Mischief Managed - D.M

Quidditch Practice

The professor announced that we had reached the end of Herbology and had advised us to do all our homework. I slung my bag on  my shoulder and walked out of the class room to be met by two visitors.

"So, are you ready?" Fred and George appeared in front of me both fully dressed in their quidditch uniforms and a broom in either hand. They both radiated energy which increased my serotonin.

"Ready" I said shooting them a toothy grin and allowed them to lead me to the pitch. "You're not gonna change out of your skirt?" Fred asks me questioning my decision. 

"Well I highly doubt there's a spare slytherin quidditch uniform lying around. And besides it's gonna be just us three right? In any case my skirt flies up just don't look" I said and walked off.

"Yeah right I won't look" Fred and George snickered to themselves.

As soon as we reached the pitch we were met by Ron and Hermione who were sat on a nearby bench. "Can you hold my bag guys?" I asked them and they both shot me a confused look. 

"You're not gonna sit with us to watch the boys play?The pitch isn't safe for people who don't know how to play quidditch" Hermione asks me quizzing me, George puts a reassuring hand on my shoulder. 

"Actually I'm gonna be practicing with Fred and George today, thanks for the support." I said jokingly causing her to blush turning the same color as the hair of the boy sitting next to her. "Oh forgive me I didn't realize you play. Wait aren't you practicing in teams today boys, Gryffindor against Slytherins ?" 

The shot each other forgetful looks and scratched their heads. "Oh crap forgot about that one, sorry Scarlett, it's best you sit with Hermione and Ron and observe this time round." They said trying to make me sit this one out.

"No this is the perfect opportunity to get in the team right? I'll play too" My persistence only seemed to make them grin at me, " Alright but don't say we didn't warn you, these players are savages"

Fred's long hair waved in the wind as he spoke, he had to look down when speaking to me, my neck cocked up to look at him as I maintained eye contact with him causing him to stutter slightly in his words.

As if on cue, the Gryffindor players walk out all with brooms in their hands, and the Slytherin players walk out, one very familiar player catches my eye. 

Mr Blondey.

"Listen we can't play today, our seeker is studying and couldn't make it" Oliver Wood says, a handsome looking man who speaks to an aggressive looking boy from the Slytherin team, his serious expression changes as soon as his eyes land on me.

"Well you'll just have to do without a seeker, Draco would have beat Harry anyways so might as well save him the humiliation" Marcus Flint says earning him snickers from amongst the whole team including from Draco. 

"I can fill in for Harry" I say earning everyone's attention, and not in a good way. "Whoa whoa you can't be a Gryffindor seeker, you're a Slytherin." Oliver Wood says, making his whole team nod in agreement, with the exception of Fred and George.

"Darling you're just a pretty little doll face who doesn't understand this is a mens sport. You wouldn't want to bruise that beautiful face of yours" Flint says and grazes his hand on my cheek to which I jerked his hand imminently earning angry faces from him.

"This is just practice its not as if I'm joining your team stop being babies, besides... my minds already set on playing today so I'm going to." They all looked down on me making me feel inferior, I could tell Gryffindor team desperately didn't want me in they're team, but I don't blame them, they haven't seen what I'm capable of yet.