For The Golden Snitch's Anime Week Event. Prompt: (Yuri! On Ice) Write about a female trying to join Flint's all-male Quidditch team.
Bonus prompt: (character) Terence Higgs.
Farrah Pines is, obviously, an OC that I wrote based on that girl on the Slytherin Team during the Philosopher's Stone first match.
Her Cleansweep 9 was perfect for today.
"If you're here for the tryouts, go back to the dungeons, Farrah," smirked Flint with his lovely, intense gaze.
"Afraid I'll take your position?"
Farrah didn't go back to the castle. She wanted to be on the team and win. The defeated faces of the other teams when the Cup was awarded, and Flint's grin, wide and bright as the shining sun, were worth it.
But this wasn't about Flint. This was about Quidditch and her pride. She wouldn't let him push her into accepting an all–male team for Slytherin and even mentioned how Gwenog Jones had been Slytherin's Beater once.
"Alright, Pines," Flint agreed, pointing to the other competitors for the Chaser spot. "I'll warn you: I won't make any exceptions for you because you're—"
"A girl?" she said, raising an eyebrow at him even as she joined the other six boys who were trying out for Chasers. The Beaters were at a side, and the Seeker, Terence Higgs was smirking.
She approached Higgs. He had been the one who encouraged her into trying out, and the one who assured her she'd get a spot in the team.
"Don't tease Flint, Farrah. He knows he won't be able to focus if you're around," Terence told her, smirking and raising his voice enough to have Flint blush and shake his head with a smile that would have melted Farrah's heart if she wasn't so focused on the task at hand.
"You wanted me on the team to mock your captain?" Farrah smiled and waved at Terence, joining the other competitors.
"He'll be your captain at the end of the tryouts," Terence said, shrugging. "Better look pretty for him."
"Better keep quiet, Terence. I could find another Seeker as easily as I could accidentally knock you off your broom."
Farrah grinned at Flint's words.
"Listen to the Captain, Higgs," she said and flew above them.
"I haven't said you could start, Pines."
"A Slytherin is always prepared, Flint."
Flint ordered them to follow her lead and sent them to fly in circles around the goals. She knew he was determining how well they took a curve, as many Chasers thought that kind of manoeuvre was meant only for Seekers. Farrah knew better. She circled the goals with ease and was at Flint's side in a couple of seconds.
"Isn't this enough proof that I'm the best, Captain? The others are just slow."
Just then, the rest of the competitors got to where they were. Some looked angry and one boy older than her had a frown and a killing stare that was nothing like Flint's intense glances.
She turned to look at him and saw he was already looking at her, smiling. It was a sweet smile, but the best was the proud look in Flint's eyes.
"Go back to the dungeons, guys," Flint told the other Chaser wannabes. Terence shot a knowing smile at Farrah and she wondered if Terence was right and Flint liked her. When Flint sought her eyes again, Farrah blushed. "She's the one."
That small victory was better than the Cup.