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School is going well (for the most part) and everything is as calm and relaxed as it ever is at Hogwarts. By that, I mean that we no longer have a horrible DADA Professor with Voldemort on the back of his head. Correction, we STILL have a horrible Professor but he doesn’t have a Voldemort on the back of his head. 

 

Lockheart is a NIGHTMARE!! He spends half of the class talking about himself and the other half running away for whichever creature he lets loose and is unable to control. On Thursday, he let loose a cage full of Cornish Pixies loose in the classroom! They wrecked everything and hung Neville Longbottom on a chandelier. Actually, that part was kind of funny. Anyways, all the students RAN for it. Then, Lame Lockheart ran for it as well, and it was just me, Harry, Hermione, and Ron, battling the Pixies. I WOULD have made a run for it, but the Pixies  seemed especially interested in me, they were swarming all around me, pulling my hair and clothes. They WOULD have pulled down my SKIRT if Hermione didn’t yell, ‘Immabulas’ or something like that. Thank GOD she did! 

 

Speaking of Hermione, she IS a Lame Lockheart Lover (I know right?! I thought SHE of all people would have the decency, but I guess not). Harry and Ron are not Lockheart Lovers (thank god). To be honest, though, I’m not spending much time with my Gryffindor friends. I’ve mainly been with the Slytherin boys. 

 

Right now, I’m heading to the…...wait for, wait for it…..QUIDDITCH PITCH!!!!!! Draco has decided to try out for Seeker and I’m going for Chaser. It would be a miracle if we both made the team, after all there are only two spots. I’m clutching a broom I borrowed from the shed (It’s sadly a Comet 260) and going over my ‘You’d better let me try out!’ speech in my head. 

 

“Relax, Fox! Could you possibly be clutching that broom any tighter?!” Draco says, poking me with the end of his broom. I scowl at him and he rolls his eyes. 

 

“Welcome to tryouts for the Slytherin Quidditch team!” Growls Marcus Flint the captain. “Everyone warm up! Do what you need to do in order to not waste my time with pathetic flything!” Everyone mounts their brooms and shoots off into the sky. I’m about to fly off when Flit grabs the end of my broom. “And just what do you think you’re doing?!” he snarls. I sigh and hop off my broom.

 

“Trying out for the Quidditch team.” I respond simply.

 

“You can’t. Girls can’t be on the Slytherin Quidditch team.” Says one of the Beaters on the team, from behind Flint. 

 

“Doesn’t mean they can’t try out.” I say, cocking my head to the side. 

 

“They can’t try out.” Flint glares.

 

“Why not?” I smile.

 

“Because…..because….” I smirk. “Because it’s a rule!” Another boy on the team says. 

 

“Because it’s a rule?” I laugh. “Since when do Slytherins follow rules?” 

 

“Look here, girly! This is MY Quidditch team, I’M the captain, and I say, YOU. CAN. NOT. TRY. OUT. So get off my pitch and don’t waste my time AGAIN!” Flink barks. 

 

“Ummm, NO.” I cross my arms. Flint growls and grabs my broom. “How do you know I won’t be better than any of these guys?!” I gesture up at the boys flying around the pitch.

 

“Because girls aren’t good at Quidditch!” Flint stomps.

 

“You can’t. Girls can’t be on the Slytherin Quidditch team.” Says one of the Beaters on the team, from behind Flint. 

 

“Doesn’t mean they can’t try out.” I say, cocking my head to the side. 

 

“They can’t try out.” Flint glares.

 

“Why not?” I smile.

 

“Because…..because….” I smirk. “Because it’s a rule!” Another boy on the team says. 

 

“Because it’s a rule?” I laugh. “Since when do Slytherins follow rules?” 

 

“Look here, girly! This is MY Quidditch team, I’M the captain, and I say, YOU. CAN. NOT. TRY. OUT. So get off my pitch and don’t waste my time AGAIN!” Flink barks. 

 

“Ummm, NO.” I cross my arms. Flint growls and grabs my broom. “How do you know I won’t be better than any of these guys?!” I gesture up at the boys flying around the pitch.

 

“Because girls aren’t good at Quidditch!” Flint stomps.

 

“Then you’ll have no problem proving that by letting me try out?” I raise my eyebrow.

 

“YOU CAN NOT TRY OUT!!!!!” Flint shouts.

 

“And we’re back to…..WHY.” I challenge.

