Monster

Parchment 10: Quidditch Try Outs

I overhear what everyone is squawking about during supper, something I find very interesting for once. Every table and every person, even some of the teachers do, it's Quidditch, finally.

"Did you hear."

"Do you know?

"When is?"

All of these questions and phrases I hear all around me, getting myself excited and giddy about try outs later this evening. I finish eating the food that's ahead of me, taking my plate up I head to my room.

In the hallways I see other people from my house all dressed in the Quidditch attire, guess I have to get changed also. And quite quickly too.

"Salazar!" I say the painting sneers down at me, not opening. Well, that's odd, and not to mention very rude.

"Ha, you'll be late to the try outs, Miss Quest, hope you fall off your older brothers old rickety broom and break your arm!" They sneer as the painting moves, I roll my eyes at their remarks. But once I step inside their words came back to me.

How did they or it know about my brother's broom.

How does everyone know a lot about me already! This is starting to get on my nerves, it's happening so many time in such a short period. Young and older boys file out of the common room in all the same attire, one shove makes me fall to the ground hard.

"Oh, munter girl is trying out for Quidditch, what part would she be, hm, probably none, she probably doesn't even know how to play! Since of course, her undergarments for sleeping say 'Quidditch Queen'.." A heavy blush comes over my face as I know what voice that is. Fair white skin, gelled back blonde locks and the green Quidditch cloaks covering him. Not a Prince Charming but the Poisoned Prince, all green clothes with nothing but a plastered smile on his face.

"I'll be taking your spot Malfoy!" I yell standing up, in his face this time; though I know my face is pure red from annoyance and embarrassment. I don't even know where he will be playing.

"Oh, really munter! You probably will fall off right when you get on that blasted broom of yours!" Draco yells right back at me, his right hand clenching his own broom and left hovering over his pocket.

His wand is in there. He might threaten me with it, once again.

"I hope you fall off of yours!" I stomp off to my room and slam the door shut. A small scream comes from inside my room from the far right along with the dropping of many books.

"A-ah! Nebula! I'm sorry! I-I didn't know you were coming back so soon!" Mavis says picking up the books she drops, I see that they are all Potion books. Was she studying?

"Oh, Mavis, it's okay I guess," I reply flatly, very monotone due to what happened in the past few seconds. My brain tackles with the idea of asking her if she would want help or not in Potions class with Snape.

"What happened? You seem flatlined." Mavis says fixing her rectangle reading glasses, shifting them on her nose correctly so she can see once again.

"Just, him, Draco Malfoy," Mavis stops moving and continues on like I said nothing to offend or hurt her, but I know better, "he's just being annoying, like always.." I say ending the stack of books on Herbs and Poisons.

"Yeah, really.." Mavis whispers, staying on her knees holding another Potion book in her delicate hands. "So, you're going to try out for the team?" Changing the subject, the Malfoy's must be a touchy subject.

I kneel down next to Mavis and help her finish the next Potion stack, giving my reply to her also.

"Yes, of course, I am," I say proudly, not letting Malfoy's snagging remarks getting to me, right now of course, "I hope I'll do good, I don't know what the team is like at all.." Mavis finishes the stack and once again, fixes her glasses.