Someday, I will own something of great value. This will not be Harry Potter, as J K Rowling already owns it.
Quidditch Practice
It was well into breakfast by the time Ryua saw any of her teammates. Later in the season, she'd start waking them up to take advantage of the empty pitch, but for now, she'd just let them know what was coming. "So, nice to see you've finally woken up."
"Come off it, Ryua. It's early Saturday morning, what do you expect?" asked Draco, pulling a basket of croissants towards him.
"Well, let's see. You are on my quidditch team, yes?"
"Yeah," Cassie said, as she shoved a plate of pancakes at Ashley, who looked like she'd rather sleep than eat.
"Well, that generally means you'll have to do quidditch practice too." Ryua said, eating a bunch of grapes. "And because there are three other teams using the pitch, we'll have to be aggressive in getting our time."
"Does this mean we can sabotage the other teams?" Puecy asked, just entering the conversation.
"No!" Ryua said, vehemently. "We can't do anything that will get any of us expelled or kicked off the team, or even in detention. It gets in the way of quidditch practice."
"You're no fun," Draco grumbled, spreading strawberry jam on a croissant.
"So, are you hinting that you'd like us to practice this afternoon?" Ashley said, grumpily watching Cassie pour maple syrup over the plate of pancakes, sausages, French toast, fruit salad, and scrambled eggs she'd given her. Cassie, who never seemed to stop eating, spent much of her time trying to convince people to eat a 'decent meal'.
"No, because Gryffindor's beat us to it. I checked."
"So… let's go bug them!" Cassie said, now filling up Pucey's plate.
Draco grinned. "Maybe you aren't so bad after all, Darkwind,"
"Thanks," she said dryly, flicking a piece of orange peel at him.
"Okay. Just, get some homework done first, alright? If your marks drop too much, the school kicks you off the team." Ryua said, feeding Parsyl a piece of bacon.
She suited action to words later on, working in a hallway on the south facing side of the courtyard to catch the sun. There were chairs and little tables set out for that exact reason, and Ryua relished the warm, bright light washing over her.
She'd polished off about half her homework when she realized she'd have to stop and change the bandage on her hand. It was doing better now, although she probably shouldn't be writing with it. Ah, well, it's about time to stop for lunch anyway. Ryua doubted that any of her team sitting so nicely in a group had done much homework, but oh well. "Ready to go intimidate the Gryffindors?"
"Better believe it," said Draco with an evil grin.
"Just remember, you can't touch them, their brooms, or anything else. We'd get in too much trouble over that."
"Alright, alright…"
Of course, Pansy's little group had to tag along. Which meant this was turning into a much more elaborate expedition than Ryua had expected. They couldn't just go to bug Ron, or jeer at Harry, or something like that, no… they had to involve the whole house. Which also meant that she only had control over six of them. Lovely.
To make up for it, every time one of her team said something she thought was out of line, she kicked, smacked, or otherwise prodded them into silence. Especially Draco, he seemed determined to ride Ron about his broom. "What's that Weasley's riding? Why would anyone put a flying charm on a mouldy old log like that?" he called across the pitch. His yelp of pain as Ryua's foot hit him in the back of the head was muffled by laughter, but she felt better at least trying to subdue her team.
She wished Ron would at least try not to make such a fool of himself though. After Katie Bell's nose started gushing blood at an impressive rate because of Ron's overenthusiastic pass, Pansy started up a cheer. When Ryua turned to smack her too, she just smirked and said, "Ah ah ah! No touching a prefect, Ryua. You don't have any authority over me!"
Glowering, Ryua sunk down in her seat, and contented herself with imagining curse effects. Not that she had to wait much longer, as Bell fainted before long, signaling the end of the practice session. As soon as she saw the last of the Gryffindors touch down, she stood up and yelled, "Alright then! If you think you can do so much better, let's see you on those brooms! NOW!"
Cassie, Draco, and Pucey jumped, and the other three started moving just about as fast. "Now, Pansy," Ryua said sweetly as her team descended to their change rooms. "I'm afraid you'll be too much of a distraction to my team, if you stay here with your little entourage. So, if you'll please leave?"
"You can't order me around!" the heavier girl growled, pulling herself up to her full height, two inches taller than Ryua.
Ryua wasn't the least bit impressed. She'd seen way, way worse than Pansy. "No, but I have full authority over my team, and their training. This includes making sure we have the pitch to ourselves during training sessions if I think it necessary."
Pansy just glowered. She opened her mouth to say something, but didn't get farther than, "You…"
"If you have any objections, I'm sure you could bring it up with someone like Professor Snape. Only the teachers can change quidditch rules." Ryua skipped down the stairs, leaving a fuming Pansy plotting revenge on the stairs.
Author's note: Someone said earlier that I wrote my chapter too short. This is because I've had trouble with a few chapters who wouldn' tbe the two or three they were supposed ot split into. It just depends which chapter I'm writing, and how sleepy I am...
