Chapter 3 - Quidditch Tryouts
Sev was surrounded by Vox sisters in the stands as the recruits straggled onto the Quidditch pitch. Most of the student body were back in their dorms, not really caring how the selection process happened. They preferred to see the games in their full glory when Quidditch season started.
The few people in the stands were friends and/or siblings of those recruiting (some were die-hard Quidditch fans that wanted to experience every part of the process). There were also several members of the Quidditch teams from all four Houses, watching to see with whom they would work with in the future.
Team Captains sat with their Heads of House, offering advice on which recruits would work best for the team.
Madame Hooch, with her hawk-like yellow eyes and flaming red hair, presided over the actual tryouts on the pitch. She looked over the recruits in line, smirking as only referees could smirk, and spoke to one or the other as she passed.
"Trying out for Seeker this year, Mr. Potter?"
"Yes, ma'am," James Potter replied. "Been practicing."
"Good. Miss Black, didn't expect to see you out here."
Narcissa Black smiled charmingly. "Women's Lib and all, so I hear."
"Whatever." Madame Hooch grinned. "Ready for the real thing, Miss Vox?"
"Great Mother, am I ready!" Martis answered.
"Excellent. All right, everyone, you know the usual - we start with the flying warm-ups, then we split into practice groups. All wands should be in your dorms. General Quidditch rules apply." She blew her whistle.
Martis climbed on her broom and shot off into the air overhead. A cheer erupted from the Vox and Snape section. Near them, the three other Marauders (Black was content as a Chaser, while Lupin and Pettigrew knew they were quite unathletic) sat and cheered on Potter.
"What's keeping them from hexing Sis' broom?" Artemisia asked.
"That truce," Phaedra (Ravenclaw Chaser) answered. "Otherwise, those smegheads would be doing everything to throw her off."
"Li-Li-Like they did t-t-t-to me," Sev muttered.
Potter began a game with Martis, which quickly turned into a dogfight ballet as they spiraled and chased each other all over the pitch. Several of the other recruits stared in awe as the two screamed over their heads and under their feet, both smirking in professional rivalry.
"Tired yet, Britty-honey?" he yelled over the headwind.
"Not a bit, Jimmy-baby!" she retorted.
"Flirting with Gryffindors, Vox?" Narcissa Black sneered as she passed near them. "Oh, dear, won't Snape be disappointed?"
Martis casually maneuvered back around and wiggled the broom's tail in Narcissa's direction, grinning over her shoulder. "Eat my dust, uppity bint."
"Crude," Narcissa commented, diving into a series of loops.
Lucius Malfoy settled near Sev and the Vox sisters, his blonde hair whipping around his face in the breeze. "Has it started already?"
"Just warm-ups," Phaedra answered. "How's it hanging, Mall-boy?"
He rolled his eyes and glanced at Sev. "I've yet to understand how you have every single Vox in the school on your arm, Snips."
"He's got it," Artemisia answered. "You don't."
Sev blushed, hiding behind Phaedra's big, frizzy dark hair.
Adonia giggled. "You look girly enough, Malfoy - wanna be my woman?"
"I beg your pardon?" he asked. "Get away from me!"
"Woo-hoo!" Phaedra yelled. "Show that Black cow how it's done, baby sister!"
"Please do not speak of Miss Black that way," Lucius stated.
"Why?" Artemisia asked. "Don't want anyone bad-mouthing your twin sister?"
"Yeah," Adonia began conversationally. "I always wondered why he calls his sister 'Miss Black' - "
"Maybe they were twins separated at birth?" Artemisia suggested.
"Good one! We can't be the only twins in the school."
Lucius sneered at them and watched Narcissa Black sail across the pitch with perfect grace and beauty.
Madame Hooch blew her whistle. "All right! Divvy up into teams! Four Chasers per team, two Beaters, Seeker, and Keeper."
Narcissa spun into place as called out for Seeker, while Martis pointedly flew over to another team - which Potter was calling Seeker on.
"Well, Jimmy," she commented. "Looks like this will be the only time we'll ever be on the same side."
"I prefer it to remain that way, Britty." He gave her a dazzling smile.
"Is that Lily Evans in the stands?"
"WHERE?!"
Martis giggled, flying off. "Poor dork."
Down below in the Marauders' section, Black snorted to himself. "I don't like how familiar he's getting with Snake-Bitch."
