Trinymphs - Chapter Eleven - Anything You Can Do, They Can Do Better (Disclaimer on my profile)
Crack! Before anyone else could move the guy with the wooden sword had gotten to Alex, who ducked. His sword hit the post she had been standing in front of and he stumbled backward, Alex swung her own wooden sword at the guys feet. They continued to fight for a minute, then he said something like, "Very good, no openings," in a tone like a teacher who was impressed with their pupil. Which was, after all, what he was. He had to admit, for the short time she had been there, Alex had learnt her swordsmanship very well.
Dominic scoffed, "The Earth folk like to act like medieval royalty, they've even stuck to the same fighting methods. And there you were, all worried over a training session."
After the eventful first months of school normal classes felt easy, even with Chelsea and Alex as behind as they were. Alex didn't come back until the middle of November. She would only agree to come back after she had learnt to control the powers she had, being an Earth Nymph, as she was.
Melissa was happy for her sisters, learning to do all this new stuff, but couldn't help wondering why she hadn't shown any evidence of new powers yet. But she took comfort in the fact that at least she was well ahead of her sisters in terms of witchcraft, and redoubled her efforts in class.
In the weeks after Chelsea got to Hogwarts she became one of the few Slytherins with friends in Gryffindor. Namely, her sister and Katie Bell, their obsession with Quidditch bringing them together. This--
"Gryffindor are going to be pummelled this match!"
"No. Way. Your keeper is pretty good, but your seeker couldn't catch the snitch if it was the size of the quaffle and the speed of a snail, and frankly I think some of your chasers are on crack."
"Well as long as that Fern girl is chaser you have no chance. She can barely fly let alone score."
--Was what the pre-game discussion of the match consisted of. And really, for Melissa and Alex at least, it was lucky that they'd be beaten up for sitting together. That way they didn't have to endure the other two mocking each other when their respective teams slipped up. Which happened a lot...
Charlie Weasley and one of the Gryffindor chasers had left two years before, and unfortunately all of the chasers and seekers who tried out were awful. Fern Aporro, the Slytherin chaser, dragged down the other two chasers. Luckily for them one of the Gryffindor chasers, Lulu something, dragged their other two chasers down. Which resulted in the score being dead even all game. The game went on for hours until the commentator, Lee Jordan, finally mentioned where the snitch was and both seekers went zooming towards it. No one tried to stop them, they just wanted the game to end.
It was the cleanest game Slytherin had ever played, as they were busy trying to make up for the goals Angelina and Alicia made when Lulu didn't manage to mess them up. The only memorable point was when Fred Weasley and Nikkei Stein, one of the Slytherin beaters, hit a bludger at each other at the same time and had to dive out of the way as they both rebounded back at them.
Katie and Lyssa met Chelsea at the lake after lunch for a post game analysis, which consisted of Katie and Chelsea arguing over whose team sucked most, and Melissa reading a library book.
"Did you see Warrington?! He nearly collided with the goal posts, he's awful!"
"Did you see him two seconds later when he scored? If he's that awful then your keeper must be retarded. And what about your chaser flying away and screaming when the quaffle was passed to her!?"
"Okay, so we have one bad player--"
"--At least two!--" interjected Chelsea.
"--Fine, two. But Slytherin have several."
The bickering continued for about an hour. "Gee, I wonder why Alex didn't want to come..." Lyssa muttered sarcastically.
"Yeah, why is that?" Chelsea mused when she heard her. "Eh, who cares. Anyway..." the analysis continued.
It just so happened that Alex had a reason for not sitting by the lake with her sisters and their friend. Not that she would have gone if she hadn't...
Alex had gone to the library with another Slytherin girl in their dorm to do the essay professor Flitwick had assigned them. Or rather, they were in the library trying to convince someone to do their essays for them. They were just trying to decide on who... They were Slytherins after all.
A house partially known for being resourceful.
... What did you think I meant? You thought I was referring to Slytherins being brutes? Why of course not, dear reader.
But unfortunately, no one would do the essay, so Alex and her friend, Holly, had to stay after class with Professor Flitwick. He asked why they hadn't done their homework. They gave an excuse, yada yada, the whole student-teacher-homework rap.
Mind you, it was rather harder to think of an excuse as neither of them had a dog...
Their five minute chat made them late for their next class, Defence Against the Dark Arts. The teacher was Professor Copper. Filling in for Professor Quirrel while he was off gallivanting. Professor Copper was a creepy son-uva-bitch. Fifty years old with a bad toupee, Sage Riven Copper was a Slytherin Alumni, and had been the only muggle born to ever be in Slytherin.
Everyone suspected him constantly getting beaten up in school had resulted in some hardcore brain damage.