Chapter 1
The horn sounded.
It almost knocked Emma off her broom.
The screams, the shouts and the rounding applause soared and trailed past the stormy downpour and onto the Quidditch field.
Emma's heart sank, as in just that moment, she firmly believed the match was turning around. If she hadn't spent so much time worrying about her team's positions and safety in the reckless weather, maybe, just maybe they could have won this year's opening game. Then again, it may have been easier if it wasn't for -
"RAVENCLAW WINS THE MATCH - 210 to 30 points."
- Their fucking seeker.
The rain did not relent, but the calmed thunder was easily replaced by the crowd's chants of glory for the wisest house's first win. As soon as she hit the ground, her entire team followed behind her, wrenching their blurred goggles from their wide eyes. Some were standing behind Emma in a sulky line, waiting for the handshake. No one from the Gryffindor team said much, and Emma decided to break the silence by turning back to her exhausted, worn-to-shreds team.
"Good game you few!" She praised. "We'll just have to work harder this season to beat them next time!"
"Oh please," came the low, sultry voice of Ravenclaw's famed Seeker, and newly appointed Captain, "It's going to take a lot more than some field drills to beat me Swan."
Emma's teeth gritted, and she marched up to the opponent with a raised chin, staring directly into chocolate pools as she held out her hand. "Good game, Mills."
Regina smirked, taking the blonde's hand in a death-grip. "I know, right?"
And with that, she brushed right past Emma to the next player.
Swan rolled her eyes, and began shaking all the other Ravenclaw players' hands with just as much sportsmanship.
I can do this.
I've lost to her before.
Plenty of times, actually.
As long as they don't sing that fucking -
"Mills is our Queen,
Mills is our Queen!
Swan cannot catch a snitch,
She'll never ever own the pitch,
Forever keeping us very rich,
Mills is our Queen!
Swan never sees a thing,
She cannot block a single ring,
That's why all the Slytherin's sing,
Mills is our Queen!"
"I never got that whole rich part." August remarked bitterly, trying to lighten the mood as the team stalked off the pitch, unwilling to hear the next chorus, and not even eyeing McGonagall who's lips were nearly as thin as her brows.
"The snakes like to bet on games, you know?" Ruby announced, running up beside Emma and throwing a comforting arm around her. "And besides, it's not like Slytherin will be betting on us any time soon - so don't take it to heart Emma."
You try having a song written about you Rubes, and then talk to me about it. Emma snapped internally, keeping quiet as she was determined to get out of her wet uniform.
"That wasn't a fair game." One of the beaters remarked, as they all hustled in shivers and drenched clothes to their changing room. "They used some sort of spell -"
" - their goggles didn't fog once!"
Emma tuned out her teams tireless excused and tossed the soiled jumper over her head. Along with the soaked vest she threw them both angrily to the ground.
"We could've , should've, would've, but we still lost dammit." Emma stated, her tone clearly unwilling to hear anymore nonsensical argument. "We just have to train harder for next time."
She just wished she could have believed her own words. Always the optimist, eh Swan?