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Jai didn't play Quidditch competitively, but that didn't mean that he didn't spend all of his free time practicing. Between his woodworking, research and training, schoolwork had been losing out. To Jai's utter mortification, he'd been kept back a year to make up for all the work he'd been ignoring. He wasn't a dunce: far from it. He just had better things to do. Jai pelted the practice Quaffle at the lower right ring and scored spectacularly (Keeper or no Keeper, he thought, That must've looked pretty good). He was trying not to let his mood become sour and not sulk about his 'demotion'. The rest of Slytherin House gave him enough sh** without him adding to it, himself. The stern talking-to he'd gotten from the Slytherin Prefect (younger than him by a year, Merlin, the mortification!) would follow him for the rest of his young life.
"Slytherins don't this, Slytherins don't that," Jai muttered to himself as he threw the Quaffle as hard as he could at the middle ring. It hit the rim so hard that the reverberation echoed throughout the pitch, and through its callback, Jai finally heard the sound of another broom. Great. Things couldn't be any better, he thought sourly.
Jai touched his Firebolt down lightly and flung his gear bag over his shoulder, scowling up at the other flyer moodily. There was plenty of woodworking to do back in the common room, and his experimental wand-protecting potion only had an hour till it was ready to come off the flames. He was just unclipping his gloves when a soft whistling made him turn too late. There was no more warning before he was bowled head-over-heels by a summoned broom, catching him right in the small of his back and planting him face down in the winter mud. Jai staggered to his feet, pushed his sopping hair out of his face, and advanced towards the source with murder in his eyes. He had half a mind to pull out his wand.
"HEY!" bellowed Jai. "What the hell, squib?! Did you not see me there?"
"Slytherins don't this, Slytherins don't that," Jai muttered to himself as he threw the Quaffle as hard as he could at the middle ring. It hit the rim so hard that the reverberation echoed throughout the pitch, and through its callback, Jai finally heard the sound of another broom. Great. Things couldn't be any better, he thought sourly.
Jai touched his Firebolt down lightly and flung his gear bag over his shoulder, scowling up at the other flyer moodily. There was plenty of woodworking to do back in the common room, and his experimental wand-protecting potion only had an hour till it was ready to come off the flames. He was just unclipping his gloves when a soft whistling made him turn too late. There was no more warning before he was bowled head-over-heels by a summoned broom, catching him right in the small of his back and planting him face down in the winter mud. Jai staggered to his feet, pushed his sopping hair out of his face, and advanced towards the source with murder in his eyes. He had half a mind to pull out his wand.
"HEY!" bellowed Jai. "What the hell, squib?! Did you not see me there?"
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