A/N-Here's back to Alex.
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I was nervous. I was definitely nervous. I was squirming in my seat, waiting to be called. My whole team was sprawled across the locker room, every face a mask of blankness. Even mine was set in the same way.
I clutched my broom tightly, feeling the wood in the tips of my fingers, for the sleek Quidditch gloves were in the way. I was nervous. Didn't I say that already?
We were going against Gryffindor. Whopee. Can you see the sarcasm of my enthusiasm? Good.
It wasn't that I was afraid of Quidditch, please, I could play Quidditch with my eyes closed. It was just that, I've grown to like these Gryffindors, the ones I know anyway. Black and I had come on speaking terms and even Potter was looking less cruel now. Friendship was definitely starting to form.
And Lily, she was the best. She was now my little protegee at dancing. I took it up ages ago, and I've been training since I was nine. I taught her. Every evening, we would go into one of the unused classrooms and train there. I asked Dumbledore to allow me.
Fencing was my other solace. It contained my anger and hatred.
Philip Cadence was the commentator, and he was from Hufflepuff. His voice echoed into the room:
"Here's your Slytherin team!"
As we filed out in a single line, we heard deafening cheers invade our ears. Of course, it was a known fact that no one wanted Slytherin to win, but now, it seemed like there was a fair distribution of green and silver, and red and gold. Most girls from Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw were clad in red or gold, with banners declaring love for Black or Potter.
The Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw boys looked dashing in green and silver. What had them coming to side with us?
"Captain and Chaser is Miggy Flint, probably the brainiest captain Slytherin has ever had. Next are the Chasers: Alexandra Hernandez, my what a pretty sight she is. Those brutes aren't worhty to stand it her presence. Sorry Professor. Demetri Anderson, always competent. Now the Beaters! Cygnus Gremius with that bat looking extra threatening! And Evan Rosier, my, he's a big fellow isn't he? Their Keeper ahh...Lance Jadeson. Has he gotten bigger than humanly possible? It looks like he wants to kill me for stealing his girlfriend. Relax, dude! Last of course, is their Seeker, Regulus Black. This will be interesting how the two brothers would interact and kill each other eh? All right, all right, sorry Professor...geez. Sorry Professor!"
I laughed at his commentating. This Philip guy was funny.
"Now, you're Gryffindor team!"
The rambles of screams and cries and shrieks and boos were defeaning. I almost lifted my palms to my ears.
"Your captain and Chaser, the one, the only, the legendary James Potter! His right hand man and playing Beater is Sirius Black. Oh, I think I'm going to be deaf with these girls screaming in my ears. The other Beater, Guy Hudder. Hey Guy, what's it like to live with that name? Kidding, kidding. The other Chasers! Ellen Rosafelt, youngest player in this game. The other one Harold Rupper, great friend that one. Their Keeper, the quietest person I know! Jae Lamens! Lastly, their Seeker, the girliest person I know, Stella Jimney!"
The whistle sounded and the two captains walked toward the center of the Pitch. Their faces were both blank. Keeping to the Gryffindor-Slytherin rivalry, they both crushed each others' hands before letting go. Of course, the rivalry still applied to everyone else in my House. I kept forgetting that we weren't at peace with each other.
Miggy walked to me and muttered, "Don't let your teammates down by getting soft because you're playing against your blood-traitor friends."
"I won't let my emotions get in the way," I told him with certainty. "That was the first thing you taught us. I still have the yellowish bruises to prove that training day." I lifted the sleeve of my arm. He flinched in response.
Another whistle and we straddled our brooms and I closed my eyes and rearranged myself into something that would be a mask of cool. No emotions, just my roaming eyes.
I was at the center, the one who was relied on to get the Quaffle. I loved being the center, more action involved. I looked at the opposing team, seeing faceless human beings, no male or female, just a human being without a face.
The next whistle, and we were up in the air, with the young Madame Hooch in between me and Potter. She shot the ball into the air and I lunged for it, taking it with the tips of my fingers before Potter could steal it away from me. I felt his hands grab the ball over my hold. I yanked it out of his reach before speeding toward the goalposts.
"The loveliest player on the Slytherin Team, Alex, caught the Quaffle and is now speeding away, oh look, she passed it to Flint. And...Flint...Flint is going for the goal! Can Lamens take it? AHHH...ahh..apparantely not. Score is ten-zero."
I glanced at Miggy and gave him a wide grin, a haughty, arrogant one. A bludger came hurtling at me next.
