You were on the Slytherin quidditch team. You had been picked out for your skills on the broom. You were quick, mindful, smart, logical, and you had great control over your broom. Especially for one who never really practiced till you made it to Hogwarts.

You were in the middle of a game. You were flying through the air, swerving and dodging as players flew at you. You were close, you were going to score. Then a Gryffindorhufflepuff blocked you, a smug look on his face.

“Fuck!”

You shout, your anger getting the best of you as you groan.

“Bring the lion down!”

Matteo shouts to you.

“Bring the lion down!”

Draco then shouts to you as well. It now becoming a chant from the Slytherin team. Yelling at you to bring the Gryffindor down.