A/N: I'M BACK! WOOP! France was fun, though I did nearly kill myself on several occasions. I set my coat on fire, I set the bucket that I was holding on fire, I fell down a flight of stairs, and I nearly got hit by a car. Whee! I hope you like the chapter. NOW READ IT.
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The Letter P
Chapter Twenty-Seven: P is for Pass
Grace didn't respond. Since accepting that Alden was now dating Ginny, she was fuming. She fired a filthy glare at Ginny, before folding her arms and dropping against the wall with a loud hmph.
With one last glance at her emotional friends, Ginny entered the classroom and found her seat, her mind racing with a thousand things. Svengali. Myrtle's murder. Matchmaking. Quidditch. A million questions unanswered.
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Heart pounding, Ginny clutched her broomstick tighter.
"Alright, everyone," grunted Jack. "We've been through this before. Vegrandis – do as many Wronski Feints as you can pull off. That way, when you do see the Snitch, the other seeker won't believe you, and will fall behind. Nomens – fly out of the sun. Magnus – if you're not saving a shot, then stay at the centre hoop. Malfoy and Peregrine… settle your differences for one match."
The two chasers glared at each other. The bet had died down, and the two Slytherins were basically sworn enemies since the fight in the Entrance Hall. Malfoy, Ginny was pleased to see, was sporting a black eye, and the left side of his face was swollen beyond recognition.
"Jack, are you done yet?" drawled a bored Claude from the benches.
"No. Wait," snapped Jack, who seemed edgy today. Claude huffed and stalked away, leaving Jack to cross over and address Ginny. "Oi. Peregrine. You're kind of like a secret weapon – 'cause no-on expects a girl… so try some… masculine stunts. To distract people. With all that Rules of Public Society or whatever."
"Will do." Ginny pulled her ponytail tighter and looked determinedly out, through the doors, at the waiting Quidditch pitch. It was cold, and she wished she'd worn her school jumper underneath her Quidditch robes.
It felt so bizarre to be wearing green Quidditch robes instead of the red and gold that she had grown so used to seeing on her clothing, on her trunk – everywhere. She hoped that she didn't pass to the Gyrffindors when it was their match.
Shaking unimportant thoughts away, she mounted her broom, and kicked off, zooming through the doors after the rest of her team. As she emerged, gasps rang through the crowd – a girl! And… a Mudblood girl! On the Slytherin team!
Surely not.
Ginny hovered in between Malfoy and the other chaser, Rupert Flax. There was a pause, and then the Quaffle was tossed up. Everything was drowned out in a screech of whistles and a bellow of supporters from all four Hogwarts houses. The redhead used the momentary stun of inaction to speed forwards, and snatched the Quaffle as it fell.
"Oh, and first off we have… Peregrine? The new transfer student, first ever to come to Hogwarts. And a GIRL! This, ladies and gentleman, should be interesting!" the commentator shouted.
Ignoring the ongoing speech, Ginny weaved past two Hufflepuffs, and then hurled the ball diagonally to Flax.
"And nice pass from Peregrine, now Flax has got it, swift pass to Malfoy-"
"PASS IT!" Ginny bellowed.
Where the hell is he going? He needs to pass, someone will intercept it!
"PASS, MALFOY!" she yelled.
There was a thud as a Hufflepuff collided with Slytherin. A moment later, the Hufflepuff soared away with the Quaffle.
"Oh, and a nice tackle from Alfonso, he passes to Tanner – wow! That is some nice passing. Look at them go up the field!"
"MALFOY, YOU HAVE TO PASS!" Ginny roared angrily.
The blonde chaser gave her a look of disdain, and flew away.
Fury bubbling in her veins, Ginny soared after the Quaffle, ducking neatly beneath people.
"-there's the Bludger, hit sharply by Cadell, OOH that was close-"
Ginny glanced back at the offending Bludger that had just attempted to remove her head. Pushing her irritation to the back of her head, she concentrated on the task at hand – scoring.
She whirled sideways and sped, not after the Quaffle, but after Flax.
"FLAX!" she yelled.
The small, scrawny third-year looked over at her. "What do you want, Mudblood?" he sneered, displaying true Slytherin spirit.
"Look, Flax, from now on, pretend that Malfoy isn't a chaser. He's on Hufflepuff's team – he won't pass, and if he carries on like this, we're going to lose!" Ginny implored Flax to understand.
He narrowed his grey eyes at her, but nodded, and they parted ways.
Right. Now that's taken care of…
"And Flax intercepts the Quaffle, drops it – catches it again – not very good, is he? – ow! Yes, sorry, Professor – and passes quickly to Peregrine, back to Flax, Merlin, that is fast, Flax, Peregrine, Flax, Peregrine, she weaves, ducks, passes – FLAX DROPS IT – Peregrine barrels Reyner out of the way and catches the Quaffle, they're dangerously close to the hoops and-"
His next words were drowned out by the tremendous roar of a thousand Slytherins screaming and jumping to their feet in glory.
Ten-nil.
"Nice work, Mudblood," said Flax grudgingly as he neared her.
Ginny grinned, and hovered impatiently until the Hufflepuff keeper tossed the Quaffle down the pitch, before firing after it.
Twenty-nil.
Thirty-nil.
Thirty-ten!
Ginny groaned. Malfoy, now furious at being ignored, had intercepted the Quaffle, and had caused a Hufflepuff goal by, as per usual, refusing to pass.
However, the redhead was not the only one angry at Malfoy. As Jack hurled the Quaffle to her, he bellowed at Malfoy, "Get your act together or you're off the team!"
"Who else will you take?" Malfoy snapped. "I'm the best shot in Slytherin and you know it."
"-and it looks like Malfoy and Swithin are having some sort of argument in air, I don't know if that's going to help them score some more points – but seemingly so! Peregrine and Flax are up the pitch again-"
Ding, ding, ding! POINT to Ginny Aiobheann Peregrine, I believe?
Forty-ten.
Fifty-ten.
Fifty-twenty.
Sixty-twenty.
Sixty-thirty.
Seventy-thirty.
Eighty-thirty.
Ginny rolled sideways to get into position for catching a long pass from Flax, before lobbing it as hard as she could past two Hufflepuffs. "FLAX!" she shouted suddenly, panicking. "BLUDGER!"
He swerved at the last second, leaving the Quaffle to drop down, and a Bludger streaked past where his scrawny head had been moments before. Flax shot Ginny a grateful look, something uncommon on his pointed features, and then swooped after the Quaffle, racing a Hufflepuff for it. He snatched it by the tips of his fingers, and then threw it quickly to Ginny –
She felt the whistling of wind before she heard the yells of warning. Alarm filling her, she looked around and saw a Bludger belting towards her.
Oh. And I couldn't just end the Quidditch game with a triumph and a Quaffle in hand.
Goodbye, cruel world.
There was a thud, and then suddenly Ginny was spinning, faster – faster –
Blue sky –
Brown ground –
Blue –
Brown –
Blue –
Her knees gave out from clutching the broomstick, and silently she fell. She heard a horrified scream that was probably Grace, and then she remembered no more, save for this –
Crunch.
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A/N: Sorry, it's another short one. I hope you liked how I wrote the Quidditch game. Thanks to my beta SilvanXan. Please review, it makes my day.
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