Disclaimer: Both of them are crazy! Now they're trying to buy the insane
asylum! Stupid stupid people who don't own Harry Potter!
Dreah: Shut your trap evil ducky! Talia, how are the insane asylum stocks doing today?
Talia: Fairly good, we should be able to buy it in.... Two years!
Chapter 12: Game time
Dreah and Talia groggily complained as they let Harry drag them from the SLYTHERIN common room to the quidditch pitch at four o'clock on a Saturday! "What's wrong Potter? The game doesn't start until seven! We're going to get good seats. Don't worry" Dreah snarled. "You two are on the team! We can't let our star chaser and beater miss the pre-game pep talk!" Harry said. Talia and Dreah groaned, pre-game pep talk? "But we didn't even know that we were on the team until. Well, now!" Talia complained. "Well I was going to tell you the day that I taught you how to fly but Malfoy kind of crashed the party." He explained. They groaned again. "But what will we wear?" Dreah asked. "We can't go play quidditch in our school uniforms!" Talia told Harry. "Your team uniforms are in your locker in the change room." "We have lockers in the change room? Already!? Potter, you are one odd child." Dreah pointed out.
After three hours of "pre-game pep talk" and strategies, the whole Gryffindor team was. Well bored to death! Ron was snoring on Hermione's shoulder (she came to wish him good luck), Talia and Dreah were talking non- stop about Talia's date coming up, Ginny and Mark Freeman (the other chasers) were staring at Harry (Mark because he couldn't believe how much Harry could babble on about nothing and Ginny because, well she was OBSESSED!), Gwen Pears was banging her head against the wall. And of course Harry was chattering on like a lunatic on perfecting moves and dodging sneaky Slytherins. He had obviously taken a leaf out of Wood's boring book.
Suddenly Dreah jumped up and screamed "Let's go kick some Slytherin butt! We will DESTROY THEM!" Ron woke up with a start, Talia punched her fist in the air and started chanting "kill 'em kill 'em", Ginny and Mark gave each other high fives and Gwen looked up and then started banging her head again, and Harry just plain stared. "A little enthusiastic to be kicking your own house's behind, aren't you Riddle?" he asked suspiciously. "HECK YEAH! I mean, Gryffindor is my house too! And I say I represent it! Besides, a little competition never hurt anybody. Except that bloke who tried to kill the opposing team for the '97 world cup and got sent to Azkaban." Dreah replied. So the Gryffindor team shouldered their brooms and walked into the game.
"It's game time here at Hogwarts and it's the first quidditch game of the season! And everyone knows that Gryffindor is going to kick Slytherin's a-"Leah Jordon (Lee Jordon's cousin) started commentating. Professor McGonaggle gave the young black haired witch a stern look. "-sk your mum what it's called"
They let the balls out and the game was on! Dreah and Talia gave Draco an evil glare as they flew past him. "And it's Treves with the quaffle! She passes it to Weasley, then to Freeman, Weasley again, Treves, Treves has got it! AND SHE SCORES! 10 to nothing for Gryffindor!" Leah screamed excitedly. "OUCH! AND MALFOY GETS PLOUGHED OVER BY A BLUDGER SENT OVER BY HIS OWN HOUSE MATE DREAH RIDDLE! THAT HAD TO HURT!" Dreah smirked and waved innocently at Draco, who cursed rather loudly and went higher, looking for the snitch.
