Sorry this is so short!
Messalina Lucien frowned into her toast. It was the Slytherin-Gryffindor Quidditch match in a half hour and she was quivering with nervous energy.
"Lina eat-" Fabian began, picking up a piece of toast and pushing it against her closed mouth.
"You have to-"
"Or you'll pass out on your broom-"
"And die!" Gideon finished, flailing his arms and hitting a third year in the face.
"I doubt that I'll pass out with the amount of food I ate last night." She mock glared Fabian who grinned.
"I don't recall dragging you to the kitchens, you came of your free will."
"You know I love bacon, and you just had to go on a rant about how you were going to get a platter of it."
"Then here have some!" Gideon waved the plate of it front of her and she took a piece but didn't eat it. When Fabian noticed he grabbed the meat and shoved it into her slightly open mouth laughing when he saw her eyes bulge out in surprise. She chewed slowly glowering at the grinning redhead in front of her.
"Well we ought to get down to the pitch!" Fabian cried as he got up, yanking Messalina off the bench and pulling her out of the Great Hall.
"GRYFFINDOR! GRYFFINDOR!" Messalina smiled excitedly as the Gryffindor Quidditch team exited the locker room. People were on every side cheering and yelling out the teams names.
"Ready for this Lucien?" James asked and Messalina turned to smile at him.
"'Course I am Potter are you?" She retorted watching as he smirked at her.
"Born ready-"
"Let's kick some Slytherin arse!" Sirius butted in looking extremely furious. His younger brother Regulus had been made Slytherin's seeker, and everyone knew Sirius couldn't wait to wipe the floor with his brother's team. It was the last Quidditch team of the year, determining who won the Quidditch Cup. Gryffindor was ahead by ten points and Slytherin was in second.
"And the Gryffindor team: Captains, seventh years and beaters Fabian and Gideon Prewett, chasers and fifth years Sirius Black-" The cheering increased ten fold and Sirius grinned wolfishly. "James Potter and Messalina Lucien. Keeper and sixth year Benjy Fenwick and seeker and seventh year Caradoc Dearborn!"
"Ready Lucien?" Caradoc asked.
"Why does everyone keep asking me this? Of course I'm ready I'm a Prewett." She smiled at the handsome seventh year, trying to hide her blush that she knew would be on her cheeks.
"Not a real Prewett an honorary one, there's no one this ugly in our family." Gideon stage whispered and Messalina rolled her eyes knowing that she was blushing.
"And the Slytherin team," Peter began far less enthusiastically. "Captain, seventh year and keeper Lucius Malfoy. Fourth year seeker Regulus Black, brother of Sirius Black. Seventh year beaters Augustus Rookwood and Antonin Dolohov, Messalina Lucien's cousin. Chasers: sixth year Evan Rosier, fifth year Rabastan Lestrange and fourth year Thorfinn Rowle."
Messalina laughed at the look on her cousin's face when he was introduced as her cousin. Madame Hooch called them all together and before Messalina knew it the game had begun.
James had the quaffle and threw it to Sirius, ducking as a bludger was aimed at his head. Sirius chucked the quaffle at Messalina who raced towards Lucius Malfoy. Malfoy looked scared as the brunette sped towards him as fast as her school broom would allow her to go. Everyone on the Slytherin team knew of Lucien's hatred and aggression when it came to Slytherins. She stopped directly in front of him and cracking her neck grinning insanely before feigning throwing the quaffle into the left hoop. When Malfoy moved to lunge towards the hoop she threw it easily into the right hoops.
"Good one Malfoy." She laughed and rode away, the Gryffindor team cheering loudly. 10-0
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It was 100-80 Gryffindor, with Dearborn on orders to catch the snitch. Messalina threw the quaffle into the center hoop to the glare of Lucius Malfoy who nodded the Slytherin stands.
"LINA!" Someone behind her screamed and as Messalina turned around something she felt like she was getting shredded. Watching in terror she saw her flesh slicing and blood squirting out of her body. She coughed a few times, blood flying from her mouth onto Lucius Malfoy's pale face. Her head felt light and she felt herself slipping off the broom but couldn't grab the broom. She fell the hundred feet hitting the ground lighter than she should have thanks to an unknown force. As the Quidditch team raced towards her she felt herself shaking uncontrollably.
Fabian and Gideon reached her first as she felt her face, her fingers feeling the shredding skin on her face. Crimson blood soaked through her Quidditch robes and although most of her body was cut her face was by far the worst. She was sobbing and shrieking when Madame Pomfrey reached her.
"STOP! STOP! LEAVE ME ALONE! LET ME GO! WHAT'VE I DONE?" As Madame Pomfrey began to work quickly on the brunette Messalina saw people rushing onto the pitch and surrounding her as she screamed.
"Vulnera Sanentur,"Madame Pomfrey sang, her voice breaking slightly. The Lucien girl was a rather kind girl if she liked you, and actually did what the woman told her to do to get better. "Get me a stretcher, now!"
The woman levitated the brunette onto the stretcher, Messalina continuing to shriek the whole while. The crowd was silent, staring at the blood that was glistening on the grass and dripping off the stretcher. The blood soaked broom laid snapped in half in the grass.
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