"The first match is tomorrow and we don't have a seeker," whined Andrew to the rest of the team. Six members were standing in the middle of the pitch soaked to their skin. Rain pelted the stands overhead and Sirius and James could barely make out their friends in the stands. "We need another back up seeker," he finished.
"Where do we find one?" asked Carol, a beater.
"From the tryouts, and from the previous year," Andrew replied. He turned to Sirius, "where's your girlfriend?"
"Huh?" replied Sirius.
"The Dumbledore with the blue hair?" he said impatiently.
"Firstly, she is not my girlfriend, and secondly, she's in the stands," he replied, red in the face.
"I'll go get her," offered James, whose main concern was to get away from the sheer awkwardness of Sirius dating his sister. Mounting his broom, he turned to Andrew, saluted and flew into the thick curtain of rain towards his friends.
"Oi, Demi! Grab your broom. We need a seeker and you're in!" he shouted.
"What?" Demi replied, shocked.
"Are you deaf? I said 'Grab –" he started.
"I heard you the first time," she responded. "Accio Broomstick" she yelled and a few seconds later, everyone in the Quidditch Pitch could make out a fuzzy outline of a broom making it's way to the stands. Demi jumped on and soared down to the rest of the team.
"What do you think they want?" asked Lily curiously as the team huddled below.
"New seeker, I suppose" replied Peter, biting his nails in excitement.
Back to the rest of the team . . . .
"You understand the tactics then?" Andrew asked once more.
"I got it Andrew, don't worry about me," Demi replied. She tied up her hair quickly and mounted her broom.
Sirius nudged James as they both mounted their brooms, " looks like we got the team back."
"James smiled excitedly, "yes, yes we did" he muttered before heading up to meet Andrew.
Sirius shouldered his bat before soaring up to meet Carol.
The day of the game . . . . .
"Welcome to the second match of the season, Gryffindor versus Ravenclaw" said Shannon Grey, a Gryffindor student in charge of the commentary. Her dark chocolate skin shone against the grey sky and cornrows whipped across her face along with the wind.
Madam Hooch stepped out to the middle of the field, where the opposing sides stood clutching their brooms. "I want a nice, clean game, from all of you." She grabbed her broom in her left, and raised a whistle to her mouth with the right. With a loud blast, all fifteen people clambered on to their brooms and soared into the sky.
"For Gryffindor, we have Schmit, Wallace, Pretre, Potter, Archer, Black, and Dumbledore. For Ravenclaw we have Perry, Noah, Lee, Finnegan, Red, Harold, and Lockhart."
Demi looked up and saw Lockhart hovering directly across from her, with an angry look on his face. With another loud blast they both knew the snitch had been released.
Half and Hour Later . . . .
"Dumbledore is mving along the posts, she dodges a bludged by Harold, neat sloth grip by Finnegan, hops over Lockhart . . . snitch is near . . . GRYFFINDOR WIN!"
A swarm of red and gold moved into the stadium as the players made their way back to the ground. Demi saw Lockhart give her a nasty look (as well as a finger), before heading to the showers.
"Ignore it," said Frank and Alice, who came over to give her a hug.
Kevin made his way over to the trio, "you're on. Permanent" he yelled over the crowd.
"Really?" Demi asked.
"Yep, haven't seen a win like that since last year against Slytherin, keep it up" he smiled, moving away.
"Thanks," Demi replied, as he was swallowed out of sight.
Later that night she shared the good news with the others, who were quite supportive. However, it was Lockhart she dreaded telling.
The Hallowe'en dance
"Jesus, she's so annoying," said Kiaria as she made her way through the crowd at the Halloween dance. She was referring to Cheryl, the new girl who had just moved into the Ravenclaw girl's dormitory the following week. Cheryl had shoulder length black hair, was slightly short, and a little bit chubby. So far she managed to convince all the boys (who were oddly attracted to her) that she was some sort of genius.
"Yeah, I go to muggle school and I was taught at home. Then my mum and dad sent me here because they have to go fight off death eaters. They are so stupid," Cheryl said, twirling her fine hair around her plump fingers.
"How are they stupid? They're fighting for a good cause," said Demi, confused.
