I was sleeping stomach-down as the sun peaked in through our dormitory window on Saturday morning, my arms under my pillow as I enjoyed the last moments of sleep before –
"Morning," cried Emily, and with little warning other than her words, she straddled my back. The pain shot through my back and most definitely woke me up. "Ready to win against Slytherin then? I want to be able to show face at the party this year."
Ah yes, there was that negative side of the party – although all in good fun, the losing house usually were rather paid out by the winners.
"Yeah, get up," urged Viv. "I don't think we can win if we have a missing Chaser."
"Viv," I mumbled groggily, "one of the most intimidating Slytherin is your boyfriend, I'm pretty sure they'll respect you either way."
I turned my head to face her to see that she was biting her lip in worry. Strange, because usually whenever we talked about Ethan there'd be a huge smile on her face.
"What's up?" I asked in concern, managing to turn my body to the side, so that Emily rolled off me (us Quidditch players sure have muscles).
"What? Oh nothing."
Viv busied herself with her trunk, as Emily chucked me some clothes.
"I don't even know if they match but I don't care because you'll be changing into your robes anyway," she said, dragging me to the showers. "Now hurry up, you'll be late."
Within ten minutes (because I am just that skilful), I was down at the Great Hall shoving scrambled eggs into my system.
"You're eating like Hugo," said Lucy in shock as she surveyed a letter from her father. "Dad wishes you two luck, by the way," she told Louis and I.
"Because Uncle Percy's luck is so going to help us win the game," muttered Louis.
"Shut up, Louis. I know you're nervous but stop being a twat," I managed through my food.
"And apparently so are you," added Rose. "You only ever eat like this when you're under stress. Breathe. "
I swallowed a bite of bacon and took a few exaggeratedly deep breaths, just to appease Rose's worries.
"And what, may I say, are you wearing?"
You'd think Emily could've at least looked at the clothes she'd given me to make sure they weren't a pair of jeans (which she'd insisted there was no time to grab a belt for) and an old bright pink t-shirt that clashed with my hair most brilliantly.
"I thought you chucked out that t-shirt," said Viv.
"Well, I was just never going to wear it, but apparently it got into my trunk somehow," I said. I honestly thought I had left it at home.
Nevertheless, it was a great relief to change into my Gryffindor robes, even though those damn butterflies were in my stomach. You're probably wondering why I was so nervous, considering this certainly wasn't my first Quidditch match. I suppose it had something to do with the fact we had lost so badly to Slytherin the previous year that it was embarrassing just thinking about it. The rest of the team seemed to be considering the same memories, apart from Timmy, who, having not played for his house last year, sat whistling in a corner until Ty snapped at him to be quiet.
"Okay guys," said Jenny, trying to compose herself. "Okay, okay."
"C'mon guys, why don't we just go out there and smash them?" cried Timmy. He picked up his broom and headed off for the pitch. "Are you guys coming?"
We looked around at each other and, in our lack of hope, shrugged. It wasn't like we had a choice.
We flew out to deafening cheers, in our pessimism believing they were all for our opposition. Corey and Jenny shook hands before Jenny flew back to the goalposts and Corey took his position amongst the Chasers.
"Three…two…one…GO!"
All six Chasers sprang forward as Louis and Corey both reached for the ball. Corey managed to knock it aside to another Slytherin Chaser who then sped off towards Jenny.
Exactly how it started last time, I couldn't help but think as I chased after the Quaffle. It was passed to Corey and, with sudden determination, I flew with him as he headed towards the hoops, before giving him a shove. The Quaffle dropped out of Corey's reach, only to be caught by Timmy, who raced off with it in the other direction. I headed after it without giving Corey a glance, and we put in the first goal, which went just past Xu's fingertips, to the loud cheers of the watching Gryffindor students.
We managed to put more and more goals past Xu, until the score was 140-20 to us. Though we were too complacent, as just as we scored our final goal, Heatherby, the Slytherin Seeker, went into a dive, closely followed by Claire. Both teams watched, transfixed at this one part of the match which everything was dependent on.
Claire had caught up to Heatherby. They were practically millimetres apart as they followed the Snitch as it weaved through the Slytherin goalposts.
I saw, out of the corner of my eye, Ty preparing to hit a Bludger their way.
"Don't!" I shouted. "They're too close, you'll hit Claire."
He nodded, acknowledging, before hitting the Bludger that was headed his way towards the ground.
The Seekers followed the Snitch along the ground, getting closer with every suspenseful second. They were so close to the ground you could practically see grass stains forming on their robes. And then, their hands were just millimetres from the Snitch. Just a little bit further…
The two Seekers closed their hands, but of course only one of them raised their fist in triumph. The Slytherin Seeker, I'm not quite sure of her name, swished back her black hair to loud cheers. Claire hopped off her broom, looking suitably defeated.
"Cheer up," I told her as I touched back down to the ground. "We only lost by 30 points, there are other matches and we're going to have a bit of a party tonight."
Claire gave me a wan smile before she headed back to the changing rooms alone.
"Give her some time," Jenny told Ty as he made to follow her.
Guess we'd arrive at the party as the losing team once again.
AN: I know what you're thinking: bacon and scrambled eggs? What is this, breakfast from a fast-food outlet? Butyeah. Also, I know, wtf, has this chick got no life whatsoever posting three chapters in two days, but they're all like "nothing" chapters I guess. But don't worry, they are necessary. Annddd, something actually happens in the next chapter (obviously, it's the chapter with the party (hinthint keep reading pleaassee? xD)) and, stuff not having subplots, they have like auto-formed in my mind so I have to put them in now. My characters don't really seem to have a character at the moment, especially Viv and Emily, but I'm working on it. I actually got distracted writing this chapter, reading my old fic Veela Diaries, and yet I wish it was this easy to write real stories. Grrgrrrgrr, I like the work JK Rowling created far too much, but I'm sure the consequences are worth it
And yeah you probably didn't read all that but, once again, have a Happy Easter!
