❝ you shouldn't have come after me first. after all, i'm kimberly snape ❞
❝ you really love that line, don't you? ❞
𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛 🦅🪄-
𝗞𝗜𝗠𝗕𝗘𝗥𝗟𝗬 doesn't remember anything
that happened before she opened her
eyes at Hagrid's cabin and sta...
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HOW YOU GET THE GIRL ? 🩰 DRACO MALFOY ⋆｡‧˚ʚ 016. the new ravenclaw seeker ɞ˚‧｡⋆
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The Hogwarts Quidditch pitch gleamed under the afternoon sun, a perfect backdrop for the friendly match Kimberly, Fred, and George had planned during their free period.
Kimberly, effortlessly balanced on her broomstick, darted through the air with a fluid grace that made her casual posture seem almost deliberate. Fred and George, each mounted on their own brooms, were intent on giving her a run for her money, though their competitive antics were more about having fun than actually winning.
"Alright, Kimberly, think you can catch the Snitch before we even get close?" Fred teased. George, flying alongside him, was clearly enjoying the game, weaving in and out to try and distract her.
Kimberly's eyes glinted with focus, though a playful smirk tugged at her lips. "You think you can outfly me?" she called back, her voice dripping with mock confidence.
Fred and George launched into a series of synchronized stunts, their brooms twisting and diving in the air with precision. They wove complex patterns, trying to throw Kimberly off course, but she remained unfazed, weaving expertly between them. A soft laugh escaped her lips as they nearly clipped her path, clearly enjoying the challenge.
The Golden Snitch darted erratically in the sky, its wings glinting in the sunlight. Kimberly's gaze never wavered from the tiny, elusive ball as she tracked its every movement. In a flash, she shot past Fred and George, her focus razor-sharp.
"Watch out!" George shouted with mock panic, veering dramatically close to Fred, who pretended to lose his balance with an exaggerated wobble. Their playful antics only added to the chaos, and it was clear they were relishing their roles as the comic relief in this Quidditch game.
Kimberly skillfully steered her broom, effortlessly dodging the twins' playful antics. Her focus was sharp, and with a quick flick of her wrist, her fingers brushed against the Snitch as it darted to the side. She adjusted her trajectory, closing in with a final burst of speed before reaching out for the tiny golden ball.
A triumphant shout escaped her as she grasped the Snitch, her heart racing with the rush of victory. She pulled up, hovering proudly over the pitch as Fred and George soared over to her, clapping and cheering in unison.
"That was brilliant!" Fred yelled, giving her a high-five midair.
"Yeah, you really showed us how it's done," George added, nudging her with a grin.
Kimberly beamed, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Thanks, guys," she said.
Professor Flitwick stood quietly behind a pillar, watching with admiration as Kimberly moved effortlessly across the pitch. Her focused determination and impressive skill as a Seeker were impossible to miss. A surge of pride washed over him as he observed her natural talent—this was exactly the kind of energy Ravenclaw needed.
