The slytherin and the hufflepuff

✨Chapter cinco✨

~TIME SKIP TO A FEW DAYS LATER~
~doves Pov~
~quidditch trials~

I woke up and my mind quickly flicked to what day it was. Wednesday 7th of September, today we had quidditch tryouts, then practice straight after. It was known that Slytherin always had tryouts on September 7th, and the team needed replacements, some people graduated while some seemed to not give two shits about Qudditch anymore, and was only there for the fame.

I rolled over, checking the antique clock that laid flat on the wall, it read 5:30 am, and tryouts start at 7:30, after breakfast. 5 more minutes I told myself.

"DOVE! DOVE! Wake up!" a voice yelled as I was hit by a pillow, grunting I turned over but she continued to yell, "Breakfast started 5 minutes ago, if we don't go in like 5 minutes you'll be late for quidditch tryouts!" oh shit, I had slept for an hour and 35 minutes, much longer than 5 minutes. Scurringy out of my bed, I showered and got changed, applying spells to dry myself and fix my hair as I made my way down to the hall.

Breakfast was eventful, many people asking how the captain was possibly late for breakfast, when quidditch tryouts were on straight after, I ignored them.

"ALRIGHT!" I yelled at the group of Slytherins that were in a huddle, they quickly silenced and I grinned to myself, the power I had over a group of teenagers.

"We're going to pl-"

"Jones, what are you doing on the pitch?" the voice of a hufflepuff asked, I turned on my heel and walked up to him.

"What are you doing at Hogwarts, Diggory?"

"Your plan didn't work, guess you'll still have to put up with the humiliation of losing to Hufflepuff in the first quidditch match of the year."

"Meaning infront of the whole school." we said in sync. I turned on my heel to face the Slytherins,

"As I said before I was rudely interrupted, we are playing a game." a 6th year boy grunted, crossing his arms, I assumed he thought he was too good to play games.

"It's called catch up." and with that I mounted my broom and set off, not until I was already a quarter way around the pitch did a girl in her 3rd year realise what was meant to happen, and she was speeding after me. The others in suit behind her, still not catching up even with their better brooms. To my right was Cedric Diggoy, to my left the 3rd year, under me was Cassius Warrington, with Crabbe and Goyle directly behind me, I knew who I wanted on my team so I dived down, landing carefully on the team.

"If I call your name or point at you, I want you to step forward." they all got into a line, and I called for the people that wanted to be chasers, and low and behold the girl that kept up with me stepped into the line, I pointed at the 3rd year girl and Warrington.

"Addison Kirk." she told me with a respectful nod,

"Warrington."

"Welcome to the team." I said, dismissing the others with evil glances, finishing them off with a smirk. Next the beaters walked up,

"Crabbe, Goyle." I pointed to them, they walked forward and I nodded to them, they stood behind me with the rest of my team.

"Malfoy and Bletchley stand behind me, the rest of you can go." Once the others left I turned around to see my team. We all huddled.