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"Narcissa."
The following evening, I'm interrupted from my reading -(Tarmac and Vance already have detention)-by a smooth, deep, arrogant voice. I look up into the steely grey eyes of Lucius Malfoy. He seems a bit put-off.
"Evening Lucius." I drawl.
"Listen, I know Evan got quidditch captain. So would you tell him to cut it out with the games? I know he's dying to announce it to the entire school and rub it in my face, so could he just get it over with?" Lucius mutters irritably, looking me right in the eye.
Hold up.
"Lucius, Evan isn't quidditch captain. We thought you were." I say slowly.
"What do you mean? I'm definitely not quidditch captain." He replies.
"Well, neither is Evan. He's been waiting for you to start taunting him about it, actually."
"But, who else could it be? It was between Evan and I. We're the oldest, and the best!" His chest puffs up a bit as he says this.
"I don't understand. Choosing anyone else is just mad! Why hasn't anyone mentioned being named quidditch captain by now?" I wonder aloud.
"Nars!" The familiar voice of Tarmac -back from his detention- echoes through the Slytherin common room. Lucius and I look up in unison.
"Where's Evan?" Vance asks.
I take notice of an official looking scroll and a small package, wrapped together in scarlet ribbon in Vance's hand.
"What've you got there, Vance?" I ask. Lucius looks on in curiosity.
"Dunno. It's for Evan whatever it is, from Dumbledore." Vance replies.
As though on queue, the stone door slides open and Evan Rosier enters the room.
"Oi! Evan! Over here!" Tarmac says. Evan looks at us, and notices Lucius beside me.
"Oh, get over it and come here, you oaf!" I say.
"What are you doing with him?" Evan growls, glaring at Lucius. The tall blond is about to reply, but I cut him off-
"Never you mind. I'll have you know that neither of you have been named quidditch captain, so you can forget this stupid rivalry, you both lose."
"Wha- neither of us? But he-" Evan sputters.
"Lucius never got the title either, Evan. We don't know who did."
"Evan! You got a package from Dumbledore!" Tarmac cuts in.
"Dumbledore? What for?" Evan asks.
"Open it!" Tarmac says excitedly.
Evan pulls on the scarlet ribbon and the letter unravels. The small, wrapped package drops into his large hand, calloused from years of gripping a broom. He hands it to Vance, not trusting it near Tarmac. Evan scans the letter quickly with his eyes.
"What does it say?" I ask.
"It says I'm"-
"QUIDDITCH CAPTAIN!" Tarmac yells.
Vance, overcome by curiosity, has opened the wrapping of the package. He and Tarmac are staring excitedly at the contents. A gleaming, silver badge with an ornate "C" on it lay shining in Vance's palm.
"Let me see that!" Evan says excitedly, snatching his badge from Vance. By now, a small crowd has formed around us.
"I'm still lost, Evan." I say impatiently, waiting for my cousin to explain.
"The letter says that the owl delivering the badge was attacked and the badge and letter were stolen! It took awhile to realize that the delivering hadn't been made, but Dumbledore's put it right now, and the badge was originally mine! The school owl that delivered my book list did look a little frazzled, come to think of it." Evan says, staring, wide-eyed, at his new badge.
"Ooh, Evan, can I see your badge?"
"Can I touch it?" Petina Knack and Miranda Gies, two seventh year girls, are batting their eyes at Evan, trying to get as close as they can to Slytherin's new quidditch captain. Within minutes, Evan has been drug across the room, into the chair by the fire where Andromeda used to sit. Someone has pinned his new badge to his chest, and a group of girls are arguing silently over who gets to give Evan a shoulder massage.
It seems as though all the boys from sixth and seventh year have crammed into the sofas around Evan, all wanting a spot on the team. The fifth years, Carlile Selwyn and Russell Parkinson, are sitting on the floor near Evan's feet.
I look over at Lucius. He looks like he's been hit by a bludger.
I think we've found the new leader of Slytherin House.
"Yes, Narcissa, I do insist. You being my right-hand during quidditch tryouts will greatly help your reputation in our house."
Evan has persuaded me to sit with him during quidditch tryouts.
"That blood-traitor has tarnished the way people view you. We have to work to build our family back up to it's former glory. By next year, no on will question your loyalty." Evan says.
Ah yes, next year, after you've graduated. Then it's okay for me to be back on top where I belong? Thanks cousin!
Oh well. We are Slytherins. I'll take all the help I can get.
"This'll help secure you your spot back in our little society. Trust me, cousin." Evan finishes as we reach the quidditch pitch.
My roommates are already in the stands. Their angry glares pierce me when they see me strut onto the pitch next to Evan.
Jealousy at it's finest.
Many other Slytherins are present, even Recto Jugson has shown up. Everyone hates Jugson, and Jugson hates everyone. Oh well.
The players are already on the pitch, and all eyes are on Evan and I.
"WHO STOLE MY BROOM?" A deep voice thunders from the far end of the pitch.
Lucius looks livid; his blond almost shoulder-length hair flowing slightly in the breeze.
"Problem, Malfoy?" Evan says mockingly.
"Damn right there is. Someone nicked my broom! And don't act like you had nothing to do with it!" Lucius says coldly.
"Accusing the captain of stealing your broom? Smart move, mate. If you're a half decent quidditch player, a broom won't matter much. There's plenty of school brooms, if you think you can handle it. Now if you'll excuse me, I have tryouts to conduct." Evan smiles maliciously.
Wait, someone stole Lucius' broom? Why does he think it's Evan? That's mental!
"Narcissa! Come on! We have to get off the field!" Evan calls, bringing me out of my thoughts.
I forget about Lucius and follow my cousin to our seats on the side of the pitch.