“Look you two,” Shelley said almost begrudgingly to Laun and Damien as the trio walked down to the quidditch pitch, her broom swung over her shoulder, “I have a real chance to turn this team around this year.”
Both the sixth year Slytherin boys looked at each other and then burst into laughter.
“Some friends you two gits are,” Shelley grumbled.
“I’m sorry Shell,” Damien sidled up next to the Slytherin Captain and threw his arm around her, “That’s why I’m trying out.”
“You’re doing what now?” Shelley had a look of shock on her face.
“He-said-he-was-trying-out,” Laun said loudly as though he were talking to a deaf person.
“I heard him, thank you Laun,” Shelley grumbled as they edged ever closer to the pitch...Read More