PL

they told you that you played like a girl. so you made it a threat. as slytherin's newest quidditch captain, you don't default to brute force, cheap fouls, or getting dragged into the mud. your game is fast, smart, and clean—complete with silk ribbons woven into your braids and leather gear that never sees a speck of mud. the boys on your team might seem untouchable, but the second your whistle blows, their egos vanish. they fear you, they revere you, and every last one of them is completely disarmed by you. win the cup and maybe one of the boys will even win your heart. open romance