“Doing useless things, are we?” The voice had only spoke to one person in particular, condescendingly so. “Applying for tryouts like you’ll be sorted for the team, eh, Levi?”
The group, consisted of some 2rd and 3rd years, all of whom were adorned in Quidditch robes of Slytherin green, stopped in their tracks. None of them had to look to really know whose venom that belonged to. Annie, in particular had a nasty feel, surrounding that impassive face. And not because she liked Levi enough to take his side. Only out of disdain that the most probable effect of this little ‘chat’ which would definitely hinder their team trial.
“Ackerman, leave it.” Levi heard one of the 2rd year girl, Anka, started. “It’s not like you contribute anything to the house ever.”
“Nobody asked your opinion, Rheinberger.” Shikishima glared. “Wasn’t talking to you.”
Nobody asked yours either, Levi could hear the silent collective voices from their faces.
“Free periods, and you chose to spend it with me.” Levi waved away the rest of the trial team to go on without him, much to their dragging curiosity. “Haven’t you got enough that we’re living under the same roof both here and at home…”
Levi was, in actuality, willing pay anyone with galleons worth of fortune if he could be freed from this insufferable goat who had seem to have made it his job to stalk Levi in and out of the common room by every corner of the castle. Doesn’t he have any friends?
“Thought you’d do more work to appease grandfather. He’s not too happy with you, visiting her and lying about it.”
Levi’s brow twitched at the topic, but managed to choose reason over temper. “Thought you’d do more work to exercise your dim-witted brains over grooming your impeccable oil mine you call scalp, but I reckon that’s your business.”
An anger flashed in those black eyes, as opposed to Levi’s disinterest.
“Listen here, you sick, half-goblin–”
Belonging to the same name, both of them turned at the same time at the call. It was Professor–what’s his face-–space geezer that never fail to put him to sleep along the first five minutes of his class, talking about… planet whatever.
“You, get ready for my class,” he told Shikishima. “And you… Quidditch pitch. Now. You haven’t even made the team yet. You’ll be considered out with your pitiful punctuality.”
Shikishima was not happy with the interference but showed no sign of defiance, before strutting away with an obvious scowl, heading back in. Levi, on the other hand, quietly did as he was told--despite being patronised in the process, lifting up his broomstick, as to not let it dragged for concern over the twigs.
He refrained from further conversing with the odd-looking teacher and head straight for the pitch.
What a way to start his day.
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