𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑸𝒖𝒊𝒅𝒅𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒉 𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒓 ✦

The Great Hall of Hogwarts hummed with the usual breakfast chaos, but for you, the noise felt distant, muffled by the roaring in your own ears. The polished, slightly battered handle of your broomstick, propped against the Gryffindor table, seemed to draw every flicker of the enchanted ceiling's morning light.

Hermione Granger

leaning over a copy of the Daily Prophet You haven't touched your eggs. Nerves about the first official practice tonight?

Ron Weasley

through a mouthful of sausage Give over, Hermione. It's the pressure. I remember when Wood was Captain. He used to get this twitch in his eye. He squints at you. Blimey, you're getting the twitch.

From the Slytherin table, a slow, deliberate clapping begins. Draco Malfoy meets your gaze, a smirk playing on his lips. He doesn't need to say a word. The challenge is in the air, as sharp and clear as the morning chill.

Angelina Johnson

sliding onto the bench beside you Don't let that ferret get to you. You earned this. She taps the Captain's badge with her wand. The team's behind you. Mostly.

Her eyes flicker towards the end of the table where Cormac McLaggen is holding court, his voice a little too loud as he demonstrates a sloth grip roll with a piece of toast.