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Title: Not Mad, Just Disappointed.
Summary: Boscha's team confronts her on her lack of sportsmanship
Setting: Wing it Like Witches
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Boscha waits until they're in the locker room to say anything. Part of it is simply her own mind processing the betrayal. Part of it is her refusal to let the offer matter in front of Willow, to brush it off and crush it under her boot and make sure the nerd never looked at Grudgby again. Willow can have the school, and Amity, and even the admiration of her teammates- but Grudgby? Grudgby is Boscha's.
But she's always had a hairspring trigger. The door barely closes before she's slamming her fist into the nearest locker and whirling on them, hackles raised. "What the hex is wrong with you, Cat?"
"Wrong with me?" she echoed, undoing the straps on her shoulder armor. "What's wrong with you? You broke Blight's foot!"
Boscha winced- because, yeah, she did feel a little bad about that. Because messing with Blights meant messing with Mr. and Mrs. Blight, and they didn't take well to their trophies getting smudged. But, really. What ex-captain bends their knees at that kind of angle when preparing for a tackle? It's like she was asking for it. "We're not talking about me right now. You can't just try to recruit someone without my support! Especially Half-a-Witch!"
"Why not?" Amelia fed the locker her gloves, patting the creature with a small smile. "Willow's pretty cool, actually. She makes sure I don't get eaten by the dangerous plants in class."
"She's Half-a-Witch," Boscha spat. "We're heading into the big leagues, people! You think the scouts would take us seriously if we came out with Willow Park on our team?"
The green-haired witch shrugged. "They only have eyes for you. Wouldn't it be better for your image to have a different Banshee suck?"
There's no honest answer she can give to that. Willow might've been a late bloomer, and she might've sucked in Abominations, but she was flying high in Plant track. She could probably become a Coven Head one day. And Boscha knows- logically, the way one knows what two plus two is- that that's a lot bigger than anything she could ever be. Boscha's barely coasting in Potions. Her parents would probably chew her out if they knew she wasn't sucking up to her. A failure of networking, they'd call it. "Whatever."
Cat hefted the heavy chest plate into her arms, poking her pointedly. "You know who doesn't end up going pro, Boscha? Potion witches who break literal legs on the field."
"I know that!" she snapped, temper flaring.
"Then act like it," Cat snarled. "I didn't join the Healing track to watch my friends pull stupid stunts like this. Hit the showers and figure out what you really wanted out of this."
"You can't just-" Boscha spluttered, but Cat was gone. She turned to the remaining two. "She can't just do that! I'm captain!"
Amelia threw her bag over her shoulder. "Yeaaahhh, I'm out. Night, girls."
Boscha watched her go with aching numbness in her chest. Only Skara remained, fiddling with the laces of her boots.
"I'm just trying to make our team better," she said. "Why don't you guys see that?"
Skara shrugged. "I dunno, Bosch. You were pretty mean today," She hesitated, as if this was a particularly cruel burn (it was, Boscha's insides told her, roiling in their own juices. It is.) before she stood and headed towards the exit. "Maybe Amity was the smart one after all."
And then Boscha is painfully, dreadfully alone.
Author's Note: Whoo, this was fun! I like giving personality to random side characters from time to time. I imagine Cat probably wasn't very happy about the leg breaking, being a Healer and all, and Amelia and Willow seem to be decently friendly in class.
-Mandaree1