Diverse - HARRY POTTER

Winston

Year 2

Monday -18th October – 12:00

Professor Lockhart's class is worse than I could ever imagine. The man is extremely ignorant and I can't tolerate him. That stupid smile or that spell he has over all the girls in the class. Even Parkinson was drooling over the blonde bimbo. I glance behind me and am actually taken by surprised that Granger is also mesmerised by him. Hm, I always thought she'd be into girls was all I could think.

The class got even more ridiculous when he told us we were going to be dealing with Pixies. Pathetic. Even Ed looked bored and anything entertains him. "Come on bring on the big boys." Ed said in a low whisper.

The Gryffindor with the annoyingly, non-understandable accent sniggered aloud, earning Lockharts attention.

"Laugh, if you will Mr. Finnigan. These pixies can be devilishly tricky little blighters. Lets see what you make of them now." Finnigan that's his name, I knew I knew it. With his last stupid sentence he opens the cage releasing Pixies galore. "Go on, round them up, round them up. They're only Pixies."

The room was in chaos, people running and Pixies flying. Ed looked at me and I looked at Ed. We didn't need to communicate what we did next, we just knew. We both darted around the room swatting Pixies left, right and centre. It was fun actually.

Not much sooner a whole gang of them came for our heads. We both dived out of the way and under some over turned table, that's when they seized Longbottom by the ears and hauled him up into the air.

"That was meant to be us." Ed said, trying miserably to hide his laugh.

"Yeah, and it probably will be soon if we don't get the hell out of here." I didn't bother try to hide my laugh the sight was hilarious. But while I was staring at Longbottom, Ed tapped me nervously on the shoulder.

"Win, they're coming. At least 30 of them." Ed's voice wavered in fear. I snapped my head to look at them, he wasn't lying there must have been 30, zooming in our direction. You could actually see the anger on their faces.

"Well, stop looking at them you idiot and run. Now!" I shouted and we both bolted towards the closed door. The only people left in the room were us, Neville and Lockhart. "Sorry Neville." Ed shouted back as we swung open the door and ran out.

"He's absolutely useless." I said in between pants.

"Blimey they looked murderous. Why didn't Lame Lockhart do anything." Ed stood up straight and began walking towards the great hall.

"Please don't ever use that phrase again." I cringed at his choice of words. Ed just dismissed me with a lazy wave.

I was late to lunch, which meant the best food was already in the pit of Crabbe and Goyles hanging stomach. "Seriously, every time." I said with a sigh and sat in my usual seat.

"I saved you this." Pansy's strangely elongated fingers were cupped around a chocolate muffin.

"Thanks Parkinson." She smiled and shrugged her shoulders while I stuffed my face with food.

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My first practice as a Slytherin chaser is also today, just after lunch we headed towards the quidditch pitch. The captain spoke as we walked, "Don't get too excited, little second years, I will work you to the bone. I will not lose again this year." His voice had a bossy yet authoritative tone to it.

"Still beats Pixies." I whisper to Malfoy, who's got a fierce look on him.

"Yeah, right." He replied.

"Isn't it cool how they gave us our own broom, like we didn't have to buy one. Nimbus 2001's as well, that's the best on the market at the moment. My Father said he was going to buy this for my first match, guess I'll have to tell him I won't be needing it. I'm excited to try it aren't you?" I said excitedly to Malfoy.

"Yeah, yeah I am." The excitement was not matched. I just rolled my eyes and kept walking. Ed would be excited with me I scowled at Malfoy.

When we reached the pitches, the Gryffindor team were already assembled and a rather pissed off Captain was in front of our group. I stood aside to get a look at the other team they didn't have these brooms. Actually they didn't have matching brooms at all. I saw Ed in his Gryffindor quidditch robes, he obviously saw me too. I pulled at the fabric and winked and he did the same.

In the middle but on the outskirts there was a few bystanders, Weasly no.6, Granger, Sting and Jess.

"Where do you think you're going, Flint?" the Gryffindor captain spoke.

"Quidditch practice" Flint said with a smile that reminded me of the pixies, devilish. This won' be good.

"I booked the pitch for Gryffindor today." I cocked my eyebrow at the captain who kept a cool face on him as if it didn't matter.

"Easy, Wood. I've got a note." Flint handed Wood a piece of parchment rolled up. Wood snatched the paper and read it aloud for both teams to hear.

"I, Professor Severus Snape, do hereby give the Slytherin team permission to practice today, owing to the need to train their new Seeker." Oliver snapped his head up to Flint, "You've got a new Seeker, who?"

Flint side stepped to allow Malfoy to step out. Why is it such a big deal? Clearly Malfoy had been waiting for this moment and that's why he didn't join me at the top of the group. His mind was probably writing a script on what to say. But before Malfoy even said anything, Potter was at the front of his group, shock all over his face.

"Malfoy?" was all he said.

"That's right. And that's not all that's new this year." Malfoy held his broom out proud and so did the other Slytherins. Flint elbowed me hard and I copied.

"Those are Nimbus 2001s. How did you get those?" Ron looked envious, I did feel a little guilty seeing him. He could probably never afford one of these and here we are rubbing it right in his face.

"A gift from Draco's father." Flint smiled widely, enjoying the shock from the others. I furrowed my eyebrows and turned to the blonde boy.

"Malfoy, you never told-" I started but was cut off

"You see, Weasley, unlike some, my father can afford the best." I scoffed at his petty remark which once again earned me a hard elbow from Flint. What? He can't help he's poor I wanted to say but I didn't. I don't want to lose my place on the team.

"At least no one on the Gryffindor team had to buy their way in. They got in on pure talent." Granger said, looking between me and Draco. Me!

"I didn't buy my way into anything Granger." I glared at her in annoyance.

"Well, Wixx everyone knows your family has more than enough money. Draco's father hardly bought the whole team these himself." I could feel the anger boiling inside of me and before I could say anything Draco stepped in.

"No one asked your opinion, you filthy little Mudblood." He spat at her and she coward away in hurt and hatred. You deserve that, you filthy git.

Then Weasley no.6 decides to be big and brave with his broken wand and defend the stupid girl. "You'll pay for that Malfoy. Eat slugs!" he shouted but his pitiful wand backfires the spell onto himself. Malfoy and I are in stitches over the pathetic attempt.

Granger runs over to him, looking scared. "He's not dying." I spit at her and she glares.

"You okay, Ron? Say something!" worry laced in her voice. Ron opens his mouth as if to speak but a big, fat, slimy worm pops out instead. You couldn't control the laughter even if you wanted to.

"What's wrong Granger? Can not even your brain fix him?" I snigger and Malfoy high-fives him. We just walk away and continue practice like normal.

I'll show you talent.