Evelyn Potter and the Chamber of secrets ( Draco )

Chapter 8

Evelyn's p.o.v.

I walked towards the field in my suffocating, long quidditch robe, while holding my Nimbus 2000 in my hand, along with the rest of my Quidditch team members.

Oliver Wood, our over-desire
-of-winning-the-Quidditch-cup captain, kept rambling on and on about Quidditch stuff, " I spent a summer devising a whole new Quidditch program. We're going to train earlier, harder and longer. What....? I don't believe it. "

I looked to where he's looking, and there was the Slytherin Quidditch team, making their way towards the field too.

We made our way out of the building and met the Slytherin in front of the building.

" Where do you think you're going, Flint? " Wood snarled, and the two teams stop in front of each other. 𝕊𝕝𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕟 𝐯𝐬 𝔾𝕣𝕪𝕗𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕕𝕠𝕣!!!!!!!!! THE BATTLE BEGIIIIINNNNNSSSS!!!!!

" Quidditch practice. " Flint smirked mischievously, like it's the simplest thing in the world.

" I booked the pitch for Gryffindor today. " Wood snorted, unbelievingly.

" Easy, Wood. I've got a note. " Flint shoved a piece of parchment into Wood's hand.

Out of the corner of my eyes, Hermione and Ron came running towards us with a face that says ' Uh oh, I smell trouble ' look.

" I, Severus Snape, do hereby give the Slytherin team permission to practice today, owing to the need to train their new seeker. " Wood looked away from the parchment and into Flint's eyes challengingly. " You've got a new seeker. Who? "

The Slytherins parted ways for the new seeker to come through. And it is....... Mouthfoul? Out of everyone, MOUTHFOUL?

" Mouthfoul? " I snorted.

" That's right. " He smirked evilly, " And that's not all that's new this year. " His entire team then held out their broom for us to look clearly. And it was the exact model of......... What was that again? No wait, I saw it the other day. I forgot. Oops.

" Okay. Cool broomstick. So what? " I raised one of my eyebrows, looking totally lost.

Ron suddenly piped up in awe,
" Those are Nimbus 2001, Evelyn, you idiot! How did you get those? "

" Oh yes, Nimbus 2001. I forgot. "

" A gift from Draco's father. " Flint smirked, showing his ugly teeth.

" You see, Weasley. Unlike some, my father can afford the best. " Mouthfoul sneered truimphly.

" At least no one on the Gryffindor team had to buy their way in. They got in on pure talent. " Hermione sneered with her know-it-all face, and Mouthfoul turned his attention to her with a look of disgust on his face, " No one asked for your opinion, you filthy Mudblood. "

All the Gryffindors immediately gasped at the word, except for Harry.

" What did you just called her? " I snarled, standing infront Mouthfoul, our face inches away from each other. " Say it again. I dare you. "

" A Mudblood. "

My tight fist went right across his face, making him stumble back, leaning towards his friends for support out of pain, his hands covering his nose.

" Serves you right. " I sneered.

" It makes no difference that she's a filthy Mudblood. " Mouthfoul yelled angrily, putting down his hands, revealing a extremely bloody, broken nose.