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And much boredom-

Means that I'm posting another chapter.

Here's 11.

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I decide to skip breakfast in the morning, and highly debate skipping the Quidditch game as well, but decide that I should be cheering Harry on in his first game. And I'm still friends with George and Oliver at least.

I join Harry, Neville and Ron in the Gryffindor section at the Quidditch pitch at about 11:00.

"How'd you sleep?" Hermione quietly asks me.

"Not," I reply shortly.

She doesn't have time to say anything else before Madam Hooch, the Quidditch instructor and referee, blows her whistle.

Immediately, Gryffindor takes position of the Quaffle and I can hear Fred and George's friends Lee commentating the game above the noise of the crowds.

Gryffindor is the first to score and the cheers of the Gryffindor fans are almost matched by the cheers of Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw who both wasn't Slytherin to lose as well. Hagrid joins us in the stands, I look away from the game quickly to say hi to him, and then bring my eyes back to watching Harry circle the pitch from above.

Suddenly, Harry dives downward, having seen the Snitch. The Slytherin captain blocks Harry and sends him off course, desperately holding on to his broom.

Attention is focused on the Slytherin side as the Snitch disappeared and Slytherin scored, but I was keeping an eye on Harry.

"Guys," I state. "Look at Harry's broom."

His broom was definitely behaving oddly. It was jerking him in different directions and heights. It seemed as if Harry had no control of it anymore.

"Only dark magic can interfere with a broom like that," Hagrid states, his voice shaking.

I can't help noticing Ron look to me quickly, but ignore it, my eyes on Harry.

Suddenly, Hermione grabs the binoculars that Hagrid had brought with him. "I knew it!" She states, handing them to Ron. "Look at Snape."

When Ron is done I instantly grabbed them from his to see what she was going on about. Looking at Snape, there is no doubt he was doing something. His eyes were glued on Harry and he was muttering, very possibly jinxing the broom Harry was on.

I bring the binoculars down slowly in disdain, just as Hermione runs from the stands in attempt to help Harry. From where I sit I see her run head first into Quirrell and then set fire to the bottom of Snape's robes.

I look up to the sky, and sure enough, Harry's brook was working properly. "Fuck," I mutter. Harry suddenly sped downward and stopped on the grass, putting his hands in front of his face. The school watched as he coughed out the Snitch, he must have swallowed it while his brook was misbehaving. Gryffindor had won 170 to 60. Having seen the end of the game, I don't stick around for celebrations. Without saying anything to Ron or Hagrid I run from the pitch up to the deserted common room.

I'm sitting on the couch staring into the fire when the common room begins to fill up once more.

"Taylor?"

I look towards the portrait hole to see Hermione walking towards me. "Hey," I say, standing up.

"Are you okay?" She asks me.

"Sure," I reply, as the portrait hole opens to reveal scattered members of Gryffindor and the Quidditch team. Oliver sees me and runs over to me, engulfing me in a hug and spinning me around.

"Didn't you watch?" He asks, excitedly, grinning.

I smile at him, "Of course I did. I just came back here when Harry caught the Snitch."

He continues grinning. "We only won one game last year, and to win the first game against Slytherin-"

I hug him once more. "You guys will be great this year."

As I pull away I can see Hermione looking at me. "Do you know Oliver?" I ask.

Oliver holds out his hand and introduces himself to her.

"Taylor," Hermione states when Oliver goes up stairs to change out of his Quidditch robes. "I came up here to tell you that me, Harry and Ron are going down to Hagrid's to talk about what happened at the game."

"I think I'll stay here," I state, taking a seat on the couch and looking back into the fire. "I don't really feel like talking about it."

She hugs me quickly and exits the common room, leaving me to fend for myself.

"Where's Harry?" George's voice asks from my right, making me jump.

He sits down beside me. "Hagrids," I reply. "Where's Fred?"

George smiles at this question. "Most likely avoiding you."

"Makes sense."

"What happened between you two?" He asks me.

"You mean he didn't tell you?"

George shakes his head. "We may be twins, but contrary to popular belief, we do not tell each other everything."

"We kissed," I state, shortly.

"So?" George asks, looking confused. "What's so bad about tha-Oh. You're his first kiss, aren't you?"

I don't reply and George starts laughing. "What a prat he can be. I'll talk to him tonight, okay?"

"You don't have to."

"Hey," George says. "You and I are friends right?"

I shrug and he turns my face to look at him. "We are, Tay. Don't worry about Fred, I'll talk to him."

"Thanks George."

"What are friends for?" He asks with a smirk.

I shake my head at him and realize how loud the common room has gotten. The celebrations over winning the first match of the season include a lot of food and music.

"I think I'm going to go for a walk, George. I'm not rally in the celebrating mood."

"Are you okay?" He asks me. "Do you want me to go with you?"

I stand up and shake my head. "No, I really just want to be alone right now. Enjoy the party."

He looks at me oddly but shrugs. "See you later then?"

"Sure, I have detention after dinner though." I reply and walk out of the common room.

I sigh as the noise from the party is muffled by the covered portrait hole. I turn left and begin walking the long way through the castle to the astronomy tower. Getting there, I sit on the floor with my back up against the stone wall. Reaching inside of my robe, I find the parchment and pen I had placed in there earlier and begin a note to Remus.

About 15 minutes in the tower is enough to get me cold, so ignoring what Snape told me about wandless magic, I conjure a small fire beside me and continue writing. I am deeply engrossed in what I am writing and do not hear the footsteps of someone approaching me until they are in the tower as well.

I look up to see Snape staring at me. I glare at him and look back down at my parchment.

"Miss Black."

I say nothing but continue to ignore him.

"When a professor addresses you, you are to respond, do I make myself clear, Black?"

I raise my eyes to meet his and see that here is more confusion than anger in them. "Whatever you say, sir."

He sits down beside me and I quickly flip my letter over so he cannot read any of it. "What are you doing here?" He asks me as his voice softens.

"Writing a letter," I reply. "Sir."

He sits there in silence for a minute or two, watching the fire beside me, and then turns to me. "Are you upset that I yelled at you?"

I don't replay, and seemingly he takes that as a yes. "A student had spilled a potion on me and I was in pain."

I extinguish the fire I had made with my hand and I stand up, not looking at Snape, but the doorway. "I may be a student, sir, but I am still a person." I walk to the doorway and pause before leaving. "I do not appreciate being lied to anymore than you do."

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