Title: Captain Graham
Rating: T
Pairing(s)/Character(s): Montague, Draco
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em - not making any money off 'em. Dern it.
Word Count: 398
Summary: Graham is going to be a marvelous Quidditch Captain.
Notes:
50:50 Competition: Next Gen - Scene: Quidditch Tryouts
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry: Chocolate Frog: November Event - Hard - 11. Graham Montague
Graham Montague looked around the field, surveying the prospects. It was his first year as captain, and this year, Slytherin would win the Quidditch Cup. The first step was picking the new members, students that would help bring the team to greatness. Students that were not only good fliers but also knew the game of Quidditch. It wouldn't hurt if the new Quidditch team members knew how to follow directions either.
Unlike...
His thoughts were interrupted when Draco strutted up to stand next to him, and Graham fought the urge to roll his eyes. One thing was certain. He would not be choosing a Draco Malfoy copycat to be on the Quidditch team.
"So, any ideas who we're going to pick?" Draco asked.
The air of superiority surrounding him was nearly suffocating to Graham. "It's not we. We're not picking the team members. I am because I'm the captain. And you better remember that," he growled through clenched teeth.
Draco snorted inelegantly. "The only reason you're captain is because Professor Snape doesn't know any better. I would be a much better leader."
"Really? You're not even that good of a Quidditch player."
"I'm on the team, aren't I?" Draco angrily retorted.
"Only because your daddy bought the whole team brooms. And even with a better broom than Potter's, you still didn't beat him to the snitch."
"You better watch your mouth," Draco warned.
"Oh what? You'll tell your daddy on me. Face it, Malfoy. You're nothing but talk."
There was nothing that Draco could say because even he knew it was true. He settled for a glare that Graham easily ignored.
Graham walked away from the annoying pest, grabbed his broom, got settled on it, and then kicked off of the ground.
He floated for a moment and when no one stopped, he blew a sharp whistle with his lips, and everyone stopped what they were doing to stare at him. "Listen up. You all want to be on the Quidditch team. Not all of you will make it. We need two new members as well as two alternates. You will all show me what you have, and then I'll pick who I think is the best fit for the positions. Once I pick, that's it. I will not second guess my decision so don't ask me to. Understood?"
There were murmurs of agreement.
"Okay. Let's get started."