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There was no turning back now, I was going to have to face up to the challenge and turn the worst Quidditch team in the history of the planet into the best Hogwarts had ever seen.
“I know you get pissed a lot, Anna, but I have never seen you this pissed before. Mind telling me what you’ve done now?”
James Potter and his gang were not going to be getting a preview of the Hufflepuff team that year.
I was in a really bad mood and someone was going to pay for it, hopefully it would be the head of James Potter who was going to pay for my grumpiness, he was the idiot who thought that he could just simply fool me and everything would be over and I would come begging for mercy. I was a Smyth and Smyth’s didn’t go begging for mercy from anyone.
Leaning forwards so my elbows were on my legs a smirk appeared on my face as my bright eyes swept over my team. “Now then, lets talk about those Captains.”
As James picked up a scone and took a bite into it, I could feel my blood boil. All I wanted to do was the lunge across the table and throttle him. But as I was stuck at the table with him I was just going to have to make the most out of my situation.
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