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AUBERY DID not know what to expect when she signed up for Quidditch, but alas, early in the morning, she was roused, and the Gryffindor team was heading down to the pitch.
"I spent the summer devising a whole new Quidditch program. We are gonna train earlier, harder, and longer. What- I don't believe it! Where do you think you're goin', Flint?" Oliver asks.
"Quidditch practice," Flint replies.
"I booked the pitch for Gryffindor today," Oliver adds.
"Easy, Wood. I've got a note." Flint hands Oliver a small note.
"Uh-oh. I smell trouble." Ron comments.
"I, Professor Severus Snape, do hereby give the Slytherin team permission to practice today, owing to the need to train their new Seeker. You've got a new Seeker. Who?" Wood asks
"Malfoy?" Harry gasps.
"Oh great." Aubery sighs.
"That's right. And that's not all that new this year." Draco smirks.
"Those are Nimbus Two Thousand and Ones! How did you get those?" Ron gasps.
"A gift from Draco's father," Flint says.
"You see Weasley, unlike some, my father can afford the best." Draco drawls.
"At least no one on the Gryffindor team had to buy their way in. They got it on pure talent." Hermione fires.
"No one asked your opinion, you filthy little Mudblood!" Draco snaps.
"You'll pay for that one, Malfoy. Eat slugs!" Ron snaps and points his wand at him, but the spell backfires, sending him back.
"Ha, ha, ha!" Everyone on the Slytherin team starts laughing.
"You okay, Ron? Say something!" Hermione asks, as the Gryffindor team crowd around him.
"Blech..." Ron barfs up a large slug.
"Ooh! Ugh! Yech!" Everyone gags.
A flash appears. "Wow! Can you turn him around, Harry?"
"No, Colin! Get out of the way! Let's take him to Hagrid's." Harry snaps.
"Blech..." Ron groans.
"He'll know what to do." Aubery looks green, about to hurl herself.
"Ha, ha, ha..." The Slytherin's jeer.
They arrive at Hagrid's hut, where he gives Ron a big bucket to barf.
"Wo, this calls for a specialist's equipment. Nothin' to do but wait'll it stops, I'm afraid." Hagrid shakes his head.