 

“Ugh!” Flint yells, throwing his arms up.

 

“Just let me try out! You don’t have to put me on the team, all I want is a chance to prove myself.” I say.

 

“Just let her try out Marcus.” Adrian Pucey steps forward.

 

“Whatever.” Flint snarls. “Don’t make me regret this.” He throws my broom at me and stalks off. I smile and quickly mount my broom.

 

I do five quick laps around the pitch and 10 dives before Flint calls everybody down. 

 

“Chasers first.” He says. Draco mouths ‘Good luck’ to me and I nod. This. Is. It. I mount my broom. 

 

The other Chasers consist of big, beefy, 5th-7th year Slytherin boys, who are all at least three heads taller than me. I’ve told you, I’m short. We fly up to the rings, the other boys scowling and frowning at me, we make a ‘line’ in front of the hoops. There is A LOT of pushing and shoving to get in front, but I’m perfectly content in the back, grand finale is kind of my thing. There are about 11 people trying out for Chaser, including me. Most of them are awful, about three are decent, and one is pretty okay. It’s my turn now. I hover with the quaffle in my hands in front of the hoops. Miles Bletchly, almost looks bored as he holds his arms out ready to stop the ball. People frown at me as I fly up and to the right of the hoops. This is my signature move. Ella Bella taught me something similar once and I fixed it up so it worked for me. I clutch the ball close to my chest as I swoop for the left hoop. Miles instantly thinks I’m going to shoot there, so he flies to block it, but at the last moment I jerk my broom towards the right hoop and fling the quaffle inside. Bletchly scowls as he goes to retrieve the ball. He passes it to me with A LOT of force, but I catch it easily. Bletchly then flies to the left hoop, probably thinking I’m dumb enough to do the same move again. I hate being underestimated, but sometimes it is really helpful. I fly back to my same position as before. Bletchly smiles menacingly. I roll my eyes and dive again, but this time, I go a little farther down then the hoop level. Then I double back and shoot the ball through the hoop. Bletchly JUST misses it. The next three goals are a lot harder, but I make all five which are a lot better than the other boys. Bletchly IS a pretty good Keeper. 

 

All the boys stare at me as I land on the ground. Draco nods in my direction as if to say ‘Well done’. I smile and wiggle my eyebrows, their stares turn to glares. Adrian Pucey writes something down on a clipboard and Flint tells the Seekers that it’s their turn. After the Seekers are done we have on flying race across the pitch and I get first place (obviously). The lighter you are the more aerodynamic you are and I am definitely the lightest. 

 

“Well, we’ve chosen!” Flint says. “Seeker, Draco Malfoy.” Draco smiles and I congratulate him as he goes to stand beside the team. “Chaser…………..” Flint peeks over at Adrians clipboard and shakes his head at Adrian. Adrian firmly nods and raises his eyebrow. 

 

I think I hear him whisper, “Do you want to win or not?!” Flint glares.

 

“Blake Mattews.” Flint says. Adrian growls and so do some other players on the team including Bletchly. I glare at Flint but don’t say anything as Mattews joins the team. Draco gives me a ‘Sorry’ look. I know better than to expect him to stick up for me. “The rest of you are dismissed.” 

 

“You don’t know what you just lost.” I say, as I pass the team. 

 

“We don’t need you.” Flint growls.

 

I smirk, “We’ll see.”  and the best part of Flint’s last glare, is that he knows I’m right. 

 

***

 

I go to all the Quidditch practices and watch from the sidelines. I observe the tricks the old Chasers use. I watch how Mattews fails to score any goals. I see Flint growl, I see him fight with Bletchly, Adrian and the rest of the team after every practice. 

 

One day, I see the Slytherin team fighting with the Gryffindor team. This could be good. 

 

“‘I Professor Severus Snape give the Slytherin team permission to use the pitch today in order to train their new Chaser and Seeker.’” I hear Flint read off a piece of paper as I stand next to Hermione and Ron. 

 

“You have a new Seeker?” Harry asks. “Who?” The team steps apart to reveal a smug looking Draco. “Malfoy?!” 

 

“That’s right! And that's not the only new thing this year.” Draco says, the Slytherin team hold up their brooms. 

 

“Nimbus 2001’s! How did you get those?!” Ron exclaims. 

 

“A gift from Draco’s father.” Flint boasts. 

 

“See Weasley, unlike some, my father can afford the best.” Draco says. I smell a fight.

