Blue
It was as she was walking down the corridor from Divination when someone pinched Amy's arm. She yelped, jerking her arm upwards, completely surprised.
"Who just pinched me?" she demanded, surveying the terrified group of Hufflepuff first-years, the only other people who appeared to be in the corridor with her.
Amy blanched, smiled sheepishly. "Sorry, it was probably just my imagination."
They shot away, probably thanking Merlin that she hadn't blamed them, for, ever since her appointment to the team, most of the first-years had become frightened to death of her, and other students seemed to have a newfound respect for her.
"Longbottom," came a sharp voice behind her.
Amy started for the second time, turning to find Malfoy's wand pointing straight at her.
"Don't touch me," she hissed, as his wand sank painfully into her cheek.
Turvulus grabbed her arm, dragging her into a nearby, empty classroom and locked the door with his left hand, his wand never leaving her face.
"What're you doing?" she asked.
"Give me your wand," he demanded.
"What?" she scoffed. "You've got to be – Alright, alright."
He had jammed his wand further into her cheek, and she winced at the pain. Reluctantly, she pulled out her wand and handed it to him. He stowed it in his robes.
"You give my father what he wants," snarled Malfoy. "Hand it over, Longbottom."
"Or else what?" she sneered. "You're going to go crying to your Slytherin pals?"
"No," he spat. "I'm going to snap your wand."
Amy flinched. "You wouldn't dare. They can track that kind of thing by seeing the wand, you know that. They'd know it was you."
"I've got no intention of leaving the wand lying about," he retorted. "I'll probably just chuck it into the lake or Transfigure it into something."
"I don't even have the thing, anyway," she said. "So there's no point to this."
He pulled out her wand, turning it through his fingers. "Well, then."
"No!" she burst out. "You can't! Isn't there anything else you want me to do for you to give me back my wand? I might consider something other than thievery. If you have a detention, I'll do it for you. I'll do your work for a week! Come on, Malfoy, you can't snap my wand."
Malfoy considered it for a long moment, before breaking into a slow smile.
"What is it?" asked Amy.
"For the first time in years, the Slytherin–Gryffindor match is the last match of the season, rather than the first," he said. "Play badly, Longbottom. Embarrass yourself. Afterwards, if I think you didn't do badly enough, your wand's history."
She drew back. Public humiliation or no wand? On the one hand, Quidditch was quickly becoming an important part of her life and to let Gryffindor down, when she had lost so many points on their behalf… However, on the other hand, she had had her wand for years and doubted her parents would take well to paying for another. They expected her to be responsible with her belongings, especially her wand.
"Of course," continued Malfoy, "I will be keeping your wand until the match is over."
"But the match is two months from now!" she burst out. "Nearly three, even! It's in May, Malfoy! And it's right before O.W.L.'s! I need my wand to revise!"
"Well," he smirked, "You could always just give my father back what he wants and none of this would be necessary."
He unlocked the door with a wave of his wand, and left, looking enormously pleased with himself.
She couldn't be without a wand for the next two – almost three – months, especially with exams so soon.
Of course, the next time she saw James, she told him. He would know what to do.
"You are not playing badly against Slytherin," he said firmly. "We're winning every match. We already beat Ravenclaw last term. Next month, we'll beat Hufflepuff, and then we'll win the cup. That's the plan."
"But what about my wand?" she said. "What do I do?"
"We steal it back," he said. "The next Quidditch match is Slytherin against Ravenclaw, which is in a week's time. We'll try around then."
"A week?" Amy echoed. "I have to go a week without my wand? In all of our lessons we'll be using our wands, James! We have our O.W.L.'s soon! It's got to be earlier."
James nodded. "Then it'll be easy. All I need to do is use Accio."
"I'm sure he's already thought of that," she muttered, but watched hopefully as he tried it in vain.
"Right," said James, giving up. "Let's get Gryffindor on our side."
She soon learned what he meant by this.
James spread the word about Malfoy having stolen her wand and trying to trade it for her playing badly against them. The very thought of Gryffindor losing against Slytherin and their disgust at Malfoy made sure no one needed convincing to help. Each Gryffindor, as well as a number of Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws, swore to do whatever they could to make sure Amy had her wand back as soon as possible.
In the meantime, she had to struggle through lessons, mumbling excuses about having snapped it in two by accident.
"But this is impossible!" Professor McGonnagall crowed. "Miss Longbottom, if this is a joke…"
"It's not," Amy assured her, staring miserably at the mouse that she was supposed to be transfiguring.
"Five points," said Professor McGonnagall stiffly, to Amy's utter horror.
"But, Profess–"
"You must learn to take your schoolwork seriously," she instructed. "I am here to teach you about Transfiguration. However, if you do not have a wand, I cannot help you at all. For now, you shall watch everyone else."
Each of her teachers' reactions were similar to Professor McGonnagall's, and Amy lost points to each, having to explain her excuse over and over again. Only Hagrid was different.