Lupin shrugged. "I'm pretty sure they're trading insults with each other. Prongs said she grates on his nerves like fingernails on a blackboard."
Black shifted his eyes to look at the sickly member of their group. "Yes, that's what my father says about my mother, too." He narrowed his eyes. "You doing all right, Moony? You seem to have a drool problem going on."
"I am not," Lupin denied as he wiped his chin, finding nothing. "What's your problem today?"
"Nothing much, just the loss of twenty points because of them." He grinned nastily. "Buh-buh-buh-but ih-ih-it was f-f-f-fun while it la-la-lasted."
"Yes," Lupin commented dryly. "Even if a lesbian turned you down."
"Oh, shut up. You have no idea how to appreciate the female form."
Lupin glanced up, seeing Britomartis Vox flying by, her long ash-blonde ponytail whipping in the wind and her body tensed in concentration. Spinning in mid-air, she swung her bat out at the Bludger heading for one of the Chasers on her practice team. He could see every muscle in her legs and upper arms strain against the under-uniform, not covered up by team sweaters or robes. "Whatever you say, Sirius."
Back in the game, Narcissa was chasing the Golden Snitch by going neck-to-neck with James Potter.
"Your eyeliner's smeared," Potter casually remarked. "Look like a raccoon."
This threw Narcissa off the trail of the Snitch and Potter zoomed after it amid the melee of Chasers trying to snatch the Quaffle from each other. A Bludger screeched in his wake, only to have it slammed away by Martis.
"Thanks, Britty!" he called.
Martis grunted. "I hate being called 'Britty'." She dove downward as the opposite team began to form into an arrowhead formation. "Don't they ever learn?" she mused to herself.
Placing her back to them, she focused her eye on a Bludger and swung her bat in a backhand hit -
It seemed everyone in the stands stood up to watch as the Bludger plowed into the formation, sending all three Chasers to the pitch in a pile of brooms, arms, legs, and many bad words.
The howl of approval from the student stands (Slytherins and Vox's) was heard all the way over to the teachers' stands.
Slytherin Captain Onslow Daizer leaned close to Professor Gallo Penderdandis. "You have to let her on my team this year, there's no doubts about it, sir."
"Yes," Penderdandis sighed. "I admit she has improved even more since that rematch. And what do you think of our Seekers?"
Onslow cleared his throat. "Drop Black. She's more concerned with posing on the pitch. That St. Claire guy has potential."
A smaller Third-Year male student zipped around on the other end of the pitch, going nearly as fast as the Snitch itself.
"St. Claire does seem to be fast on the broom."
"Reflexes like you wouldn't believe, sir. He says he's had practice because of his size. I don't mind admitting small-fry for Seeker. St. Claire's proven to be a hell of a Seeker so far."
"Yes, he seems to be most suitable. What of the Chasers?"
"We only need one. I don't have all three Woot brothers this year - Jamie went and graduated."
"I know that. I think Kennebunk has a good show."
"Need someone bigger."
"But noticed he's scored three times already. He doesn't fly around like he has random numbers bouncing around in his head. He's actually thinking. And with Vox backing him up as a Beater, he could really score some points. St. Claire would definitely get us the Cup this year."
"I agree on that, sir. Those three seem best."
Penderdandis smiled slightly, pleased with himself. He would never admit that Vox's comment about not having enough brains on the team was what really drove him to selecting the three. She probably gave Daizer the same speech because the Slytherin Captain did not harp about the virtues of brawny might this year.
Athletic brains and a girl on Slytherin's team. What stomach-churning concepts.
Martis slammed a Bludger toward Narcissa, the ball knocking into the tail of her broom and making her spin around and around.
"Are you trying to kill me??" Narcissa demanded.
"Part of the game, Black," Martis replied. "Always take out the other team's Seeker."
"What??"
Martis circled above her. "You poor thing - you didn't read the rulebook too closely, did you? Seekers receive the most injuries out of all the players of Quidditch. If you want to keep your face that way, best to get off the pitch now." She deflected a Bludger without looking at it, causing the ball to blast through the air and crash right through the center of a hoop. The result was a three-foot-wide crater in the sand, of which the Bludger shook itself from and zoomed back up.
"HOTCHA!"
A hand suddenly made contact with Martis' backside, making her automatically crack her bat onto the offender's head.
One of her fellow Slytherin recruits reeled downward through the air, followed by every single female on the pitch to follow him down and whack him with their brooms.
