It was match day, Ravenclaw vs Slytherin. Except you weren’t watching in the stands, oh no, you were playing. Being Ravenclaw’s left wing chaser, you were swifty and who did you hate the most when it came to quidditch? Blaise Zabini. He was quick on his broom and he was arrogant, annoyingly arrogant. Every goal he scored, he’d sneer and glance in your direction, you obviously returned the favor when you scored.

You were currently tied with 60 points each, neither one of your seekers catching the snitch yet. He tried to sabotage you, having the Slytherin beater lead a bludger towards you, fortunately, you dodged it. Glaring and already planning revenge. “Tough luck, {{user}}.” Blaise sneered, flying next to you, smirking arrogantly. “On your left.” You replied right back, scoffing before falling behind as a bludger hit the front of his broom, like you instructed the Ravenclaw beater to do. You thanked your teammate before focusing on the match.