"I was practicing the Aguamenti charm a bit too vigorously," she told him. "I'm sorry, Hagrid, it was an accident."
"You want to know what actually happened?" muttered Connor.
Hagrid eyed him suspiciously. "Wha'?"
"Nothing, nothing," said Connor quickly.
"Nothing is right."
Amy turned to see Malfoy walking past, smirking at them.
"Gone and broken your wand, Longbottom?" taunted Malfoy. "That's not very clever. But then again, you aren't, are you?"
"Malfoy," said Hagrid sharply. "Don' yer go talkin' like that."
"Or what, you big oaf?" scoffed Malfoy. "Can you hurry up and get this lesson over with?"
"Don' worry about yer wand, Amy," said Hagrid kindly.
Although Amy was unable to participate fully in any of her lessons, she found the week pass by quickly. Before she knew it, it was Saturday morning, the day of the match between Slytherin and Ravenclaw, and she still had not retrieved her wand. This wasn't to say, however, that no one had tried. Many had attacked Malfoy and demanded a return of Amy's wand, whereupon either a teacher had appeared and sentenced the attacker to detention, or Malfoy had duelled and beaten them. A group of Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs had even tried to ambush Malfoy in Hogsmeade, but as they were mainly made up of third-years, Malfoy and the other Slytherin fifth-years he was with had them running off quickly. Amy was grateful for all of this, especially for Aaron and his best friend, Louie, who, with the gleeful help of Peeves and a gargantuan box of Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes, followed Malfoy in any free time they had, throwing handfuls of joke objects wherever he went. Peeves alone followed him for three days straight.
Amy rolled out of bed, to see Brooke pulling on a dark blue jumper and woolly hat. Monica wore a dress of the same colour, and when she caught sight of Amy's quizzical expression, she explained.
"Ravenclaw against Slytherin today," she reminded, smiling. "I, for one, am going to do everything I can to remind the Slytherins that no one likes them. Besides," she said, her voice rising slightly. "David will be playing."
Brooke smiled weakly. "I was forced."
Amy chuckled. "Speaking of David," she said, opening her trunk to see if there was anything blue.
Monica smiled, twirled a lock of hair in her hand. "It's nothing, you know, but I just, I keep looking at him, I definitely like him."
"I fully encourage it," said Brooke. "He's lovely."
"Agreed," said Amy. "And I mean, you're both probably the most attractive people in our year."
"Or in Hogwarts," chimed in Brooke.
"Aw, guys." Monica clapped her hands happily together. "Right. So, We need to get dressed in blue and go support David!"
Amy chuckled. Finally finding a midnight blue scarf, which would have to do, she wound it twice around her neck. They made their way downstairs, while Monica admonished Amy for her choice of outfit.
"Jeans?" hissed Monica, as they entered the Great Hall. "Amy, why?"
"They're comfy?" suggested Amy. "And… and blue."
"Brooke here is trying to impress Connor," she went on. "And soshe's wearing a skirt. Have you forgotten entirely about James?"
Amy grinned, as she caught sight of James himself. "James is wearing jeans."
Monica stared at her, incredulous. "Would you prefer it if we wore a skirt?"
"I'm sure I would," laughed Amy.
"At least I look nice," said Monica. "A dress wouldn't go unnoticed for you, either, Amy."
"Thanks, Mon, but it's January and it's freezing today," replied Amy. "I'll probably be cold in this, and I'm covered up."
"Fashion is pain," said Monica with a brave smile.
They sat down next to Declan, Connor and James, and dug into breakfast. The three boys, too, wore traces of blue, as did the entire Gryffindor, Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw houses. David, holding a half-eaten piece of toast, soon approached their table.
"Hey, guys," he said, taking a seat beside Connor. He looked at Monica, opposite him. "You look nice," he commented. "I like your dress."
"Thank you," said Monica sweetly, shooting a meaningful glance at Amy.
Amy grinned, and picked up an apple: a red one; no Gryffindor had touched the green kind today.
"Anyway," said David. "We just wanted to say thanks for the support, and Amy sorry to hear about your wand."
"Thanks, David," she said.
"Ravenclaw look pretty nervous," said James. "How're you feeling?"
"Yeah," said David. He paused, took a swig of orange juice. "Nervous."
Amy wondered for a brief moment how nervous she would be when it was her turn.
"You'll be fine," assured James. "Come on, Dave, thrash 'em."
"Kill 'em!" from Connor.
David grinned. He grabbed a chocolate muffin from the table, and stood up again.
"Anyway," he said. "See you later, I just wanted to stop by to say thanks from our team."
He stood up to a chorus of "Go Ravenclaw!"s, and turned to see Turvulus Malfoy, glaring back at him.
"What is it, Malfoy?" asked David.
"Not you," spat Turvulus. "Longbottom. We need to talk."