"That little bugger is tailing her like it likes her! Here comes Rosier to the rescue, and hits the ball away from her and hits Jimney. Ooo...that'll hurt even more in the morning. Potter has the Quaffle and dodges everyone. It looks like he's in this to score himself. He fakes left and really goes left! Ten-ten is now the score!"
Fifteen minutes later. I got hit by a bloody bludger aimed by Black. I cursed at him under my breath as I scored a goal, and raced past everyone to steal the QUaffle back from Potter, since I was the only one who had a broom fast enough.
The score was eighty-fifty by fifteen minutes, with Slytherin in the lead. Potter soon recognized that Flint wasn't the prized Chaser because he was captain, because their prized Chaser was kept a secret until now. Black and Hudder took turns trying to bring Miggy and me down. Demetri being the silent phantom who I passed the Quaffle to before he helped me with his assist by passing it back to me.
The game was bloody, in those short fifteen minutes. Gryffindor lost a Chaser because Cygnus didn't enjoy how smug Harold Rupper looked when they scored their third goal. Regulus was waiting for the signal from Miggy to starting feigning, so that Stella Jimney would follow, and hopefully, crash to the ground.
"Rosafelt with the Quaffle, dear, dear. How tiny she looks next to all these blokes and two other ladies. OH! Flint got it from her somehow, didn't see though, and she's dangling on her broom for dear life. Flint passes it to Anderson who speeds up and passes it to Hernandez. Watch out! Gremius was able to divert the Bludger away from her again. I swear he's her new bodyguard in this game. Looks like Black's got it in for her. I heard they were actually childhood sweethearts, can you believe--?"
"Cadence! I will take away that microphone from you if you don't get back to the game!"
"Sorry Professor. Anyway...moving on. I really don't get how you can even aim a Bludger at that girl and ruin that beautiful--"
"Cadence!"
"Right. Er...where was I? Oh yeah, Hernandez was able to keep a hold of the Quaffle and..and...Lamens saves it. Quaffle now thrown to Potter..."
I was getting angry at this Lamens and gave Miggy a furious look, wanting Regulus to start feigning now so that the distraction won't foul me for what I was about to do.
Miggy nodded and raised a brow to Regulus, and getting the message, Regulus started circling the Pitch before zooming faster and speeding up and then going down. Jimney followed, the idiot. A foot from the ground and Regulus pulled the broom from the ground, his feet inches from it, while unfortunate Stella got a first taste of the ground. She rolled off her broom and didn't open her eyes.
While THAT distraction was going along, I took Cygnus' bat and hit the Bludger that was going for me towards Lamens. Lamens, who was watching with the rest of the crowd, crumpled on the spot and circled around the hoop as he fell gracefully down. Black saw me do it and snarled at me. I tossed the bat back to Cygnus and looked innocent.
Quickly, while Regulus was still playing distraction, I took the Quaffle that Miggy passed to me and scored another goal.
That was when Jimney crashed and brought everyone back to the game. The audience got surprised in seeing that the Gryffindor Keeper had somehow fell unconscious as well. Everyone assumed that he got hit by a Bludger while he was watching with the rest of them.
"Hernandez was the one who hit him!" Black yelled at Madame Hooch. "She did! She did!"
"And I scored a goal too when everyone was distracted," I hovered toward the Commentators box and smiled prettily at Cadence.
"Ninety-fifty to Slytherin. Sorry people, I wasn't keeping track of the game while Black, younger Black was feigning. It appears Hernandez took the advantage to score a goal."
Fifteen more minutes. Half an hour into this game and still no Snitch in sight?? My face was starting to freeze in the air, and my hands were cold and icy.
"Reggie!" I said hoarsely at Regulus. "Find that Snitch! I'm turning into a popsicle here!"
A bludger promptly wheeled toward us and I backed away quickly, pulling my head back. The bludger almost hit me. Good thing it passed between Regulus and I. I swerved my head; it was Black who tried hitting me again.
"What is your problem?" I shrieked at him, speeding towards him and catching the Quaffle that came my way.
"Only playing th game, love," he replied alongside me, his bat threatening to fling itself. I realized that I had the Quaffle and speed up, and with Lamens out of the way, I got in my fifth goal.
I turned to Black, who was glaring at me, but then an evil smiled appeared on his face. That was when I felt a sharp pain in the back of my head and everything went black.
A/N-Alrighty, I'm real sorry but I have to do a paper, so ciao loves! reviews! xoxo's.