciting. She was grateful when the class finally ended, knowing that the Quidditch match would soon be starting.

As she made her way to the pitch, Clarissa couldn't help but feel a twinge of excitement in her stomach. She wasn't a fan of Quidditch, but she knew how important this match was for Slytherin. If they won against Gryffindor, they would have a higher chance of winning the house cup. Clarissa hoped that Slytherin would come out on top, despite her distaste for the sport.

When she arrived at the pitch, she saw that everyone was already gathered, sporting their respective house scarfs, mittens, and flags. The Slytherin captain, Marcus Flint, and the Gryffindor captain, Oliver Wood, were discussing strategy with their respective teams. The referee, Madame Hooch, stood in the middle of the pitch, waiting for the game to start.

"Now, I want a nice fair and clean game, from all of you," Madame Hooch said sternly.

Fifteen brooms rose into the air, and the game began. Clarissa watched as the players flew around the pitch, her eyes following the movements of the Quaffle, Bludgers, and Snitch. She wasn't interested in Qudditich but the movements of the Slytherin team did amaze her, but she couldn't help but notice the behavior of Lee Jordan, the commentator.

"He's practically flirting with Angelina Johnson," Clarissa muttered to herself in disgust.

Jordan's inappropriate behavior didn't go unnoticed, and Professor McGonagall quickly put a stop to it. Jordan apologized before continuing with the commentary.

"The Quaffle is taken immediately by Angelina Johnson of Gryffindor... She's an excellent chaser and rather beautiful and attractive, too..."

"JORDAN!" McGonagall scolded.

"Sorry Professor," Jordan quickly apologized.

The game continued, with Gryffindor scoring the first goal. The Gryffindor supporters cheered loudly, rubbing the loss in Slytherin's faces. Clarissa tried to ignore them, remembering her mother's advice to always remain calm and polite. However, she could see that Draco was becoming increasingly angry.

"Come on, Clarissa, let's give those Gryffindorks a taste of their own medicine," Draco growled, his hand on his wand.

Clarissa placed a calming hand on his arm. "No, Draco, let's not stoop to their level. Let's just focus on the game."

Draco grudgingly nodded, his eyes still fixed on the Gryffindor supporters. Clarissa knew that he was eager for a chance to teach them a lesson, but she also knew that it wasn't worth getting into trouble over. They continued to watch the match, hoping that Slytherin would make a comeback.

As the game continued, Clarissa and Draco both spotted the snitch and tried to signal Flint. But he was completely oblivious and had no clue what they were trying to tell him. Clarissa let out a frustrated groan, rolling her eyes at Flint's incompetence.

"Was that the Snitch?" Jordan's voice rang out across the pitch.

Clarissa turned to look at him, seeing the confusion etched across his face. She couldn't believe he hadn't seen it either. Everyone else seemed to have noticed the fluttering golden ball.

Luckily, Potter and Flint had spotted the snitch, but Flint looked over at Clarissa and Draco, who were both glaring at him with annoyance. The Slytherin seeker, Terence Higgs, had also spotted the snitch and he made his way towards it. Harry and Terence engaged in a fierce battle over the snitch, neck to neck and aggressively. The crowd was on edge as they watched the two seekers, waiting to see who would catch the snitch.