 

“At least no one on the Gryffindor team had to buy their way in! They got in on pure talent!” Hermione snaps. Draco turns to look at her. 

 

“Nobody asked your opinion! You filthy little MUDBLOOD!” Oh he did not! Sure he says it all the time around me and Theo and Blaise and all, but to say it to her face?! Hermione looks down.

 

“You’ll pay for that one Malfoy!!!” Ron takes his wand out, which seems to be broken. “Eat slugs!!” he shoots the spell at Malfoy, but it throws him backwards.

 

Everyone gathers around him. Ron sits up and opens his mouth, and belches out a SLUG!!! The Slytherins burst out laughing. It IS a LITTLE funny but there is no way I’m going to laugh! Not after what Draco said. Harry and Hermione rush Ron away to Hagrid’s hut and the Gryffindors yell at the Slytherins a little before walking back into the locker room. 

 

The Slytherins proceed to the pitch. I grab Draco’s arm and the minute he sees me I can sense the terror in his eyes. “Seriously!? That is so rude! Just because Hermione’s muggle-born does NOT mean she has ‘Dirty blood’ she’s probably the best witch of our age and will grow up to be better than Dumbledore one day and you KNOW IT!” I flick his head. “You have to apologize to her!” I try.

 

“NO!” He whines.

 

“Yes you do!”

 

“NO!!!! Don’t make me! You know how much I hate apologizing!! Pleeeeeeaaaaase!!!” I look at him in shock. Is he….BEGGING me? That. Is. Pathetic. 

 

“Try apologizing.” I say and give his head one more flick before stalking off.

 

***

 

“You! Girl over there! On the couch!” says Marcus Flint pointing at me. I roll my eyes.

 

“I’m busy.” I say, going back to petting my snake. Flint stops a couple of steps away from me and looks at my Salazar nervously. “Don’t worry. He hasn’t killed anyone. YET.” I say as the rest of the Slytherin team stands behind Flint. 

 

“You're on the team.” Flint says.

 

“Is that so? Well, I’ll pass.” I say.

 

“What?!” Adrian asks.

 

“I said, I’ll pass.” I smirk.

 

“Come on!” Bletchly shouts. 

 

“No.” I shake my head. “I told you, you were missing out. But did you listen? No. So don’t waste MY time.” I say, using Flint’s favorite line. 

 

“Please can you join the Quidditch team.” Draco says. 

 

“Ah. Looks like we know our manners, shame we don’t put them to use more often.” I say, referring to when Draco called Hermione a ‘Mudblood’. Draco sighs. 

 

“Look, we………..” Adrian squeezes his eyes shut and frows. “Need you.” he says it like it hurts him. 

 

“Mmmm. Too bad.” I shrug. I’m waiting for something and if they’re smart enough, they’ll figure out what.

 

“We are sorry you weren't made Chaser before.” Adrian tries again. 

 

“Who’s ‘We’?” I look at Flint. Flint growls.

 

“I can’t believe I’m doing this.” He mumbles. “Sorry. Please join the team?” he asks.

 

I shrug. “I guess that’s the best I’ll get from him. Can I have a Nimbus 2001?” Adrian holds out a new broom. “And Mattews?” I ask.

 

“Is over there sulking.” Adrian points to the corner of the common room, where the big, beefy, former Slytherin Chaser sits, sniffling. I try to cover up my laugh but it’s useless. 

 

“So like, how many years has it been since Sytherin had a girl on the team?” I ask.

 

“Ummm…….it’s been forever.” Adrian says.

 

“So I made history?” I ask.

 

“Yeah.” Adrian says.

 

 “You shouldn’t have said that. We’re never gonna hear the end now.” Draco tells the other boys. 

 

“I MADE HISTORY!!!!! WOOOOOOOO!!” I cheer, skipping out  the common room door. 



 


I hope you liked this chapter. I wasn't sure If it would have been better to wait longer before I put Fox on the team but I wanted her to play Quidditch so bad!

 

I just want to take a moment and thank ALL of you reading this!!! Especially Golden Trio, WaitingForMyHogwartsLetter, Lumione, ThePheenixFawkes, Her my own, Aru Shah, Some_random_person, and other anonymous people who all review me!!! I am having so much fun writing this and I hope you're all having fun reading this!!! In total I am already almost up to 50,00 words, so I am super happy about that!!!!!

 

PLEASE review!!

 

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