When news spread that Fiona - that the Hated Sirius Black's daughter - had
made the Slytherin team, she was greeted with mixed feelings.
Jack Young had boasted that she was spectacular on a broom, and Slytherin
was sure to win this year. Malfoy had started some counter gossip towards
this rumor. He seemed to be taking his kick from the team badly. He told
people that Fiona was a horrible flier; when people confronted her on this
fact, she wouldn't answer. She would just give the questioner a wicked
smile, or a rude glare, and wait till the person left.
It wasn't long until the big Quidditch match came around.
Everyone was excited. The rumors were enough to get even the least
interested out in the stands. It was a beautiful day - perfect for flying.
Cheers rang all throughout the crowd when the Gryffindor team walked onto
the field. There was less applause when the Slytherin strode onto the
field, proud in their silver and green robes. Fiona smiled a bit when Harry
caught her eye from the other side of the field and gave her a thumbs up.
She smiled and nodded back to him. If you had to play against your friend,
there was no need to be rude about it.
Madam Hooch was refereeing the game. Getting on her broom, she told the
teams to mount up, and then released the balls.