"But they are wasting their time. Voldemort will win, and when he does, I won't be able to wear pink," she replied, gesturing to her blush pink outfit.
"That'll be the biggest problem," muttered Lily.
"I heard you, and it's not my fault that you are so worried with the world. You're going to get wrinkles really quickly if you keep on moping. Just relax, like me" Cheryl smiled.
"If Voldemort doesn't kill her by then" said Alice somberly.
"Ugh, what a party pooper" said Cheryl, turning her attention back to Sirius. "So, do you have anyone to go to Hogsmeade with?"
"Er-yeah, I'm going with Diane, from Hufflepuff, sorry maybe next time?" he said, sounding somewhat sarcastic.
The others could detect this and suppressed their urge to laugh. "Okay then, I'll talk to you later," eyeing only the boys. She stood up and walked away, high heels clattering on the linoleum.
"So, seems like someone is interested," said Kiaria, smiling at Sirius, who in turn looked at Demi.
"Never going to happen. She's too fake. I like real people, no secrets," he replied laughing.
Jesus, he'd kill me if he knew, thought Demi. Glancing up at the clock she noticed the time, "Sorry guys, I've got to go meet Lockhart." She didn't notice but all the fun she'd been having throughout the dance had vanished, and her face showed it. Clearly the others had noticed this change as well.
"If you don't want to be with him, then don't" said Kiaria.
"I'm your brother and I can tell you don't like him, and you never have anything bad to say about anyone," James offered.
"Whenever you mention him, your face falls faster than a drunk man off of a bar stool after too much firewhiskey" Sirius shot.
"Well, it's my issue, I'll fix it," Demi said.
"What do you think she's going to do?" asked James.
"If I know her, it'll be something we will never forget," answered Remus.
Other side of the Hall . . .
Lockhart was standing there with a group of friends, all laughing at a joke he'd just told.
"Oi, there's you girl" said one of them, pointing at Demi who walked over and stood beside Lockhart.
"Hi, how-" Lockhart began.
"I need to talk to you alone. Please excuse us," she said, looking Lockhart in the eye.
"We're in the middle of something," Lockhart said rudely, before turning his back on her. Evidently, the game was still on his mind.
"No, we are talking now," Demi replied forcefully.
"Get your girlfriend out of here," whined one of Lockhart's female friends.
"Oh shut it, this doesn't involve you," Demi seethed.
"Hey, Miss Prissy-" the girl replied, pulling out her wand.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you," advised one of the other guys, who had received an ass-whooping from Demi a few weeks prior.
The girl turned around and walked away. Demi eyed her till she was out of sight before turning to Lockhart, "You are mad because I did what I wanted, and what I am good at. I am a better seeker, a better wizard, and a better human being. You clearly, are not. I do not want to be your girlfriend anymore. We are through."
"What? I am a bad person? You are. You didn't obey me-" he began.
"I'm not an owl, that I do exactly what it is you tell me to do," Demi spat.
"It's because you're in love with that shaggy mess of yours, isn't it?" he pointed.
"What are you talking about?" Demi responded, clearly confused.
"Sirius Black, you love him don't you?" Lockhart asked. "I don't care, go. Be with him. It doesn't matter to be. I can have anything I want, and I don't want you," he yelled.
"Dei noticed the entire hall was quiet, and people had heard the entire conversation, she looked around before looking Lockhart straight in the eye. "Don't worry, the feeling is mutual."
The entire school: "oooohhhhhhhh!"
Demi turned around, threw back her shoulders, and walked back towards her friends at the table. By the time she got there (which felt like an eternity) she was shivering, happy and jittery. "Well, that was nice and public, wasn't it?"
"Sorry about that?" said James.
"Are you alright?" asked the others.
"I broke up with someone, I'm not dying of an incurable illness. I'm fine," she laughed.
"For the record, you could do better," laughed Sirius before pulling her off her seat and dragging her to the dance floor.
Demi laughed as the made their way over, "what about your girlfriend? Won't she be mad if she sees us together?"
"Oh, I broke –"he began.
"-up with her" Demi finished. "Before you ask how I can tell, it's your tone of voice. It more of a fored natural tone, than a natural one."
"You know me too well," Sirius replied.
"That I do," Demi concluded.