Wandering down to the entrance hall I was surprised to see Miles standing there, smiling when he caught sight of me walking towards him
"How come you're-?"
"Flint thought it might be a good idea" he shrugged, a grin growing on his face as I nodded amused while following him down the steps, a slight feeling of eyes on my back while we walked down the grass slope as I pushed it aside
"Have you got your broom?"
"As long as I wasn't stupid enough to leave it" I laughed before searching my pockets before pulling it out and watched as it changed back to its normal size as I seen him look at it
"You can use it if you want to"
"I'm fine, thanks though-"
"Oh come on, this isn't any old broom is it?"
"No that's true"
"You can use it after this is over" I laughed as he walked with a grin while we slowly got nearer to the pitch
"So what's going to happen tonight? If you know"
"I think you're just going to be meeting everyone else-"
"Does that include the other guy I met in the hall?"
"Adrian? Yes"
"Oh wow, that will be fun"
"Again, he will warm up to you. Also, if he says anything offending don't take it personally. He can be a prick"
"Well I know he can be that" I mumbled, a small smile as we walked into the pitch, finding six other guys standing there, all wearing emerald green robes except for one as we walked towards them. Catching sight of Adrian standing opposite Flint he looked at me with a scowl, rolling his eyes as he turned and spoke to the only guy that wasn't in robes as he turned to him with a look as we reached Flint's side
"Well here she is"
"Em... hi" I greeted awkwardly, having absolutely no clue what I was meant to do or say as I clutched my broom
"Is that a Nimbus?"
"A Nimbus 2000"
"Well if we're to go by your word Flint, the Gryffindor team won't stand a chance with a-"
"She isn't playing the first game Higgs, I've already explained that"
"Exactly. I would like one last chance to flatten Gryffindor before quitting Terrence, let me have that- Nick Johnson" he introduced himself, laughing the whole time as the only guy who wasn't wearing robes stepped forward with his hand outstretched, shaking my hand happily as I couldn't help but let out a laugh as he moved to stand next to Miles
"So, everyone else. Terrence Higgs, seeker" Flint told me as he walked forward and he too shook my hand with an amused look
"Peregrine Derrick, Lucian Bole. Beaters-"
"Don't use either of our first names-"
"That is all we ask" they said with grins as I let out a laugh, shaking both of their hands as well
"Well, you know me and Bletchley. The only person left is... Adrian Pucey, third chaser" Flint told me as I glanced up, not expecting a hand shake or even a mild warm welcome as his scowl remained on his face and I listened to him let out a quiet scoff
"Pucey-"
"What?"
"What did I-?"
"Quite frankly Flint, nothing that actually mattered. It went in one ear and out the other" he shrugged while leaning against his broom before turning to look at me
"I don't like you-"
"Then it's mutual-"
"I mean I really don't like you-"
"You never judge a book by its cover, I certainly am now"
"I don't care about what you do and don't do"
"Alright, I don't really care about your opinion either. But enlighten me as to why you don't like me"
"I don't think you can play-"
"And what gives you that idea?"
"One thing-"
"Elaborate for me"
"You're a girl" he said simply, a shrug as he kept his eyes on me and I cocked my head at him before passing my broom to Flint and turning around, walking to the trunk as I opened it. Ignoring the bludgers that thrashed around I reached for the quaffle as I turned back and started walking. Holding it in my hands I turned it over before glancing up at him as he raised his eyebrow at me just as I raised my arm, throwing it directly at him as he staggered backwards while clutching his stomach in pain as people started laughing
"You're a sexist, stereotypical piece of shit and I don't have time for people like you" I told him simply as I was passed my broom back, a smirk growing on my face as I watched him glance up slightly, his voice more of a wheeze
"I'm mistaken-"
"Too damn right you are. Do you know who my mother is?"
"No-"
"Nadia Black, internationally famous quidditch player. Don't underestimate people or you'll dig yourself into a hole you won't be able to get out of"
"Noted"
"I did tell you-"
"So did I. We told you to watch what you say-"
"Fuck off Bletchley"
*Published 31/07/20*
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Storms Ahead
Fanfiction**trigger warning: this story will contain scenes of a violent relationship, self harm, attempted suicide, depression and anxiety** (I understand that this may be personal and emotional towards readers and that's why I'll leave it up to you to decid...
