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"One thing is always true.
People are either good or evil, heaven or hell."
These words have been spoken into my ears since a young age. They were burned into my brain until they stayed, plaguing ever thought and opinion that jumped...
"Hufflepuff's team hasn't changed much, just a new seeker to replace Diggory," Blaise continues. "Ravenclaw's team changed a bit. They have a new chaser and a new seeker, and get this. Their new seeker is that Foster girl."
I can't help it, I sit up in interest.
"Really? The Mudblood?" Goyle asks, and Blaise rolls his eyes.
"Yes, you know you don't need to call her that all the time," he says, his voice laced with exasperation.
I look at him in surprise, "What's wrong with you?"
Blaise rubs the back of his neck awkwardly, "She's just friends with my sister, I'm trying to not bring too much attention to it."
"Why would Quinn be friends with someone like her?" Crabbe asks loudly, scratching his head like a chimpanzee.
Blaise shrugs his shoulders, "I couldn't tell you, but I'm not going to try to talk her out of it. I can still remember when she hit me over the head with a book when I told her she couldn't play quidditch. She still isn't on the team, after all these years, but she's not going to admit to my triumph."
Everyone laughs but I stay quiet, laying back down on my bed.
So Foster's seeker.
I smile a little at the thought.
To you, she doesn't exist.
The words swim back into my head and I wipe the smile off of my face.
"Come on, let's go to dinner," I say, standing quickly and walking out of the dormitory, not bothering to wait for them to follow.
As I walk through the castle, I make a promise to myself.
I will push all thoughts of Eloise Foster out of my head for good.
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Eloise Foster
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The next week went by quickly, filled with Quidditch practice, classes and homework. I had been properly introduced to Ron Weasley, and he seems like a slightly calmer version of his older brothers, something he seems to take pride in. I've also grown to like Hermione, and I'm happy to say that we are becoming friends, something that definitely should have happened earlier, due to the amount of things we have in common. Harry and I are also growing closer, although that thin cloud of awkwardness still seems impossible to shake off.
We were all walking to lunch together after a Defense Against the Dark Arts class filled with tedious reading, when I notice a large group of students gathered in front of the Great Hall.
As we approach the throng, we see Filch nailing a wooden plaque to the wall, the dull thud of the hammer clearly heard above the whispering pupils.
"What's happening?" Hermione asks, lifting her head to try and pear over the students.
"Umbridge is tightening her hold on Hogwarts, that's what," says the familiar voice of George Weasley from behind us.
I turn to him and his expression is grim, "What do you mean?"
"See for yourself," he indicates the plaque.
Harry takes the lead, pushing through the crowd as we follow close behind. He stops and we all pear closely at the hanging piece of wood and paper.
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