The game went on like this for quite a while. Slytherin never actually getting the quaffle (weird). When amazingly enough, they did! "And I can't believe it! Goyle knocks out Weasley who drops the quaffle! Only to be picked up by Zabini! Get on his a- I mean tail Treves! No! No! Ten points to Slytherin, the slimy cheating no good bi-. Sorry Professor! I know it's my first day and all but don't hurt me!" Leah exclaimed, running away from McGonaggle with the mic. "The keeper Weasley tosses it to Treves. Who, misses? Riddle swerves in from behind, and passes it back to Treves? Is it legal for a beater to do that? Treves is.........The the heck! She's doing a flip! In mid air! And she's throwing it in mid flip! This is absolutely bloody brilliant people! SHE SCORES!" "And wait! Wait, it's all over folks! Harry Potter has caught the snitch! As usual! GO HARRY IT'S YOUR BIRTHDAY! WOOT! PARTY IN THE GRYFFINDOR COMMON ROOM TONIGHT! DON'T MISS IT FOLKS! I'M SELLING TICKETS TO OTHER HOUSES FOR TEN SICKLES! HEY! OUCH, I DIDN'T MEAN IT MCGONAGGLE!"
Dreah landed and patted Harry on the back (which was the weirdest thing ever, her father would've killed her. She wondered if he'd finally been killed by Lucius, for he hadn't written her in a while. Oh well) and then ran over to the Slytherin team. Just before he could walk into the Slytherin change rooms she grabbed the hood of Draco's quidditch uniform. "And where do you think you're going?" she asked in a superior voice. "Yeah, yeah. You won Riddle. Don't have to get your knickers in a knot!" Malfoy spat bitterly. "You lost, as usual and predicted. So I'll be looking forward to the next match." Dreah smirked. "I bet you would you wench." "EXCUSE ME!?" Dreah exclaimed, her wand at the ready. "You heard me. Or are you going to tell me it wasn't you in the common room I kissed last week?" Draco asked. Dreah could've sworn that he actually sounded hurt! But she thought the better of it and said "I have no idea what you're talking about you blind git. You must've been drunk." She said, wand stuck in his right cheek. "Yeah, drunk on you. You tasty little wench." He said lustfully as he backed her up into a wall of a stand. Dreah stomped on his foot and pointed her wand at Malfoy. A blinding flash later Malfoy was.......Burping up slugs! Yes, she finally gave him the curse he had wiggled out of so fortunately a few years ago. "Eat slugs Malfoy" she said (very original.) and sauntered off.
Dreah: Shut your trap evil ducky! Talia, how are the insane asylum stocks doing today?
Talia: Fairly good, we should be able to buy it in.... Two years!
Chapter 12: Game time
Dreah and Talia groggily complained as they let Harry drag them from the SLYTHERIN common room to the quidditch pitch at four o'clock on a Saturday! "What's wrong Potter? The game doesn't start until seven! We're going to get good seats. Don't worry" Dreah snarled. "You two are on the team! We can't let our star chaser and beater miss the pre-game pep talk!" Harry said. Talia and Dreah groaned, pre-game pep talk? "But we didn't even know that we were on the team until. Well, now!" Talia complained. "Well I was going to tell you the day that I taught you how to fly but Malfoy kind of crashed the party." He explained. They groaned again. "But what will we wear?" Dreah asked. "We can't go play quidditch in our school uniforms!" Talia told Harry. "Your team uniforms are in your locker in the change room." "We have lockers in the change room? Already!? Potter, you are one odd child." Dreah pointed out.
After three hours of "pre-game pep talk" and strategies, the whole Gryffindor team was. Well bored to death! Ron was snoring on Hermione's shoulder (she came to wish him good luck), Talia and Dreah were talking non- stop about Talia's date coming up, Ginny and Mark Freeman (the other chasers) were staring at Harry (Mark because he couldn't believe how much Harry could babble on about nothing and Ginny because, well she was OBSESSED!), Gwen Pears was banging her head against the wall. And of course Harry was chattering on like a lunatic on perfecting moves and dodging sneaky Slytherins. He had obviously taken a leaf out of Wood's boring book.
