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Her bright green eyes flashed in anticipation; after all, this was her first quidditch match. Ryan Barclay was ready, with bat in hand, she was surprisingly confident for her first time being a beater for Gryffindor.
“You alright?” Ron asked putting a hand on her shoulder, more for his own support, not for Ryan’s.
“Peachy, and, uh, you?” eyeing the hint of green on Ron’s cheeks.
“Of course, yeah… yeah” he reassured himself with a little nod.
“Alright everyone,” Harry started, “we have been practicing and I think, no, I know we can beat Slytherin. Let’s show them what Gryffindor can do, so um, good luck, okay?” Harry never was one for motivational speaking.
He knew his team was better, just their nerves sometimes got the better of them, especially Ron’s, his keeper.
“Oh, and everyone be careful of the Slytherins, you all know how dirty they can get, especially you Ryan” he added knowing that Slytherins play extra dirty against the new players.
“Aye aye captain!” Ryan smiled with a salute to her upper classman; she was ready for anything the Slytherins would throw at her.
With an unspoken agreement from the rest of the team, the Gryffindors where off in the field and into the air.
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“Ryan? You alright?” asked a familiar voice.
“Did we win?” she opened an eye.
Harry smiled, “Yeah.”
Ryan let out a yell of joy but immediately winced at the pain in her side.
“Wait… what do you mean by me?” she asked squeezing her side. Ryan finally gave a good look around. She was still on the grass in the quidditch field, Harry and the rest of the team around her, along with the Slytherin team?! Did they want to apologize for sending a bludger right at her face making her fall off her broom fifty feet? Doubt it.
“Will you kindly get your boney ass off me” came someone below her.
Wait, below?
Ryan quickly scurried to the side to see what she had been sitting on. It was Draco Malfoy, the Slytherin seeker.
“Well?” he inquired as he sat up and brushed himself off.
“Well what?”
“Apologize! My God you Gryffindors slow… and heavy” he smirked; his team now huddled around him.
“Apologize? It’s your God damn captain’s fault, go cry to him, the dirty playing bastard” she snapped lifting herself off the ground.
She remembered the scene perfectly; Harry had just dove for the snitch with Draco coming up fast.
But Harry was faster.
The whole team was flying over to their snitch-waving captain, including Ryan, when Flint decided to grab a bat and send a bludger flying into Ryan’s face.
A weasel broke her fall.
“You don’t say anything about our captain and get away with it” Draco taking a step forward menacingly.
“What are you? Flint’s bitch?” Ryan leered; the Gryffindors laughed in the background.
No sooner had Draco taken out his wand was he in a full body bind with Ryan standing over him, wand pointed at his forehead. “Don’t ever try to curse me again Draco Malfoy” she said callously.
“What’s going on here?!” came Madam Hooch’s shrill voice, she had Professor McGonagall and Snape on her heels.
With a small flick of the Madam Hooch’s wand, Draco was back to his feet and fuming.
“He hexed me!” Draco yelled, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
“He?” Madam Hooch looked to Ryan and back to Draco.
It was true, Ryan’s short brown hair and name did confuse some on first glance, but she had been at Hogwarts for six years, is Draco saying all this time he thought she was a boy?!
“Yes he my God, is it that hard to see where I’m pointing?” he jabbed his finger at Ryan again to make an impression.
“Malfoy you dolt, Ryan’s a girl!” Ron burst out laughing.
Ryan raised an eyebrow, it took Ron two weeks to figure out why she always slept in the girl’s dorm rooms.
“How was I supposed to know!? She’s as flat as me; of course I thought she was a guy!” Draco snickered a while his team guffawed, even Snape let out a snort.
Next thing he knew, Draco Malfoy was flat on his back again, not because of a hex either. This time it was a broom handle.
