"Zambini, you're joking right?" Ginny choked out. She attempted to pull on her jeans two legs at a time and proceeded to fall over right in to the doorway of the bathroom.

Kyle was calmly humming to herself and pulling her medium length hair into a messy ponytail, her bangs pinned back. She frowned at her friend's reflection in the mirror.

"Now, it wouldn't be a very funny joke if it were one, eh? Where's the comedy in playing quidditch with a cute boy who happens to have a sexy temper."

"He's not sexy. He's scary. And Slytheriny. And scary. And how do you know him, anyway?"

" I don't, not really," she replied with a smile. She turned and tutted, shoving Ginny back into their dorm. Kyle sauntered over to her trunk and began throwing clothes all over the 5th year girl's dorm.

"Sarah and Annie will be pissed if they find your knickers on the lamp again." Ginny said removing the offending garment from her head.

"They can piss off. If they don't like them there, then they can remove them as such. AHAH! And there ye be!"

Kyle held up her favorite holey, tattered jeans into the air. She wiggled them on over her green pajama pants and grabbed a yellow hooded sweatshirt from the bottom of her trunk. She threw a giant knitted sweater with a large dragon in the center at Ginny and found her shoes.

"We just bumped into each other, literally, I called him an ass and he called me a bitch. It was love." She said seriously.

"Wow, sounds just like it," Ginny muttered evilly.

"Eh, most of them just try to be scary, I think. I mean, I know how evil parents can be.. My last name is Avery, after all. They just.. Don't think for themselves enough. Slytherins, I mean. I think that's what separates us, mostly… well me at least, from them. I don't listen very well. But, disownment comes with it… Not everyone could handle the shame and such."

"So we're playing quidditch with a boy that has only ever said the word 'Bitch' to you?"

"No, we're playing quidditch with a boy who thinks my temper tantrums are cute and can keep up with my sense of humor. Plus Malfoy, whom I've never said a word to other than 'You have five seconds to get off of my cat's tail before I murder you."

"He stepped on Waffle's tail?"

Kyle nodded gravely.

"And he's still breathing?"

"It took a lot out of me, believe it."

Ginny sighed and kicked the wall, braiding her hair back and grabbing her broom.

"Well, now I'm excited. Let's kick some Slytheriny-ass, love."

The two Gryffindor girls received various glares from the members of their house as they trudged down the stairs and through the portrait hole.

"I thought I was going to start bleeding through the holes Ron was trying to create with his stink eye."

"My brother's an idiot. He can't help it."

Kyle just nodded in sympathy.

They made their way out to the pitch with their scarves wrapped tightly around their noses. Near the edge of the field stood Blaise and Draco talking quietly with one another, while a few feet away were separate mixtures of the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff who all turned to look at the approaching Gryffindors.

The two girls' stopped and stared.

"Well, this is a bit unexpected…"Kyle mumbled.

"You did yell it across the Great Hall…" chastised Ginny.

Kyle swung her broom over her shoulder and sauntered into the center of all of the student's.

"Are we playing or what?"

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