𝕭𝖆𝖙𝖙𝖑𝖊 𝕾𝖈𝖆𝖗𝖘 || Fred Weasley

05

"He has — no — respect — for girls," said Cassie as she threw the Quaffle and caught it again. "I could be ten times better than him. No — I am ten times better than him."

"Woah— " Oliver ducked. The ball flew through the hoop and he caught it again. He flew to Cassie's level and said, "Shouldn't you slow down a bit? I know you're frustrated and all, but I don't want you to faint and fall off your broom."

"No, Wood, I can't slow down," said Cassie angrily. "I've got to show Flint he's missing out on a great Chaser." Cassie gasped as an idea popped into her head. "You could injure one of them for me."

"Sorry, what?"

"I mean, it doesn't have to be a serious injury. Maybe just a broken hand. I mean, the Bludgers would surely do the job."

"Cassie, never once have you wanted to injure someone, even if you hated the person," said Oliver worriedly.

Cassie sighed. "Sorry. I just — I don't know."

"Flint doesn't know what he's missing," said Oliver. "It's his loss. Now... " He looked up from his watch. "... Gryffindor practice starts in five so you'd better get a move on before they come zooming in asking questions."

"Thanks for letting me beam the Quaffle at you," said Cassie and she flew down to the ground.

As she put the spare broom inside the closet, there were several voices. Before she could figure out where to hide, the team arrived in the room.

"Malfoy?" Angelina furrowed her eyebrows. "What are you doing here?"

"Plotting some revenge scheme no doubt," Alicia Spinnet said, glaring at her. "Flint send you to spy on our Quidditch practice?"

She ignored her. Cassie's eyes were on Harry Potter. He was a first-year and first-years weren't allowed to play Quidditch, much less own a broom. A Nimbus 2000 at that.

"How are you— " said Cassie. "How did you — Right. 'Course Potter gets special privilege."

"Special privilege?" said George Weasley, ready to throw hands. "He's got pure skill that you'd only dream of. You can't even make reserve."

Cassie was outraged by this. "It's not my fault Flint's a sexist and overlooks skill when it's presented in front of him," she thought.

"Right... " Cassie looked at his broom. A Cleansweep Five. "You know, I'm surprised Potter's got a Nimbus. Raised by Muggles, yet he's richer than you lot combined. You still got your Cleansweeps, Weasley. Maybe ask Potter, I'm sure he'd be happy to donate. He seems to pity you lot anyway. Your whole family and your stupid Muggle-loving father."

George was about to charge at her, but Fred and Angelina held him back.

"You say one more thing about our father— "

"What the hell's going on in here?" Oliver had come inside. "I expected you lot on the pitch five minutes— " His eyes landed on Cassie. "Oh."

"That snake insulted— "

"Yeah, I really don't care," said Oliver in defense to Cassie. "Get your butts onto the pitch. And Malfoy, leave before things get even uglier."

Cassie turned on her heel, heading back to the castle.

"Who was that?" Harry had asked.

"Cassiopeia Malfoy," George snarled.

"Draco Malfoy has a sister?" Harry questioned.

"Yeah, and if you thought Draco was bad, Cassie is worse, especially if you get on her bad side," Angelina said. "But as long as you aren't in her way, you'll be fine."