The first day of classes started today. Brittany's first subject was Potions. She had heard many scary things about the teacher, Professor Sylvester, so she woke up early to make sure she would be on time. Brittany also spent some time last night to read the first chapter on the sixth year's Potions textbook.
Brittany and her friends arrived too early in the dungeons, where the class would be taught. Surprisingly, there were Pentagon students who were earlier than them. Brittany spotted Santana among them, and Santana seemed to spot her as well.
Before Brittany could find a seat, Santana got up from her chair and walked towards her.
"Look who is here. It's Courtney 2.0," Santana started.
Not again. Brittany thought. But before she responded, Santana continued to speak.
"I didn't have a chance to introduce myself to you properly."
Brittany did not sure what Santana was trying to do or why she would want to introduce herself to someone from the rival house. In the end, Brittany decided to play nice.
"You're Santana, right? I'm Brittany. Nice to meet you," Brittany spoke and offered her hand.
Santana did not take her hand. Instead, she crossed her arms.
"Not what I have in mind, Pierce. Yes, I know your last name. Because last semester, your cousin put gum in my hair. A Weasley's Wizard Wheezes' gum, I might add. I almost had to shave my head," Santana stepped closer before she uttered another sentence slowly. "And I still haven't got my revenge on."
"Come on, Santana. Leave Brittany alone," Mercedes said and stepped beside Brittany.
"Nobody's talking to you, Weezy," Santana snapped at Mercedes.
Brittany felt bad that Mercedes had to be snapped at because of her. She quickly drew Santana's attention back to her.
"Look, I'm sorry for what Courtney has done to you. But I'm not her, okay? We don't have to be enemies," Brittany took that moment to truly look into Santana's eyes to convey her sincerity.
It was the first time Brittany saw Santana's eyes up close. She was mesmerized by the two black pools in front of her, which shimmered occasionally by the light in the room.
Wow, they're super dark. It's like you can get lost in there… or swim in there.
"Your eyes are so black," Brittany said out loud.
The moment did not last long because Santana quickly looked away.
Santana cleared her throat. "Fine. You don't wanna be enemies, right? Just make sure to stay out of my way," she replied and walked back to her seat.
Brittany realized that they would probably never be friends. She was sad by the fact, but she told herself it could have been worse.
Professor Sylvester walked in the classroom. The woman looked very tall up close. Her long black coat trailed after her elegantly. Brittany found her very intimidating, and very more so when she spoke.
"Good morning, losers. It's necessary that you know I'm definitely not happy the semester started again. Turn to page 47."
Even though Professor Sylvester was not nice, Brittany found herself and every student paid attention to her lessons. She guessed everyone was doing it out of fear.
Professor Sylvester started asking questions. Brittany saw both White House and Pentagon students raised their hand. However, the teacher mostly seemed to pick only Pentagon students to answer.
"What common antidote does not work on Basilisk venom?"
Brittany knew the answer, so she raised her hand. She saw Santana did the same.
"That black stone thing," Santana answered before the teacher even picked her.
It was not exactly the right answer, so Brittany spoke out before the Professor called her name as well.
"It's a bezoar, Professor."
"Sorry, new girl. I don't care what your name is. Santana answered first. Ten points to Pentagon," Professor Sylvester said casually.
Brittany pouted. She looked to her far right and saw Santana smirked at her.
The similar things seemed to go on and on in class. Finally, the White House students stopped raising their hand altogether.
The class ended, but Brittany was still upset by the way Professor Sylvester treated her and her housemates.
"How could she do that?" Brittany asked her friends on their way to the Great Hall.
"She's always like this. You'll get used to it," Kurt told her.
Brittany saw Finn jogged towards them. He kissed Rachel and turned to her.
"Hey, Brittany. Did you decide about trying out for our quidditch team?"
"Oh, I don't know. Maybe there are other people who can play better than me," Brittany replied humbly.
"Actually, there are only a few people who want to try out," Finn told her.
"Come on, Brittany. It will be fun. Also, since you don't have to be a Prefect, maybe you might want to find some other activities to do, right?" Rachel pointed out.
Brittany agreed with her. "All right. I'll try out. But I don't have a broom, though."
"That wouldn't be a problem. You can use mine!" a voice spoke up loudly.
Brittany turned around to see Sugar behind her. She did not know how long Sugar had been standing there.
Sugar continued. "I have the latest, most upgraded version of Icebolt. I flew with it a few times, but I got bored. "
"You would lend me your Icebolt? That's super nice of you, Sugar," Brittany thanked her.
"No. I'll give it to you. It's a gift for my favorite new friend," Sugar told her and giggled.
"Thanks so much, Sugar," Brittany hugged her because she knew how much Sugar loved hugging.
After they hugged, Sugar took out her wand. "Accio Icebolt."
A broom with dark wood and bright blue end flew out of nowhere into Sugar's hand.
"I didn't have to say 'accio my Icebolt' because it's the only Icebolt here, you know?" Sugar bragged and gave Brittany her broom.
The broom fit in Brittany's palm like it belonged to her. She saw Kurt rolled his eyes at Sugar, but he did not say anything. She turned to see Finn's eyes went wide.
"Oh my God. If you're chosen to be the new Seeker, this broom is going to help our team a lot, Brittany. It's currently the fastest broom in the world," Finn said while his eyes were still on the broom.
"That would be cool. I just hope I'm even chosen," Brittany replied.
"You'll never know till you try. See you tomorrow at the pitch," Finn told her and walked away.
Today was quite cloudy. It made Brittany more nervous about the try-out. Brittany changed into White House's quidditch gear and joined the team and other candidates, which were Artie Abrams and Sam Evans. Both of them were in fifth year.
Brittany saw her friends and some White House students came to support them.
