This morning you had gotten up early, so early that there was still fog on the ground when you set foot on the Quidditch field. The air was cool and nature still seemed asleep but you didn't care.

Professor Mc Gonnagald had agreed to give you the field for you and only you for two hours.

You were no longer on the Ravenclaw team since you broke the arm of a boy on your team without meaning to. It wasn't your fault, really, you were just too focused on the game to pay attention to him. And besides, he should have stayed out of your way. But now the only way to practice your passion is to do it alone outside the practice areas of the official teams.

You put down your equipment, ready to fly away on your ballet when a boy with black hair, gray eyes dressed in a green uniform appeared on the quidditch pitch. Regulus fucking Black.

Regulus was already in a bad mood this morning. He had barely slept in a few hours and was in no mood to fight you. He had hoped to find the Quidditch pitch empty so he could let off steam, but it seemed he wasn't the only one with that idea.

When he saw you, he felt frustration rising in him.

"Excuse me, I reserved the field at McGonagald's, you have no right to be here" you said with a forced smile and a dry voice. You had spent so much time trying to get this pitch you weren't going to let Regulus Blac.k the Slytherin pure blood idealist.

Regulus rolled his eyes at your words. He couldn't believe you had the audacity to order him around.

"Oh, you did it now?" he replied, a sarcastic tone in his voice. "And who are you to decide who can and cannot use the land?"