fade into you || d.m

fragile ego

Poppy waved at Elwia with a broad smile, prompting Elwia to fly over to the stands to greet her.

"What are you doing here?" Elwia asked her, a bit confused, although she didn't mind.

"A little bird told me you were trying out for the chaser position. I wanted to come watch." Poppy smiled with a book in her hands.

"Oh, thanks. What book are you reading?" Elwia asked, smiling.

"Oh, it's a book about Europe's wizard family trees. It has information about who belongs in which family and stuff like that. It's very interesting, even though I just started it. We could read it together sometime." Poppy said fast with a huge grin on her face.

"Yeah, sure. What name are you on right now?" Elwia inquired.

"I'm actually on Delacour right now. But it's weird; it doesn't show your name here." Poppy mumbled, scratching her head.

"Oh, that is weird. Perhaps the book was written before I was born." Elwia shrugged her shoulders.

From the corner of her eye, Elwia saw a big group of Slytherins walking to the field. She didn't even get the chance to practise since she had got caught up chit chatting with Poppy.

"Hmm, maybe that's it. I'll look into it. Good luck." Poppy half smiled.

"Thanks." Elwia said with a grin and flew back to the ground.

It seemed like there were only boys trying out for the position, which made Elwia feel even more anxious. They were all eyeing her with arrogant smirks and whispering about her.

"Shut up, all of you. Today, I'll be deciding who will be our new chaser, since the last one decided to quit because of OWLs. What a pathetic excuse, if you were to ask me." Miles Bletchley said in a thick Welsh accent, it was rather hard to understand what he was saying.

"There'll be no foolish headless flying, because I won't be choosing just anyone. I want to see some real skill and teamwork. A lad who is not afraid to play dirty." Miles shouted with a serious tone.

"Or a lass." Goyle sneered and earned a roar of laughter.

Elwia sent death stares towards Goyle, that stupid big oaf.

"Shut up, Goyle. No one cares what you have to say; only my word matters." Miles spat and rolled his eyes at him.

"So this is what we'll do. We will have four beaters and one keeper. There'll be five chasers in the air at the same time, but you chasers are not going to teamplay. You are not on the same team; you are alone. The other chasers will try to steal the quaffle from you, the beaters will hit bludgers at you, and well, I will make sure you score nothing. Got it? Chasers, when you play against each other, you will try to steal the quaffle from one another and make it through the goalpost. The lad or lass who makes the most scores becomes the new chaser. You have an hour." Miles explained sternly.

Elwia silently gulped, a wave of dread washing over her as she imagined what might come. She pictured Goyle sending a bludger her way, knocking her off balance and sending her crashing to the ground. In her mind, she saw Malfoy laughing, pointing his finger at her lifeless body, and calling her atrocities she'd never even heard of before. He most likely would spit on her too. Ewia hoped, with everything she had, that this vision wouldn't become reality.

Elwia flew up into the air, focusing on her breathing exercises. Why was she even nervous? She knew she was good. After all, she had been the Quidditch captain of her house back at Beauxbatons. She had been voted captain by the Quidditch teacher and the entire team.

As Elwia slowly settled into the rhythm, she started to feel more confident. She was determined to show Malfoy, Goyle, and everyone else that she absolutely had what it took to be the first girl on the Slytherin Quidditch team in at least a century.