Hooch's whistle blew and she shouted, "Grant - banned for life! Foul for grabbing another player's anatomy and dentention with me for it being an especially off-limits part of female anatomy!"
Under the nearly dozen brooms concussing him at the moment, Grant cried, "I'm the luckiest guy in the world!"
Potter landed next to Martis who was watching the riot with mild interest, and he shuddered. "He doesn't know serving detentions with Hooch involves cleaning the Bludgers - and they don't like to be cleaned." He glanced at her. "What are you smirking about?"
"Oh, just a fine old tradition on Crete," she stated. "The Beating of the Pervert. Always liked those."
He shook his head. "Vox, you are one dangerous girl."
"Thanks, Potter. Just remember that."
Hooch blew her whistle again and the players tapered off the beating. "Good show," she informed them. "Good show. Now it's up to your team captains and Heads of Houses to determine who's on what team. Good luck and congratulations."
The cheer from recruits and students filled the stadium.
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The following morning, the Slytherin Team List for 1973-74 School Year was posted up in the Slytherin common room:
Captain/Chaser: Onslow Daizer (7th year)
Seeker: Thomas St.Claire (3rd year)
Beater: Markham Dearling (6th year)
Beater: Britomartis Vox (2nd year)
Chaser: Ryan Woot (5th year)
Chaser: Keith Woot (7th year)
Chaser: Jonas Kennebunk (4th year)
Keeper: Fearghus Flynn (6th year)
( Denotes new player for this year.)
Martis went into a victory dance which was soon joined in by Thomas St. Claire who was the same height as herself, both of them bouncing around the common room and singing about being on the team.
She left Thomas to do his own victory dance and picked up Sev, swinging him around.
"PUT ME DOWN!" he cried.
Martis put him down and hugged him. "It's this great, Snips? I'm officially on the team this year!"
He held her face and smiled down at her. "And no one deserves it better, Spirals."
"Snips, you're not stuttering."
"I'm concentrating really hard," he answered.
They gazed at the other, smiling, his hands on her face and her arms around him.
"Oh, stop it!" Narcissa snapped. "Either quit it or take it out to the bushes!"
Martis pulled away from Sev and her face sombered up into a fine mask of sympathy. "Oh, Narcissa, I am sooooo sorry you didn't make the team."
Narcissa sneered as she settled on a couch. "Shut your hole. I'm simply too refined for the violence of Quidditch."
Sev rolled his eyes. "Pity. I recall Malfoy being quite ... excited about you flying around out there."
She pursed her lips which quickly became a demure smile. "Indeed? Thank you for informing me, Severus."
She got up and left them alone again. Martis giggled and hugged his chest. "What shall we do to celebrate?" she asked. "Eat lots of Cornish Pixie Stix, prank Black and his Whores, or you dragging me into those bushes?"
Sev's eyes widened and he pulled away. "Whu-whu-whu - "
"Kidding! Kidding!" she insisted. "You really need to lighten up again."
"S-S-S-Sorry!" he stuttered.
She brushed hair out of his face. "It's all right, Snips. I like you as you are."
A throat cleared and the two friends separated. Everyone in the room quieted as Professor Penderdandis folded his arms. "Now that the team has been selected this year, I expect you to win the Quidditch Cup this time. That means practice as much as possible, understand?"
"Yes, sir!" the Slytherin Quidditch team cried.
"And that goes double for you, Miss Vox," he added as he approached her. "I trust you'll drop your silly pranks this year?"
She shrugged. "No promises on the pranks, but I will guide the team to victory."
He smirked, pushing up his pince-nez glasses. "I believe you will, Miss Vox." He lowered his voice as he turned. "Don't tell them I said that. I'll deny everything."
Martis grinned and hugged Sev around the waist.
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In the Gryffindor dorms, James Potter was not so happy.
"You're still a Chaser, Prongs," Lupin reminded them. "You can always try out for Seeker next year."
"I know," Potter sighed. "I just had my hopes on it, y'know? Maybe it'll get Lily Evans' attention."
"Not worth it," Pettigrew stated. "All girls are trouble."
"Some more than others," Black added.
"But some are worth it, James," Lupin finished.
Potter nodded, grinning again. "You're right, Moony old chap. There's always next year."
Black pulled his hair back. "Now, Prongs, we've got to come up with some strategies to throw off Slytherin. They're going to be trouble this year, I just know it."
