There was a quidditch game that was coming up this afternoon, a game between the houses which dose each other in mutual hatred daily, Slytherin and Gryffindor, the petty, but known rivalry only got a hundred times worse when it came down to quidditch matches against one another, the bickering only continued after games, with accusations of cheating .

Quidditch games were meant to be some friendly competition, which was successful in that aspect, most the time, unless it involved petty rivalries and mindless arguing over the games in want to win the house cup.

As expected, everyone was commenting on which house they’d be rooting for to win the quidditch game as both, as always, had been practicing, not like that would even be a surprise. Whilst students had scarfs over their neck to show support, some even having the colours of the house on their face.

It was halfway through the day, Lunch, it was a while till the game and everyone was seated within the great hall, pursuing different conversations whilst eating their food and making foolish bets on who’d win.

As expected, Sirius was seated with the other marauders, James, Remus and Peter, with his Gryffindor scarf wrapped over his neck as he was gleefully ranting about how Gryffindor would have yet another successful easy game with Potter and McKinnon on the quidditch team. As usual he was in utter absolute belief Slytherin wouldn’t stand a chance against Gryffindor, even sending a smirk over to the Slytherin table as if predicting their loss.