Suddenly Dreah jumped up and screamed "Let's go kick some Slytherin butt! We will DESTROY THEM!" Ron woke up with a start, Talia punched her fist in the air and started chanting "kill 'em kill 'em", Ginny and Mark gave each other high fives and Gwen looked up and then started banging her head again, and Harry just plain stared. "A little enthusiastic to be kicking your own house's behind, aren't you Riddle?" he asked suspiciously. "HECK YEAH! I mean, Gryffindor is my house too! And I say I represent it! Besides, a little competition never hurt anybody. Except that bloke who tried to kill the opposing team for the '97 world cup and got sent to Azkaban." Dreah replied. So the Gryffindor team shouldered their brooms and walked into the game.
"It's game time here at Hogwarts and it's the first quidditch game of the season! And everyone knows that Gryffindor is going to kick Slytherin's a-"Leah Jordon (Lee Jordon's cousin) started commentating. Professor McGonaggle gave the young black haired witch a stern look. "-sk your mum what it's called"
They let the balls out and the game was on! Dreah and Talia gave Draco an evil glare as they flew past him. "And it's Treves with the quaffle! She passes it to Weasley, then to Freeman, Weasley again, Treves, Treves has got it! AND SHE SCORES! 10 to nothing for Gryffindor!" Leah screamed excitedly. "OUCH! AND MALFOY GETS PLOUGHED OVER BY A BLUDGER SENT OVER BY HIS OWN HOUSE MATE DREAH RIDDLE! THAT HAD TO HURT!" Dreah smirked and waved innocently at Draco, who cursed rather loudly and went higher, looking for the snitch.
The game went on like this for quite a while. Slytherin never actually getting the quaffle (weird). When amazingly enough, they did! "And I can't believe it! Goyle knocks out Weasley who drops the quaffle! Only to be picked up by Zabini! Get on his a- I mean tail Treves! No! No! Ten points to Slytherin, the slimy cheating no good bi-. Sorry Professor! I know it's my first day and all but don't hurt me!" Leah exclaimed, running away from McGonaggle with the mic. "The keeper Weasley tosses it to Treves. Who, misses? Riddle swerves in from behind, and passes it back to Treves? Is it legal for a beater to do that? Treves is.........The the heck! She's doing a flip! In mid air! And she's throwing it in mid flip! This is absolutely bloody brilliant people! SHE SCORES!" "And wait! Wait, it's all over folks! Harry Potter has caught the snitch! As usual! GO HARRY IT'S YOUR BIRTHDAY! WOOT! PARTY IN THE GRYFFINDOR COMMON ROOM TONIGHT! DON'T MISS IT FOLKS! I'M SELLING TICKETS TO OTHER HOUSES FOR TEN SICKLES! HEY! OUCH, I DIDN'T MEAN IT MCGONAGGLE!"
Dreah landed and patted Harry on the back (which was the weirdest thing ever, her father would've killed her. She wondered if he'd finally been killed by Lucius, for he hadn't written her in a while. Oh well) and then ran over to the Slytherin team. Just before he could walk into the Slytherin change rooms she grabbed the hood of Draco's quidditch uniform. "And where do you think you're going?" she asked in a superior voice. "Yeah, yeah. You won Riddle. Don't have to get your knickers in a knot!" Malfoy spat bitterly. "You lost, as usual and predicted. So I'll be looking forward to the next match." Dreah smirked. "I bet you would you wench." "EXCUSE ME!?" Dreah exclaimed, her wand at the ready. "You heard me. Or are you going to tell me it wasn't you in the common room I kissed last week?" Draco asked. Dreah could've sworn that he actually sounded hurt! But she thought the better of it and said "I have no idea what you're talking about you blind git. You must've been drunk." She said, wand stuck in his right cheek. "Yeah, drunk on you. You tasty little wench." He said lustfully as he backed her up into a wall of a stand. Dreah stomped on his foot and pointed her wand at Malfoy. A blinding flash later Malfoy was.......Burping up slugs! Yes, she finally gave him the curse he had wiggled out of so fortunately a few years ago. "Eat slugs Malfoy" she said (very original.) and sauntered off.