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Vanity Mettlestone Third Year Beater

Vanity Mettlestone Slytherin Third Year

Vanity Mettlestone Slytherin

Vanity was excited for this match, Ravenclaw would be no real challenge for them, they were the nerds. She was eager to beat the house both her siblings were in, even though neither of them was on the Quidditch team. She grabbed her bat firmly and waited for Lennox to tell them something generic...

Vanity tried to find a bludger to hit but didn't see any nearby.

Vanity Mettlestone as Little Red Riding Hood

Vanity tried to hit a bludger but missed, she huffed in annoyance.

Vanity glanced at the girl who joined, recognising her as the girl who organised it last time. Unfortunately she didn’t seem annoyed, that would’ve been funny. Vanity couldn’t resist trying to stir the pot a bit. She sat down. “You’re so sweet, not even minding that she stole your idea.” She...

Vanity laughed at Morrie’s threat, giving her a scornful look. “Try it and I’ll scream and you’ll be in trouble.” She said, tossing her hair back. She scowled as she heard June’s annoying voice chime in. She turned to her with a glare. “Shut up, don’t you have friends your own age to talk to or...

Vanity could not believe how lame the first and second years were, had she really thought she was so cool last year? She could barely tell the difference between the fresh firsties and the people who were now in second year. Thank Merlin she was now so much more mature as a third year, she bet...

Vanity was not a fan of the third year so far, everything was so hard, and it was like the teachers expected them to do homework every day or something. Seeing posters for a study group, Vanity had just assumed it was the same one she had attended at the end of last semester. Vanity mostly went...

Vanity had quite enjoyed being on the Quidditch team and was pretty confident she might make a starting position now. She smiled as she started. "Vanity Mettlestone, playing beater, as you know." She said. She took to the air on her new broom, clutching a beater's bat in her hand. She flew...