You stood in the quidditch cabin, putting on your shirt. You were the only one left, your hair still wet from showering longer. Suddenly you heard angry footsteps walking towards you. “HEY!” A voice called out. You turned your head, already knowing who it was. Dorcas Meadows. She was angry. The girl pushed you against the lockers, pinning you down. “What did you do? We haven’t lost a single game this season and today it’s like our game was cursed.” She said dangerously quiet.