"NO! NO! Aly, get on the ground right now!"
Aly zoomed past me, holding the Quaffle in her head. She grinned, saluted me, and then zipped off in the other direction.
I zipped up my windbreaker, fuming. All me and Hayden wanted to do was watch Aly try out, but now's she's being a troublemaker! We were in the Quidditch stadium.
I looked over the side curiously and gasped. Professor McGonagall was walking out onto the field angrily.
"ALY!" Hayden shouted frantically as we started racing down to the field. "GET OFF, NOW!"
Breathing hard, me and Hayden raced down the long flight of stairs.
"Can she just get off the broom?" I muttered angrily. "That girl is something else."
We jumped the last two stairs and started sprinting across the field to where McGonagall was, and Aly was landing slowly. Oh, crap.
We approached the group of people as Aly landed on the ground. I collapsed on the ground, heaving, and glared up at Aly. She bent down to my level and grinned at me cockily. "Are you alright?" she laughed.
I reached over and shoved her forehead lightly, but if was enough to knock her off balance and she fell over onto the grass.
I started laughing, but my moment of pleasure was cut short when McGonagall stomped over to us angrily.
I gulped. "Hello, Professor."
"Ms. Trevelyan, what were you doing and why?" the professor snapped, not even looking at me.
"Um...flying," Aly replied uncertainly.
"Why?"
"Because I was bored."
Audibly, I smacked my hand to my forehead.
McGonagall motioned to a boy behind her. He strode through the crowd. He looked fifteen, and had blond hair and brown eyes. A few girls swooned. Ha. Just wait til they get a load of me!
"Oliver Wood, this is your Chaser, I'm sure of it," McGonagall said. Wood looked Aly over.
"Meet me outside," he said in a thick Scottish accent (causing more swooning). "At five."
Aly dripped water, soaking up the carpet. I put my Transfiguration book down and stared up at her casually. I blinked. "You are something else." We were in the common room that same stormy evening, in front of the fire after eating a fabulous dinner.
Aly merely grinned and tossed her hair, splashing my face with water. "HEY!"
She laughed. "I got the position!"
"Really?" Amanda said happily. "Good for you."
"Good job, Aly," Hayden added, looking up from his Potions book.
I looked at Damien, who stared at the fire without saying a word. "Idiot," I said, loud enough for him to hear.
Damien looked over at us, pursing his lips. "Yes. Well done."
"You're so insensitive," Aly snapped. "I'll be upstairs changing my clothes before I get a cold."
She walked upstairs, sopping and squishing the whole way.
Amanda looked at Damien. "You're such an idiot."
"Leave me alone!" Damien snapped, his gray eyes stormy. "If you want to yell at someone, yell at Char! He's the one that put me in this snappy mood."
Amanda looked at me curiously. I rolled my eyes. "He just likes to blame me for stuff."
"I do n-"
"Alright!" I said angrily. "I'm sorry for pissing you off. There! Now would you stop acting like an idiot?"
Damien pursed his lips again and stared at the fire. "Fine."
I looked at the grandfather clock, sighing. "Alright, time for potions."
As I stared into Professor Snape's eyes, they reflected nothingness. Empty, black, fathomless space. Kind of like the walk down here. No light, no happiness...
"Where is your book?" Snape snapped, looking at Damien.
"I-I think I left it in the Great Hall," Damien squeaked. Aly looked at me sympathetically and I shrugged.
"Five points!" Snape practically laughed, "From Gryffindor."
Damien made motion to stand up when Snape turned his back, but Hayden and I shoved him down. "Do not give him an excuse to take fifty points away!" I hissed.
Damien crossed his arms and looked away. "I'll take it, if I can get a good kick to his head."
"Detention, Mr. Boyle!"
We both groaned. "Which Boyle?" I asked timidly.
"The stupid one."
Aly and I dropped our mouths in sync. "Professor, that's rude!"
"Detention for the stupid girl, who doesn't who when to shut her mouth!" Snape said merrily.
"Aly is not stupid!" Hayden and I protested in unison.
Snape whirled around, his dark eyes glinted. "Detention...for all five of you."
I fumed, turning my head, when I saw a stack of knifes on Snape's wooden table. I looked at his unprotected back, grinning evilly.
I sighed and relaxed. Maybe another day. But you always have to remember that knife...