Finn told them to get on their brooms. Brittany was amazed how Artie, who was usually in a wheelchair, could easily get on his broom and balanced himself. He was also small, which would make him a fast Seeker.
As for Sam, she found him very athletic. Brittany had a feeling that it would be very hard to beat the two of them.
"Okay. Let's gather around," Finn started. "The rule is easy. You might think a Seeker has to be fast. That's important, too. But the only one job you need to do is finding and catching the snitch before the other team. Who catches the snitch first will be our new Seeker."
Brittany listened to every word he said. Her legs hugged around her broom tightly.
"Are you ready?" Finn asked the three candidates.
Everyone nodded.
He brought out the golden snitch and threw it up. "Go!"
When Brittany and other two candidates kicked themselves off the ground, the snitch was already out of their sight.
Brittany saw Sam and Artie went to opposite directions, so she decided to fly up vertically. It took seconds for her to be on top of the pitch. Brittany inhaled deeply. She loved the fresh morning air and how it was quiet up here.
She narrowed her eyes in hoping to catch a gold glimpse of the snitch that might reflect by sunlight. But the clouds slowly made their way to cover the sun.
How am I gonna find it now?
The girl looked down and saw Sam suddenly sped up his broom and went under the West stand. Brittany quickly followed him. Artie seemed to notice him as well because he was also heading to the same direction.
The two of them arrived just in time to see the snitch went out at the end of the stand and Sam was sitting on the ground. His hand was on his forehead. His broom lied uselessly a few feet away from him.
Brittany saw Artie quickly pursued the snitch. Before she did the same, she noticed that Sam was bleeding.
"Woah, Sam. You're bleeding," Brittany got off the broom and told him.
"Yeah, I knocked my head. I'll just walk back to Finn now."
"You should stay down. I'll go get help."
"It's okay. You should go after the snitch. Artie is already ahead of you," Sam told her.
"I'll go get help," Brittany said firmly.
She got on her broom and flew out to Finn.
"Finn, Sam is hurt. He's under the West stand," Brittany barely stopped when she told Finn.
She looked for Artie and found him flying around in circle. It seemed like he lost the sight of the snitch again.
The clouds now completely covered the sun, which made it harder for them to look for the snitch.
Come on, snitchy. Show yourself.
Brittany flew to the top of the arena again. When the light dimmed down, everything seemed to be even quieter.
Quiet. Yes. Brittany thought and closed her eyes.
She registered each sound one by one. That's the wind. That's the birds singing. And that's…
She heard a flutter sound from somewhere on her down left. It was sharper and more frequent than the sound of birds' wings. It was the sound that could be caused by only one thing.
That's snitchy.
Brittany, with her eyes closed, slowly made her way to the sound. She did not want to speed up because she could hear better this way. When the sound was close enough, she opened her eyes.
The golden snitch was right in front of her. Brittany smiled and easily wrapped her right hand around it.
She flew back to Finn and was welcomed by the sound of her housemates cheering and clapping.
"That was a great tactic, Brittany. Welcome to the team," Finn patted on her back a little too hard, but Brittany did not mind.
Artie flew back as well and congratulated her. Brittany saw a boy standing up among the crowd. It was Sam with a white bandage on his head.
"And might I add, when I knocked my head under the stand, Brittany stopped to make sure I was okay. Let's clap for her again!" Sam told everyone.
The crowd clapped loudly and some of them even chanted her name.
Brittany blushed and grinned from ear to ear. She bowed her head down.
I think I'm gonna like it here.
Brittany changed into her casual clothes and reunited with her friends.
When they were walking out of the quidditch pitch, they were greeted by the sight of Santana, Quinn and two muscular Pentagon boys.
"Wow. I just wanna see who my Beaters, Puck and Dave here, have to beat this year. I can't believe it's you," Santana spoke with her arms crossed.
Brittany looked at her and at the two boys. One of the boys had a mohawk and seemed grumpy. The other boy was taller and bigger. He seemed grumpy as well. Brittany thought he almost looked like a bear.
"So, I guess you play quidditch, too?" Brittany asked Santana.
"Yes, and I'm a Seeker, which is why you are in my way."
Brittany stepped aside and spoke casually. "I'm not blocking your way now."
Santana frowned her brows. She seemed to be confused by this gesture. Brittany saw Quinn trying her best to suppress her laugh.
"Brittany, you're so funny. I like you." Quinn told her sincerely.
"Thanks. But I'm not sure why you think that." Brittany replied.
"Well,…" Quinn started.
"Shut up, Quinn. If you wanna have a girls chat with her, do it when I'm not around," Santana told her best friend and then turned to Brittany.
"You know what? I don't think you're gonna be a problem after all. Because one, you became a Seeker by beating a disabled boy and Sammy Trouty Mouth, who is basically a sea animal. And two, you used a cheat broom," Santana spoke and looked at the Icebolt in Brittany's hand.
"Isn't your broom Nimbus Roxket, which is the second fastest broom in the world?" Rachel chimed in.
"I wasn't talking to you, Berry," Santana snapped at Rachel. "Anyway, adios."
Santana and her friends walked past them into the quidditch pitch. She purposely bumped her shoulder into Brittany's.
Brittany's eyes followed her. She could not help but think about all the things Santana had said and done to her in these few days. Maybe she's actually horrible like everyone said. And maybe I'm not really a good Seeker.
Brittany's emotion must have showed on her face, because Kurt spoke up.
"Come on, Britt. Don't think too much of what she said. You deserve to be our Seeker."
"Yes, I agree with Kurt. Now let's go to our dorm to celebrate," Mercedes wrapped her arm around Brittany's and led the way.
A/N: Sorry to keep you waiting. Midterm exam is a bitch.
Hope you enjoy this chapter. :)