Chapter Five – What To Do When Someone Calls You A Dumb Blonde

A/N: Don't own anything.

Scream.

I'll tell you the story.

As you may – or may not, if you're reading this outside Hogwarts... Unless you're PHYSCHIC...

I get distracted easily.

Ooh! Owl!

Kidding.

I'm on the Gryffindor Quidditch team. I'm Chaser with Kayla Wood and James. Roxi's our seeker – Uncle George said she got the talent from Uncle Harry, who is amazing. Fred and Charlie Finnegan are our beaters – which is suitable, because they're both mental. And our captain, and Keeper, is Kayla's older brother Mark, who's just plain nice.

So we were going out to practice when this cloud comes over the horizon and then that epic Muggle song began playing, and we could all hear;

"WHAT'S THAT COMING OVER THE HILL, IS IT A MONSTER?"

If you haven't got it by now, then I'm shocked.

I was joking.

But seriously – the above description is exactly what the Slytherin team deserved as they sauntered towards us, identical smirks on all their faces.

Grrrr...

"Well, well, well," said Lawrence Zabini – the Slytherin captain. He's a seventh year – big, hulking, and really mean. He sounded EXACTLY like a policeman from one of those old movies.

"What're you doin' here Zabini?" Mark snarled.

Oooh – Mark snarling.

Sorry.

"Practicing," Zabini said. Rudely.

The Egg was smirking at me.

I wanted to punch him.

SO BADLY.

But I didn't.

"We booked the pitch for today, Zabini, so bye." Mark turned to us. "Okay guys! Get on your brooms and do a lap." Zabini made a strange jerking gesture that looked as if he had a twitch and his team mounted as well.

Those guys just DON'T give up do they?

We glared at each other.

It was the ULTIMATE face off.

Mark got bored eventually.

"Zabini! We'll take this to the Headmistress after practice. Just get off the pitch!"

Mark's using italics! He means business.

Dumb Zabini didn't know this.

"Uh, I don't wanna!" he said, as if this made it final.

"YOU'RE AN IDIOT, ZABINI! WE BOOKED THE PITCH. GET A LIFE AND GO AWAY!" I yelled.

"Shut up. You're just a dumb blonde. What do you know about anything?" he snorted.

I snapped.

I gave a scream that could have been a warcry and hurled myself at him, punching every bit I could reach. I got the vague impression someone was encouraging me on.

I learnt later half the Gryffindor team was. Mark was trying to pull me off, and Zabini lay like a wobbling jelly on the turf.

"DOM!" James' shout eventually pierced my consciousness. My cousins and Kay hoisted me up and frogmarched me back to the castle.

Our little conversation went on like this.

"Good on you girl!" said Kayla, excitedly.

"That was AMAZING!" Roxi said, hyperly.

"HAHAHAHAHAH!" Fred.

"I should be angry with you." The oh – so – responsible – Mr – Potter.

Of course.

Who else?

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