Drea sat down in her usual seat at the very end of the Gryffindor table and
started shoveling food onto her plate. Though she was not hungry, she
forced herself to eat a few measly sausages and some potatoes. After she
finished, she realized that she was one of 4 people up this early and at
breakfast.
"This is going to be bad..." She sighed to herself, tapping her fork hollowly against the pewter plate.
Suddenly she realized that she was not yet dressed or even remotely ready for her Quidditch match. Shaking her head, she reached beneath her robes and pulled out a gold and red hair tie, then proceeded to pull her hair back into a tight pony tail. Today's match was bound to be a dirty one. Everyone knew that the Slytherin team never played clean.
Suddenly the magnificent doors leading into the great hall swung open and in marched none other than her new boyfriend and his gang of followers. He smiled once he saw her and of course took the open seat next to her.
"Morning Gorgeous. Ready to play?" Sirius asked while filling up his plate with everything on the table.
"I suppose." Drea replied simply, now looking down at her plate. She was seriously unsure about this match. She knew what a powerful wizard her brother had become, but also how ruthless as well.
"I reckon its time for my usual pep talk now." Remus stated, letting his presence now be known to the table.
Drea looked up and smiled at him. She always enjoyed Remus's pep talks, they were what made her the player she was.
"Right. Go on now. Pep me up." She said, now resting her chin on her hands.
"Alright. I prepared this one specially. Drea. You are a fantastic chaser, but you already knew that. The only thing that could possibly go wrong with this match today is if you let the fact that you are playing your brother ( Who despises Sirius and James) affect how you play. Now.... I suggest that you play with all the vigor and aggressiveness that you usually do, and leave it up to Sirius to knock the bloody hell out of your brother and the rest of his team. I know you can do it, in fact I have seen you do it before, therefore I know you can do it again. So... in conclusion.... Play your game and not his and you will do fine." Remus smiled once he finished and reached across the table to pat her arm.
Drea smiled greatly and thanked him. "You always know the right thing to say Remus. I must say, that was one of your better speeches. You know for a while there, they were some what lacking the peppiness they used to exude."
Drea turned to Sirius and grinned at him almost in a devilish sort of way. He returned the favor and gingerly put his arm around her in a playful way.
"Did I miss something?" a new voice said from behind the couple. A plump sandy blonde hair boy sat down beside serious and gave a grin to the rest of the table.
"Peter, mate, good to have you back. How is that mother of yours? Better I hope." James answered, looking at the boy in front of him.
Peter Pettigrew had left the week before to visit his poor old mother, who seemed to be having health problems as of recently. He was the 4th and final member of the gang that Sirius was apart of.
"She is fine, just missed me I guess. Sorry I was away for so long. Looks like I missed a rather big development." Peter said, now munching down potatoes as well.
"Oh... This is my new girlfriend Drea. She's a friend of Remus's." Sirius stated gloatingly, seeming as though he was very proud of this statement.
Drea looked at Peter Pettigrew with an even face. She neither liked nor disliked him. She really only saw him as the rather magically challenged boy she had to put up with in transfiguration.
"Hello." She said simply.
"'lo" he replied in almost a disheveled manor.
Sirius was now talking with James about one thing or another and Remus had taken to making a castle out of his toast and jam. Drea felt uncomfortable. She wasn't used to having mates to sit and chat with at meal times.
"Right then, Sirius, Drea, are you ready to go?" James asked, standing up out of his seat.
"Yes." Sirius and Drea replied in unison, also standing up.
"Remus, Peter, see you at the match?" Sirius asked, grinning at them in an almost suspicious way.
"Of course.." peter said slowly. "Why wouldn't-"
"Wouldn't miss it!" Remus interjected, cutting off Peter. He would have to explain all of this to him later, when Drea wasn't around to over hear.
James and Sirius nodded, giving the other 2 boys foolish grins, then turned around and began to walk, Drea with them. They walked down through the grounds until they reached the locker rooms. They walked in and Drea veered off from the 2 boys into her side of the changing room. She opened her storage locker and pulled out all her playing gear. Slowly she took off her school robes and put on her Quidditch robes, then her arm pads and gloves.
Her stomach was in knots and she felt as if she was going to vomit at any given time. She new why she was nervous about this particular match, but she cared not to express her feelings. Sirius would be fine. He could face her brother, couldn't he?
She took down her long hair once again and brushed it out with the comb she kept in her locker. Flipping her head over quickly, she pulled all of her hair up into a tight ponytail on top of her head. She had forgotten how long her hair really was until she realized that it reached well past her shoulders and stopped at the small of her back. She thought perhaps that she might needs to braid it or something, but dismissed the idea and continued getting ready.