"How right you are."
-End-
Sev was surrounded by Vox sisters in the stands as the recruits straggled onto the Quidditch pitch. Most of the student body were back in their dorms, not really caring how the selection process happened. They preferred to see the games in their full glory when Quidditch season started.
The few people in the stands were friends and/or siblings of those recruiting (some were die-hard Quidditch fans that wanted to experience every part of the process). There were also several members of the Quidditch teams from all four Houses, watching to see with whom they would work with in the future.
Team Captains sat with their Heads of House, offering advice on which recruits would work best for the team.
Madame Hooch, with her hawk-like yellow eyes and flaming red hair, presided over the actual tryouts on the pitch. She looked over the recruits in line, smirking as only referees could smirk, and spoke to one or the other as she passed.
"Trying out for Seeker this year, Mr. Potter?"
"Yes, ma'am," James Potter replied. "Been practicing."
"Good. Miss Black, didn't expect to see you out here."
Narcissa Black smiled charmingly. "Women's Lib and all, so I hear."
"Whatever." Madame Hooch grinned. "Ready for the real thing, Miss Vox?"
"Great Mother, am I ready!" Martis answered.
"Excellent. All right, everyone, you know the usual - we start with the flying warm-ups, then we split into practice groups. All wands should be in your dorms. General Quidditch rules apply." She blew her whistle.
Martis climbed on her broom and shot off into the air overhead. A cheer erupted from the Vox and Snape section. Near them, the three other Marauders (Black was content as a Chaser, while Lupin and Pettigrew knew they were quite unathletic) sat and cheered on Potter.
"What's keeping them from hexing Sis' broom?" Artemisia asked.
"That truce," Phaedra (Ravenclaw Chaser) answered. "Otherwise, those smegheads would be doing everything to throw her off."
"Li-Li-Like they did t-t-t-to me," Sev muttered.
Potter began a game with Martis, which quickly turned into a dogfight ballet as they spiraled and chased each other all over the pitch. Several of the other recruits stared in awe as the two screamed over their heads and under their feet, both smirking in professional rivalry.
"Tired yet, Britty-honey?" he yelled over the headwind.
"Not a bit, Jimmy-baby!" she retorted.
"Flirting with Gryffindors, Vox?" Narcissa Black sneered as she passed near them. "Oh, dear, won't Snape be disappointed?"
Martis casually maneuvered back around and wiggled the broom's tail in Narcissa's direction, grinning over her shoulder. "Eat my dust, uppity bint."
"Crude," Narcissa commented, diving into a series of loops.
Lucius Malfoy settled near Sev and the Vox sisters, his blonde hair whipping around his face in the breeze. "Has it started already?"
"Just warm-ups," Phaedra answered. "How's it hanging, Mall-boy?"
He rolled his eyes and glanced at Sev. "I've yet to understand how you have every single Vox in the school on your arm, Snips."
"He's got it," Artemisia answered. "You don't."
Sev blushed, hiding behind Phaedra's big, frizzy dark hair.
Adonia giggled. "You look girly enough, Malfoy - wanna be my woman?"
"I beg your pardon?" he asked. "Get away from me!"
"Woo-hoo!" Phaedra yelled. "Show that Black cow how it's done, baby sister!"
"Please do not speak of Miss Black that way," Lucius stated.
"Why?" Artemisia asked. "Don't want anyone bad-mouthing your twin sister?"
"Yeah," Adonia began conversationally. "I always wondered why he calls his sister 'Miss Black' - "
"Maybe they were twins separated at birth?" Artemisia suggested.
"Good one! We can't be the only twins in the school."
Lucius sneered at them and watched Narcissa Black sail across the pitch with perfect grace and beauty.
Madame Hooch blew her whistle. "All right! Divvy up into teams! Four Chasers per team, two Beaters, Seeker, and Keeper."
Narcissa spun into place as called out for Seeker, while Martis pointedly flew over to another team - which Potter was calling Seeker on.
"Well, Jimmy," she commented. "Looks like this will be the only time we'll ever be on the same side."
"I prefer it to remain that way, Britty." He gave her a dazzling smile.
"Is that Lily Evans in the stands?"
"WHERE?!"
Martis giggled, flying off. "Poor dork."
Down below in the Marauders' section, Black snorted to himself. "I don't like how familiar he's getting with Snake-Bitch."
