𝔖𝔱𝔬𝔯𝔶 𝔯𝔢𝔭𝔢𝔞𝔱 𝔦𝔱𝔰𝔢𝔩𝔣 | 𝐇𝐏 ʷᵗᵐ

𝟎𝟕𝟓; ʙʟᴇᴇᴅɪɴɢ sᴛᴀʀ

GRYFFINDOR VERSUS RAVENCLAW.

"Finally." Sirius grins, he have been wishing of washing a good quidditch match for a while now.

It looked like the end of Weasley and Granger's friendship. Each was so
angry with the other that Neville couldn't see how they'd ever make
up. Weasley was enraged that Granger had never taken Crookshanks's
attempts to eat Scabbers seriously, hadn't bothered to keep a close enough watch on him, and was still trying to pretend that Crookshanks was innocent by suggesting that Weasley look for Scabbers under all the boys' beds.

Granger, meanwhile, maintained fiercely that Weasley had no proof that Crookshanks had eaten Scabbers, that the ginger hairs might have been there since Christmas, and that he had been prejudiced against her cat ever since Crookshanks had landed on Ron's head in the Magical Menagerie.

"Who is going to tell him?" Barty snickers, he was not surprise to see
a Weasley being so stupid.

Weasley had taken the loss of his rat very hard indeed.

"He really did!" Draco grins.

"Come on, Ron, you were always saying how boring Scabbers was," said Fred bracingly. "And he's been off-color for ages, he was wasting away. It was probably better for him to snuff it quickly- one swallow- he probably didn't feel a thing."

"Fred, my pretty boy!" Aelora smile.

"Fred!" said Ginny indignantly.

"Great..." Aelora's smile falter.

"All he did was eat and sleep, Ron, you said it yourself," said George. "He
bit Goyle for us once!" Ron said miserably. "His finest hour," said Fred, unable to keep a straight face.

"We should adopt them." Gideon tells his brother in a low whisper.

"We kidnap them?" Fabian asks.

"Of course." His twin replies in a matter of fact tone.

"Let the scar on Goyle's finger stand as a lasting tribute to his memory. Oh, come on, get yourself down to Hogsmade and buy a new rat, what's the point of moaning?"

Coventina who was annoyed by their constant arguing found herself even more annoyed at the rat.

Peter shivers, Coventina really hate him.

Madam Hooch, who was still overseeing Gryffindor practices to keep an eye on Coventina, was just as impressed with the Firebolt as everyone else had been. She took it in her hands before takeoff and gave them the benefit of her professional opinion.

"Look at the balance on it! If the Nimbus series has a fault, it's a slight list to the tail end- you often find they develop a drag after a few years. They've updated the handle too, a bit slimmer than the Cleansweeps, reminds me of the old Silver Arrows- a Pity they've stopped making them. I learned to fly on one, and a very fine old broom it was too...."

She continued in this vein for some time, until Wood said, "Er- Madam
Hooch? Is it okay if Coventina has the Firebolt back? We need to practice." "Oh right- here you are, then, Miss Potter," said Madam Hooch. "I'll sit  over here with Miss Nikova."

She and Aelora left the field to sit in the stadium, and the Gryffindor team gathered around Wood for his final instructions for tomorrow's match.

"So princess," Wood started, princess he started calling her, even the twins found a nickname for her.

Draco snickers the moment he saw Antares shifts with an annoyed sigh.