"We would make the perfect duo!"
"Sure. Come back to me when I benefit from this."
"Uh, you get to be my best friend?"
"Do better, Weasley."
[George Weasley x Male!OC]
[Prisoner of Azkaban, onward]
[Harry Potter Fanfic]
[slowburn]
[on hiatus]
[start...
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The moment Apollo met up with Adrian and Cedric for dinner back at school, he was given some shocking news. Sammy had briefly joined them, Oliver Wood at their side, with some news they assured the boys that they would want to hear.
"Harry Potter got a firebolt?!" Adrian practically yelled, eyes wide as saucers. "How?"
Oliver shrugged. "A Christmas gift," He replied, unable to hid his excitement.
"From an anonymous person," Sammy added, a lot less cheer in their voice than there was in Oliver's.
Apollo hid his face in his arms, leaning on the table. How in Merlin's name would they be able to win against a broom that fast? Sure, the team had skill, but Wood was determined to win, and as much as he hated to admit it, Harry Potter had some real skill as a seeker.
"Harry told me McGonagall confiscated it, but not to worry, I'm just on my way to talk to her," Oliver said, seeming proud of himself. Beside him, Sammy huffed and crossed their arms.
"Ravenclaw can still beat you, Firebolt or not," They stated firmly. Oliver just smirked at them and left to find McGonagall. Sammy sat down beside their cousin with a sigh. "I lied, a Firebolt is a huge advantage," They said disappointedly.
Cedric gave them a sympathetic smile. "Don't worry, one of us have to beat them," He assured.
Apollo scoffed. "With the way the year is looking, I highly doubt that," He said.
Adrian gave him a curious look. "What? Don't think we can beat Gyrffindor?" He asked.
Apollo had lifted his head up again by now. He took a napkin and a pen, something no one used at Hogwarts for some reason. He started scribbling on it. "Think about it. Things have been going more or less our way in the season so far, right?" The others quietly agreed, intrigued as to where he was going with this. "Statistically, Gryffindor will make a comeback, if not because of one of the Professors giving them a tip or whatnot. Our luck streak is bound to end," He explained.
Sammy sighed, resting their head on the palm of their hand. "Aren't you just a bundle of joy," They said sarcastically.
"I'm being realistic," Apollo defended himself.
Sammy raised an eyebrow at him while Cedric spoke up again. "I still think we have a chance," He said. "The professors aren't allowed to interfere in Quidditch."
Apollo shrugged and balled up his napkin of notes that depicted all the matches so far. "If you say so."
~~~
The next day was the start of classes again, something Apollo was dreading. He remembered that he still had potions with the Gryffindors, and wanted nothing more than to hide out in the library. Alas, he would rather not suffer Snape's wrath, so there he was, sitting at his usual spot in the cold classroom. Soon enough, the person he did not want to see walked in and sat down in the seat beside him with a grin.