Evan Rosier (Harry Potter Fanfic/ Prequel)

7 | 77 | Teenage Werewolf

Tuesday, November 1

"Alright, saddle up, it's my last year as captain and I want to win."

I watch from the sidelines as the Ravenclaw team hop on their brooms and wait for further instructions. The captain, she's my age and her name is Brianna, dives forward and steals the ball from one of the guys.

"Come on, Aaron, let's show the team what we practiced last night," she orders, unusually outgoing for a Ravenclaw.

"You practiced without us?" Another girl asks.

"Yeah, it was nothing," Aaron replies. "We were just trying something out."

That makes me think of my second year, when Ravenclaws were accused of having no House loyalty. I couldn't deny it, but now I agree it just depends on the person.

The only reason I decided to watch the Ravenclaw Quidditch practice is... Well, I'm not sure. I think maybe deep down I feel guilty about the broom and Whomping Willow incidence, but there's nothing I can do about it now.

"Focus, Samantha-"

"Oi, birds, get off the pitch." I look over to a group of Gryffindor Quidditch players. Immediately, I feel distaste at the sight, along with guilt.

"We're booked today, Potter," Brianna reminds him.

"Uh, no, that's not how I remember it," he says in a grossly arrogant voice. I find it harder to like him.

"I specifically remember-"

"You Ravenclaws and your big words," Black interrupts, shouldering them out of the way. "Get off the pitch."

Brianna glares at him. "I'm going to tell McGonagall."

"Go ahead," Potter says, snickering. "She's the one who told us to practice."

"Ugh!" Brianna storms past and calls after her own teammates. I begin to get up but Black calls out to me.

"(L/N), won't you stay?" He asks. "Lupin can stay here with you! He doesn't play."

"We reckon he's scared of the Bludger's," Potter teases.

Lupin dismisses the comment with a wave of his hand. "Don't listen to them," he says and sits beside me before I can leave.

"I have to go-"

"Where are you off to?" He asks. "Sit a while. Don't mind them, they're always this..." He pauses, searching for the right word.

"Boisterous. Obnoxious. Crude. Not to mention straight up rude," I grumble.

He laughs. "They don't even know the meaning of half those words."

Unwillingly, I smirk at his joke. He's probably right.

"Would you like a chocolate frog?" He offers. "They're Sirius's, but he doesn't need to know."

At first I was going to decline, but not when I hear that they belong to Black. "Sure."

"I'll be back," he tells me. "They're in his bag."

"I'll be here," I mumble.

Watching the Gryffindors play make me realize how good the team actually is... And unfortunately, it's because of Black and Potter. They're unstoppable, even against their own teammates. They've split up teams, and they're both on the same team. In my opinion, that's unfair.

"Arabelle," someone calls to me from the stands behind me. I jump at the voice, I didn't see him, but Severus stands very stiffly by my seat.

"Severus! You scared me half to death," I murmur, face heating up. He probably wouldn't want me hanging out with Lupin, but it's not like I asked to.