Lupin shrugged. "I'm pretty sure they're trading insults with each other. Prongs said she grates on his nerves like fingernails on a blackboard."
Black shifted his eyes to look at the sickly member of their group. "Yes, that's what my father says about my mother, too." He narrowed his eyes. "You doing all right, Moony? You seem to have a drool problem going on."
"I am not," Lupin denied as he wiped his chin, finding nothing. "What's your problem today?"
"Nothing much, just the loss of twenty points because of them." He grinned nastily. "Buh-buh-buh-but ih-ih-it was f-f-f-fun while it la-la-lasted."
"Yes," Lupin commented dryly. "Even if a lesbian turned you down."
"Oh, shut up. You have no idea how to appreciate the female form."
Lupin glanced up, seeing Britomartis Vox flying by, her long ash-blonde ponytail whipping in the wind and her body tensed in concentration. Spinning in mid-air, she swung her bat out at the Bludger heading for one of the Chasers on her practice team. He could see every muscle in her legs and upper arms strain against the under-uniform, not covered up by team sweaters or robes. "Whatever you say, Sirius."
Back in the game, Narcissa was chasing the Golden Snitch by going neck-to-neck with James Potter.
"Your eyeliner's smeared," Potter casually remarked. "Look like a raccoon."
This threw Narcissa off the trail of the Snitch and Potter zoomed after it amid the melee of Chasers trying to snatch the Quaffle from each other. A Bludger screeched in his wake, only to have it slammed away by Martis.
"Thanks, Britty!" he called.
Martis grunted. "I hate being called 'Britty'." She dove downward as the opposite team began to form into an arrowhead formation. "Don't they ever learn?" she mused to herself.
Placing her back to them, she focused her eye on a Bludger and swung her bat in a backhand hit -
It seemed everyone in the stands stood up to watch as the Bludger plowed into the formation, sending all three Chasers to the pitch in a pile of brooms, arms, legs, and many bad words.
The howl of approval from the student stands (Slytherins and Vox's) was heard all the way over to the teachers' stands.
Slytherin Captain Onslow Daizer leaned close to Professor Gallo Penderdandis. "You have to let her on my team this year, there's no doubts about it, sir."
"Yes," Penderdandis sighed. "I admit she has improved even more since that rematch. And what do you think of our Seekers?"
Onslow cleared his throat. "Drop Black. She's more concerned with posing on the pitch. That St. Claire guy has potential."
A smaller Third-Year male student zipped around on the other end of the pitch, going nearly as fast as the Snitch itself.
"St. Claire does seem to be fast on the broom."
"Reflexes like you wouldn't believe, sir. He says he's had practice because of his size. I don't mind admitting small-fry for Seeker. St. Claire's proven to be a hell of a Seeker so far."
"Yes, he seems to be most suitable. What of the Chasers?"
"We only need one. I don't have all three Woot brothers this year - Jamie went and graduated."
"I know that. I think Kennebunk has a good show."
"Need someone bigger."
"But noticed he's scored three times already. He doesn't fly around like he has random numbers bouncing around in his head. He's actually thinking. And with Vox backing him up as a Beater, he could really score some points. St. Claire would definitely get us the Cup this year."
"I agree on that, sir. Those three seem best."
Penderdandis smiled slightly, pleased with himself. He would never admit that Vox's comment about not having enough brains on the team was what really drove him to selecting the three. She probably gave Daizer the same speech because the Slytherin Captain did not harp about the virtues of brawny might this year.
Athletic brains and a girl on Slytherin's team. What stomach-churning concepts.
Martis slammed a Bludger toward Narcissa, the ball knocking into the tail of her broom and making her spin around and around.
"Are you trying to kill me??" Narcissa demanded.
"Part of the game, Black," Martis replied. "Always take out the other team's Seeker."
"What??"
Martis circled above her. "You poor thing - you didn't read the rulebook too closely, did you? Seekers receive the most injuries out of all the players of Quidditch. If you want to keep your face that way, best to get off the pitch now." She deflected a Bludger without looking at it, causing the ball to blast through the air and crash right through the center of a hoop. The result was a three-foot-wide crater in the sand, of which the Bludger shook itself from and zoomed back up.
"HOTCHA!"
A hand suddenly made contact with Martis' backside, making her automatically crack her bat onto the offender's head.
One of her fellow Slytherin recruits reeled downward through the air, followed by every single female on the pitch to follow him down and whack him with their brooms.
