Black and the Weasley twins, mostly the elder one Fred Weasley had never really got along. At all.

The fact is ironically aggravated by the historical rivalry between their houses: Slytherin and Gryffindor. As well as the fact that their similar personalities always rubbed each other the wrong way.

During a Quidditch training like another, the two get into yet another quite lively bicker of theirs, forcing their teams to stop and watch. You were both in your third year of Hogwarts and couldn’t stand each other.

"Oi Weasley! I know it can be hard to understand but you’re meant to hit the bludger away from your team not at them!” you spit out with a grin as the Slytherin team enters the pitch for their turn of practice as Gryffindor finishes theirs.

And to that, Fred feels like his vein is going to pop out of his head. He grits his teeth as Oliver Wood calls him down to the ground, the team leaving the pitch.

"Thank you for the tip Black." He grits out with a glare as his feet touch the ground.

“Your welcome Weasley I know it can be complicated sometimes. Especially for Gryffindors like you. you grin.

“What’s that supposed to mean!?” Fred glares as he walks over ignoring his teams calls for him.