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Kaytee
"Miss Black, this is a once in a lifetime opportunity! We don't just let anyone on our team. We rarely ever let fifth years onto our team. Especially girls." I was sitting across my kitchen table from the heavy, sweating, balding, coach of the Appleby Arrows Quidditch team. My bathing suit was beginning to itch under my sundress. In the ninety degree weather of late August, the last thing I wanted to be doing was sitting inside talking to the bumbling oaf.
"So you think I'm good enough? To be on your team?" I asked, fingering a lock of my long blonde hair.
"Oh, yes" The man exclaimed wiping his dripping forehead on the edge of our tablecloth "Why, in a couple of months I bet we could have you good enough to help our boys during practice!"
"Wait. I think I'm misunderstanding; I thought you said I was good enough to be on your team?"
"Of course you are! Almost as good as my boys. Unfortunately I can't have you playing games because that would be far too distracting to the boys-"
"Pardon?" I snapped "I'm not even going to be able to play games? Then what the heck is the point of me joining?"
"You'd be a great assist at practices-"
"I'm sorry Mr..."
"Oakson"
"I'm sorry Mr. Oxen. I'm just not interested"
"It's Oakson, and why on Earth not?! Women like you only encounter a few opportunities like this before you settle-down."
I shifted my feet under the table, tapping roughly on the peeling floorboards. Excuse me? "settle-down" what year did he think it was?
"Mr. Oafish, I'm really not interested in joining a sexist, old-fashioned, lying, truly terrible Quidditch team."
He had dropped his calm attitude, leaping to his feet so quickly the entire table shook. I also rose. Fingering my wand nervously.
"Good luck getting another offer" He snapped angrily. Furiously wiping the bridge of his abnormally large, red nose.
"Thank you Mr. Orangutan, I will; and when I do, you're going to need some help dragging your team off the pitch."
"Is that a threat Miss Black."
"Maybe it is" I said walking toward the back door "Now if you would excuse me Mr. Obese; I trust you can find the door without help"
Arg. Who knew that being one of the few female beaters would involve so much suffering and sexism. I grabbed my sunglasses and noticed that Mr. Oakson was still standing there.
"The door?" I prompted "Do you need a map or is that only for the Qudditch pitch?"
He spun on a gigantic heal and marched from the room yelling, "YOU WILL NEVER FIND A QUDDITCH TEAM THAT WILL TAKE YOU!"
I stepped outside and walked right into my twin brother, Kaleb. He was grinning wildly and soaking wet.
"I'm guessing from all the yelling that it went fabulously?" He teased.
"Oh, absolutely! They want me to join right away!" I smirked "Nah... basically I called him a sexist oaf"
"Oh, wow! Impressive, Kates. But, if he told you that men are superior that's not sexist. It's just honest."
I laughed, knowing that my brother was just joking around.
"I'm going to get you back for that, Kaleb"
"Sure you are- Hey! Teddy and Theda are here!"
He sprinted toward the front of their car yelling at the top of his lungs, "Theda, love! You have arrived!"
I sighed, slapping my forehead with my hand. When would he ever learn that that behavior would never make my best friend fall for him.