Ten
Because it was barely six o clock, Faith was the only person seated at the Gryffindor table. There were a handful of Hufflepuffs, and no Slytherins or Ravenclaws. Professors Dumbledore, McGonagall, Snape and Flitwick were seated at the teachers table. All of them smiled at Faith as she looked up, except Professor Snape. She sat at the table and poured herself a cup of pumpkin juice, feeling her insides writhe up in nervousness. At least they weren't playing Slytherin. That hasn't been a pleasant match- Harry beating Draco with ease, then continuing to taunt him about it.
By the time she had finished her drink, the rest of the team had arrived, and the hall was considerably busier. "Ready Faith?" Asked the captain, Angelina. "Aren't you eating anything?"
Faith shook her head. "Too nervous," she said. Angelina scowled. She needed her players to be on top form. To distract her however, Poppy came bounding in, a huge grin on her face. "You didn't come in last night!" She cried gleefully. "You've been up all night with Draco!"
There were many reactions to this. Faith blushed so deeply her pale face almost had colour for a second. Harry knocked over his juice and spluttered his bacon all over his plate. Angelina scowled so ferociously at Faith she thought she may shrivel up and she spat harshly. "Nice one, Faith. I'm sure we'll play brilliantly with a pathetic little girl who's been at it all night with a Slytherin." With that, she swept out of the hall with the rest of the team.
Faith looked close to tears. Ron and Hermione walked in that moment, Hermione going to sit with twins, and Ron went straight to Harry, not acknowledging Faith at all. Harry started whispering loudly about breakfasts events. Ron's eyes widened and he stood up to walk towards Faith, just as Draco was walking into the hall. "He's a Slytherin, Faith,' he said, his face contorting strangely. "His dad is a death eater, and he's a Slytherin. What is wrong with you, to make you do that?"
Faith was upset, but angry. She stood up. "I can do what I like," she started.
"No, no, you can't!" Ron bellowed.
"Yes I can," Faith shouted back. "Why is it such a big deal?"
Before anybody could stop him, Ron had swung a strong punch at Faith's face, and he now swung again for her stomach. Quite a few girls at the Gryffindor table were screaming.
Professor McGonagall was walking speedily towards the scene, but Draco was getting there faster. Draco smacked Ron in the face, once, twice, three times before Professor McGonagall got there. "You two, my office, now." She barked. "You, Faith are you okay? Yes? Well, get to Quidditch then. You too Potter."
Angelina wished the team luck without even looking Faith in the eye. She felt very miserable as she walked onto the pitch. She just hoped Draco hadn't gotten into too much trouble. Within seconds of being in the air, she spotted Draco's pale hair in the Slytherin end. She also spotted Ron's red hair, and she noticed with happiness he looked rather worse for wear. A minute later, she felt sickened with herself.
Faith had scored six goals in the first half hour, and helped with many more. The score was 160-20, to Gryffindor, of course. Faith felt tired. She wished Harry would just catch the Snitch. Then, suddenly, she felt her broomstick jerk. Before she even had a chance to wonder if she imagined it, she felt it again. Definitely. She started to fly down- with difficulty- to try and get off, but Alicia thought she was flying into space, and threw the Quaffle at her. Luckily, Faith caught it, and taking a deep breath, she began to fly towards the hoop. Her broom was jerking madly. She couldn't understand what was going on, she'd ridden it hundreds of times since Christmas, it was fine. "Faith, what are you doing?" Angelina shouted as Faith darted zig-zagedly past her. Faith threw the ball at the hoop, knowing it wouldn't go in. It didn't.
Alicia zoomed up to her. "Faith, your broom seems kind of, odd. Do you want me to stop the game?" Faith shook her head. She couldn't make the team hate her even more. Alicia looked worried. "Okay. Just don't get hurt."
Another ten minutes in, it was getting worse. Faith hadn't done anything for the team, and she knew she was for it later. Her broom was flying almost loop the loops, up and down, zig zags. How had only Alicia noticed? Angelina was flying to the hoop, but threw the ball sideways to Faith instead. It hit Faith's broom handle, sending it flying off course the loop the loop she was doing. Faith slipped sideways. It only took a gust of wind to blow her small figure over. She flew off the broom into the fairly strong wind. She didn't even realise she was falling until she hit the floor.
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