Finally she pulled her goggles over her hair and let them rest on her forehead. She was ready to play and ready to show her brother that it was not his life, but hers.
"This is going to be bad..." She sighed to herself, tapping her fork hollowly against the pewter plate.
Suddenly she realized that she was not yet dressed or even remotely ready for her Quidditch match. Shaking her head, she reached beneath her robes and pulled out a gold and red hair tie, then proceeded to pull her hair back into a tight pony tail. Today's match was bound to be a dirty one. Everyone knew that the Slytherin team never played clean.
Suddenly the magnificent doors leading into the great hall swung open and in marched none other than her new boyfriend and his gang of followers. He smiled once he saw her and of course took the open seat next to her.
"Morning Gorgeous. Ready to play?" Sirius asked while filling up his plate with everything on the table.
"I suppose." Drea replied simply, now looking down at her plate. She was seriously unsure about this match. She knew what a powerful wizard her brother had become, but also how ruthless as well.
"I reckon its time for my usual pep talk now." Remus stated, letting his presence now be known to the table.
Drea looked up and smiled at him. She always enjoyed Remus's pep talks, they were what made her the player she was.
"Right. Go on now. Pep me up." She said, now resting her chin on her hands.
"Alright. I prepared this one specially. Drea. You are a fantastic chaser, but you already knew that. The only thing that could possibly go wrong with this match today is if you let the fact that you are playing your brother ( Who despises Sirius and James) affect how you play. Now.... I suggest that you play with all the vigor and aggressiveness that you usually do, and leave it up to Sirius to knock the bloody hell out of your brother and the rest of his team. I know you can do it, in fact I have seen you do it before, therefore I know you can do it again. So... in conclusion.... Play your game and not his and you will do fine." Remus smiled once he finished and reached across the table to pat her arm.
Drea smiled greatly and thanked him. "You always know the right thing to say Remus. I must say, that was one of your better speeches. You know for a while there, they were some what lacking the peppiness they used to exude."
Drea turned to Sirius and grinned at him almost in a devilish sort of way. He returned the favor and gingerly put his arm around her in a playful way.
"Did I miss something?" a new voice said from behind the couple. A plump sandy blonde hair boy sat down beside serious and gave a grin to the rest of the table.
"Peter, mate, good to have you back. How is that mother of yours? Better I hope." James answered, looking at the boy in front of him.
Peter Pettigrew had left the week before to visit his poor old mother, who seemed to be having health problems as of recently. He was the 4th and final member of the gang that Sirius was apart of.
"She is fine, just missed me I guess. Sorry I was away for so long. Looks like I missed a rather big development." Peter said, now munching down potatoes as well.
"Oh... This is my new girlfriend Drea. She's a friend of Remus's." Sirius stated gloatingly, seeming as though he was very proud of this statement.
Drea looked at Peter Pettigrew with an even face. She neither liked nor disliked him. She really only saw him as the rather magically challenged boy she had to put up with in transfiguration.
"Hello." She said simply.
"'lo" he replied in almost a disheveled manor.
Sirius was now talking with James about one thing or another and Remus had taken to making a castle out of his toast and jam. Drea felt uncomfortable. She wasn't used to having mates to sit and chat with at meal times.
"Right then, Sirius, Drea, are you ready to go?" James asked, standing up out of his seat.
"Yes." Sirius and Drea replied in unison, also standing up.
"Remus, Peter, see you at the match?" Sirius asked, grinning at them in an almost suspicious way.
"Of course.." peter said slowly. "Why wouldn't-"
"Wouldn't miss it!" Remus interjected, cutting off Peter. He would have to explain all of this to him later, when Drea wasn't around to over hear.
James and Sirius nodded, giving the other 2 boys foolish grins, then turned around and began to walk, Drea with them. They walked down through the grounds until they reached the locker rooms. They walked in and Drea veered off from the 2 boys into her side of the changing room. She opened her storage locker and pulled out all her playing gear. Slowly she took off her school robes and put on her Quidditch robes, then her arm pads and gloves.
Her stomach was in knots and she felt as if she was going to vomit at any given time. She new why she was nervous about this particular match, but she cared not to express her feelings. Sirius would be fine. He could face her brother, couldn't he?
She took down her long hair once again and brushed it out with the comb she kept in her locker. Flipping her head over quickly, she pulled all of her hair up into a tight ponytail on top of her head. She had forgotten how long her hair really was until she realized that it reached well past her shoulders and stopped at the small of her back. She thought perhaps that she might needs to braid it or something, but dismissed the idea and continued getting ready.
Finally she pulled her goggles over her hair and let them rest on her forehead. She was ready to play and ready to show her brother that it was not his life, but hers.