Sucked In

chapter 9

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Unfortunately, the students of Ravenclaw lived up to their stereotype of being ridiculously smart. A teacher asked a question; boom. Twenty hands, straight up, my arm never being one of them. Teachers had begun to catch on to my reluctancy towards answering questions, and began to try and coax me to share my knowledge, which I had none of, by selecting me randomly. While they had good intentions, it almost always ended in me embarrassing myself.

The people in my house were nice enough, yet we shared lessons with another house, a specific one being not as understanding towards my deficiency.

In my first day, when I was in Gryffindor, all our classes had been shared with Slytherin, which led me to believe that when I moved to other houses, I would get a break. Wrong.

While I was now draped in royal blue instead of red, Slytherin house seemed to follow me everywhere. Lessons. Break-time. The Ravenclaw table was even adjacent theirs, meaning I had to sit near them at every meal and endure Draco's death stare's from across the table.

Oh, remember our one encounter after Herbology in the courtyard? Pretty much the entire school had heard about it and Draco's fuming. Since then, he's taken every opportunity he had to make my life worse. His minions "accidentally" spilling their water on me when they walk by, doors being slammed in my face, sometimes so fast they catch my fingers in the collision, that sent me straight to the hospital ward. And it didn't help that my last class of today was with them too.

"Today we will race with brooms," Madam Hooch informed the group of sapphire blue and forest green, as our brooms laid out beside us.

I tied my hair so my vision wouldn't get blinded while flying.

"Alright, hands at the ready. We have practiced this. Now say 'Up,' in a demanding tone," Her voice stern and filled with knowledge of old age.

Everyone followed her instructions.

I repeatedly said the plain word, while the other Slytherins snickered at me, especially Draco, peering at me with his ice grey eyes. All of them had been riding for years. 

"Great job. Now we will be racing in pairs of two, a Ravenclaw with a Slytherin, please." Madam Hooch announced, making me know exactly who I was gonna get, an impassive look coming over my face.

Draco smugly sauntered up to me, biting his lip, I almost vomited right there and then.

I decided to treat him with more kindness and respect, so maybe he wouldn't ruin my life. He probably needed someone serious from all the goofy, blabber-mouths he hung out with.

"Hey, Malfoy," I exhaled, my shoulders hunching as I accepted my doom. He looked me up and down, and examined the wooden pole in my hands. A grossed out look appeared on his face. It was an old one I found in the broom closet. It smelt musty and the wood was a bit damp as I gripped it tightly.

"Nice broom, Ravenclaw," his ice-blond hair reflecting in the sun as he sneered. I already expected him to say something like that.

I studied his as it dug into the rich soil, green blades curling around it, it looked elegant. Full night-black handle, a silver band wrapped across, as two.
metal pieces stretched out around the bristles. The bristles were dark taupe, and it faded into a blondish color, a bit like his hair.