Chapter Two
Marcus made his decision to sit there and take the angry outbursts from his teammates like a man. The looks Elle kept shooting him all throughout dinner didn't exactly help the situation and only Adrian Puecy remained the single loyal friend.
Draco Malfoy could be seen telling some story with rapid hand movements and a gleeful expression. Adrian caught Marcus's eye and he looked away.
"Not going to be so cocky once we get our hands on him eh?" Adrian said with a sinister grin. Marcus had become utterly fascinated by the back of hall and failed to answer.
"I told Bletchley's sister that she'd have the seeker position when Higgs left," Marcus said dryly.
"I thought you didn't want chicks to fly on your team," Adrian said slightly taken aback.
"Have you ever seen Bletchley fly?" Marcus said lowering his voice so that Adrian had to lean in close to hear. "She's twice as good as Malfoy and much more compatible with the team."
At this point Adrian chose to break off the conversation as the food had just appeared on the table. Marcus merely stared as his friend made an ass out of himself piling as much food on his plate and then trying to eat it 'anime-style' in one bite. Rolling his eyes Marcus picked a roll off the pile and carefully buttered it with a slight urge to put his chaser skills to the test and hurl the thing halfway down the table at Malfoy's head but he thought better of it.
Adrian had finished his plate of food while Marcus was still eating his roll when two more well built boys came over and sat across from them.
"Flint," the first hissed. He was Jamie Derek, one of the Slytherin beaters. "Elle Matheson keeps going on about how Draco Malfoy is the new seeker."
Derek's counterpart, Damien Bole nodded in agreement. Marcus made a mental note to talk to Elle later before she ran up into the girls' dorms.
This time Marcus really did throw the roll into someone's face.
"I'm just saying we do this right," Derek said wiping butter out of his eyes. Bole was doubled over laughing and being ignored by his teammates. Marcus cocked an eyebrow at Derek.
"Care to elaborate on that statement," Marcus asked. He was intrigued now hoping that Derek's plan could scare the little git off the team.
"What I'm saying is," Derek said his eyes glinting. "First practice he's gotta work and I don't just mean quidditch. Something like he's gotta polish all our brooms after practice. Something long and totally menial, make it like an initiation."
"I like the way you think boy," Marcus said clapping Derek on the shoulder. "Throw in a bottle of hair dye and we're in!"
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Surprisingly Malfoy hadn't blabbed about his position to the entire school. It was as if he was saving the glory for his debut match against Gryffindor. Nevertheless there was a cocky sort of smugness around the twelve year old as he walked down the hallways of Hogwarts.
The first week of school had passed normally without any mentions of practices or anything. On Saturday Draco thought it would be nice to have a bit of a lie in but he didn't know that the rest of the team had plans for him.
Saturday morning, the captain of the Slytherin team, Marcus Flint, fully dressed in his Slytherin Quidditch robes walked into the second year dorm. He went over to Malfoy's bed and dumped a set of brand new robes onto the blonde boy. Malfoy didn't stir.
Marcus poked the sleeping twelve year old in the shoulder but received no response. After a few minutes of pokes, jabs and shakes Malfoy slumbered on, leaving the agitated captain no choice but to attempt plan B.
He went over to one side of the bed and felt around for the mattress handles. When Marcus located them he grabbed them in his hands and with a sharp upward motion thrust the mattress upward. There was a yelp as the mattress tipped over spilling its contents onto the floor.
There was a dull thud as Malfoy hit the ground and Marcus returned the mattress to its proper place. Malfoy looked up at him.
"Oi," he said not bothering to keep his voice down. "What the hell was that all about?"
"Pitch," Marcus said sharply. "Now, your robes are in that mess"
And he exited the dorm leaving a highly confused Malfoy behind in the mess of blankets pillows and Slytherin quidditch robes.
Marcus walked down the stairs toward the dungeon common room when he bumped into someone on the stairs.
"Sorry," he mumbled not bothering to look up. The girl he had bumped into was Jen, the one he had promised the seeker position to. She looked at him and watched his retreating back. She opened her mouth to say something but Marcus had already left the common room on his way to the pitch. A few more players were milling around by the fireplace killing time before practice.
"Asshole," Jen muttered to herself. She started to head up the stairs when someone else bumped into her.
"Sorry Bletchley," Elle Matheson said sounding rushed. She was pulling her green and silver team sweater over her black tank-top as she ran down the stairs. Jen concluded that Marcus must have called a practice.
Someone else was coming down the stairs, a boy this time. The second year dorm opened and the little blonde boy Marcus let on the team emerged also pulling quidditch robes over his head. Jen pulled her wand out from her pajama pocket. As Malfoy darted down the stairs she pointed her wand as his back and muttered: "Locomotor mortis"
Malfoy stopped as if his legs had been glued together and fell forward. He tried to get up and managed to fall over again. The common room was empty as all the players had gone down to the pitch leaving Malfoy alone to bunny hop his way down to meet them.
Jen smirked as she walked up the stairs. She fancied a coffee right about now.