Hooch's whistle blew and she shouted, "Grant - banned for life! Foul for grabbing another player's anatomy and dentention with me for it being an especially off-limits part of female anatomy!"
Under the nearly dozen brooms concussing him at the moment, Grant cried, "I'm the luckiest guy in the world!"
Potter landed next to Martis who was watching the riot with mild interest, and he shuddered. "He doesn't know serving detentions with Hooch involves cleaning the Bludgers - and they don't like to be cleaned." He glanced at her. "What are you smirking about?"
"Oh, just a fine old tradition on Crete," she stated. "The Beating of the Pervert. Always liked those."
He shook his head. "Vox, you are one dangerous girl."
"Thanks, Potter. Just remember that."
Hooch blew her whistle again and the players tapered off the beating. "Good show," she informed them. "Good show. Now it's up to your team captains and Heads of Houses to determine who's on what team. Good luck and congratulations."
The cheer from recruits and students filled the stadium.
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The following morning, the Slytherin Team List for 1973-74 School Year was posted up in the Slytherin common room:
Captain/Chaser: Onslow Daizer (7th year)
Seeker: Thomas St.Claire (3rd year)
Beater: Markham Dearling (6th year)
Beater: Britomartis Vox (2nd year)
Chaser: Ryan Woot (5th year)
Chaser: Keith Woot (7th year)
Chaser: Jonas Kennebunk (4th year)
Keeper: Fearghus Flynn (6th year)
( Denotes new player for this year.)
Martis went into a victory dance which was soon joined in by Thomas St. Claire who was the same height as herself, both of them bouncing around the common room and singing about being on the team.
She left Thomas to do his own victory dance and picked up Sev, swinging him around.
"PUT ME DOWN!" he cried.
Martis put him down and hugged him. "It's this great, Snips? I'm officially on the team this year!"
He held her face and smiled down at her. "And no one deserves it better, Spirals."
"Snips, you're not stuttering."
"I'm concentrating really hard," he answered.
They gazed at the other, smiling, his hands on her face and her arms around him.
"Oh, stop it!" Narcissa snapped. "Either quit it or take it out to the bushes!"
Martis pulled away from Sev and her face sombered up into a fine mask of sympathy. "Oh, Narcissa, I am sooooo sorry you didn't make the team."
Narcissa sneered as she settled on a couch. "Shut your hole. I'm simply too refined for the violence of Quidditch."
Sev rolled his eyes. "Pity. I recall Malfoy being quite ... excited about you flying around out there."
She pursed her lips which quickly became a demure smile. "Indeed? Thank you for informing me, Severus."
She got up and left them alone again. Martis giggled and hugged his chest. "What shall we do to celebrate?" she asked. "Eat lots of Cornish Pixie Stix, prank Black and his Whores, or you dragging me into those bushes?"
Sev's eyes widened and he pulled away. "Whu-whu-whu - "
"Kidding! Kidding!" she insisted. "You really need to lighten up again."
"S-S-S-Sorry!" he stuttered.
She brushed hair out of his face. "It's all right, Snips. I like you as you are."
A throat cleared and the two friends separated. Everyone in the room quieted as Professor Penderdandis folded his arms. "Now that the team has been selected this year, I expect you to win the Quidditch Cup this time. That means practice as much as possible, understand?"
"Yes, sir!" the Slytherin Quidditch team cried.
"And that goes double for you, Miss Vox," he added as he approached her. "I trust you'll drop your silly pranks this year?"
She shrugged. "No promises on the pranks, but I will guide the team to victory."
He smirked, pushing up his pince-nez glasses. "I believe you will, Miss Vox." He lowered his voice as he turned. "Don't tell them I said that. I'll deny everything."
Martis grinned and hugged Sev around the waist.
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In the Gryffindor dorms, James Potter was not so happy.
"You're still a Chaser, Prongs," Lupin reminded them. "You can always try out for Seeker next year."
"I know," Potter sighed. "I just had my hopes on it, y'know? Maybe it'll get Lily Evans' attention."
"Not worth it," Pettigrew stated. "All girls are trouble."
"Some more than others," Black added.
"But some are worth it, James," Lupin finished.
Potter nodded, grinning again. "You're right, Moony old chap. There's always next year."
Black pulled his hair back. "Now, Prongs, we've got to come up with some strategies to throw off Slytherin. They're going to be trouble this year, I just know it."
"How right you are."
-End-