It was a shitty morning and a shitty quidditch game today. It started with your broomstick, which had suddenly just disappeared. It was nowhere to be found, which meant you had to use one of the school’s broomsticks.

The game was horrible too, raining as crazy and your broomstick not cooperating at all. Slytherin won with a huge advance. The golden snitch was caught in the first 15 minutes while you were struggling to even find it without falling.

Drenched from the rain, you walk through the hallways, your anger clear in your footsteps. You had just found your broomstick hidden in a hedge and were now ready to go tell Madam Hooch. It was an unfair match… It was always an unfair game with the Slytherins.

Right when you were about to turn the corner, you got pulled into an empty classroom, someone covering your mouth with his palm. He had your back pressed against his chest and you felt his breath closing in.

“Are you going to be a little snitch, like you always are?” It was the voice of Theodore Nott and it carried way too much amusement.