By the day of the tryouts, Fiona was ready to just grab her broom and beat
someone over the head with it. News had obviously gotten out that she was
Sirius Black's daughter. The reaction wasn't good. It seemed that only
Harry, Hermione and Ron would talk to her; and she only saw them twice a
week. Other than them, there were so many people in the school she wanted
to hurt that she couldn't keep track. It wasn't her fault that her father
had gotten drunk one night and decided to have fun with a bargirl. It
wasn't her fault that that bargirl had been impregnated. And it wasn't her
fault that she had been born. She'd had no say in the matter. It wasn't
fair.
But there were the tryouts. And that meant a chance to get back at Malfoy.
She had no doubt that it had been him who spread word of what had happened
in Potions that day.
It was on Sunday. Those willing to tryout had to be on the field at the
times each House was assigned. Slytherin's turn was in the afternoon.
Fiona strode onto the Quidditch field, black robes billowing out behind her
as she walked, gleaming Falca in hand. She was aware of the team's players
all staring at her as she walked. She was the only one there trying out.
Slytherin's team had planned to use the time to fly around at their
leisure. A hopeful hadn't been expected.
"Oiy, what're you doing out here?" The new team captain called. His name
was Jack Young. He was only in his sixth year, but was told to be an
excellent flier. Supposedly, at least.
"Trying out, fool." She said shortly. "So what do I have to do to make it
onto this pathetic team?"
The seven boys, most in their sixth or seventh year, stalked toward her,
their hulking figures threatening. They formed a half circle around Fiona.
Her cold expression changed not a whit.
"What gives you the right to call us pathetic?" Young asked.
"Well, let's see." Fiona said lazily. "When was the last time you won a
game? No, wait, strike that; when was the last time you won without the
other team losing by default? I thought so. So tell me what I have to do in
order to try out for seeker, so we can all get on with our lives, and,
maybe, start winning a few games!" She was angry. The week's frustration
was being blown out on the fools of this team.
Fiona took a deep breath. "Kindly direct me as to what I must do in order
to try out for the position of seeker."
"Leave."
"Leave? I hardly think that's a way to judge your seekers."
Malfoy stepped up. "Get out of here. Do you see any girls on this team?
Besides, I'm the seeker here. And you're not going to be able to replace
me."
"No? I think you should test that statement. What do you say, Draco? A race
around the stadium? Or shall we let the snitch free and see who can catch
it first?"
"This might be interesting," Young said. "Why not try it out?"
Malfoy looked at his captain in disgust. "You aren't serious, are you? Me?
Against a girl?"
Fiona's eyes narrowed. She took a step closer to Malfoy, brining them very
close together.
"I'm sorry, boy, but do you have a problem with women?" Malfoy looked her
up and down.
"Women, no. I don't have a problem with women." He licked his lips, then
met her maliciously gleaming eyes. "Women who think they can play Quidditch
better then men, yes. I do have a problem with them." Fiona smirked.
"The you shouldn't have a problem having a contest against me. After all,
the big strong man can beat the small weak girl, right?"
"Exactly."
"You piece of shit, just get on your damn broom. Release the snitch." She
turned to Young with this last remark, who held the ball box. He smiled a
little, and opened the box, and setting free the snitch.
