Fight Me.

Millicent Bulstrode. A sixth year Slytherin and currently wonder what the hell you are doing here?

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Quidditch Game!

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Let’s hope I stay on your good side so I’m not a part of that. [Sophie is a little nervous. She knows Gryffindors tend to be the butt of Slytherin jokes.]

Most guys tend to be greedy little rats. They’re allowed to go off with whatever tart they like, but their girlfriend isn’t allowed to dance with a friend. [She sighs, and calms herself down.] Yeah, though Skeeter might like that, she seems the girly type. What about  vomit green?

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Nah, you're fine, Roper. I'll give you the heads up if we do something like flood Gryffindor tower.

Sounds like you've had some rats. What you should do is put a rat in their bed. [Millicent grins as Sophie suggests a horrible green for Rita Skeeter's hair.] Yes. That's perfect.

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Quidditch Game!

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Sounds like you two are going to have some fun. I hope you don’t get in trouble, knowing you two, you’ll make it. [Sophie fully realizes that Millicent didn’t ask her what she was doing at the dance, but tells her anyway.] I’ve decided to just go stag. I’d hate to have some date there telling me who I can and can’t dance with.

Well, maybe I’ll have to take care of her myself. For the protection of the innocent male students she might be preying upon of course. [Plans flash through her head, and she tries to think of something she can do that isn’t dangerous.]

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This one isn't too huge of anything. Eventually though, we're going to pull something that'll be the stuff of legends.

If you're going out with boys who tell you what to do, you're going out with the wrong sort of boys, Roper. [Millicent pauses for a moment. Thinking.] As for Skeeter. I say we charm her hair pink.

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Quidditch Game!

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Oh God, the dance. I nearly forgot. You going with Vince?

[Sophie looks all around the game, but her eyes rest on Graham again.] It is rather odd. Maybe I’ll write an anonymous letter to the Ministry about it, get that sorted after things calm down.

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[Millicent pauses, wondering if she should say anything to Sophie about her and Vince's plans to spike the drinks at the party.]

I've got plans with Vince at the party but the way we are about what we do, we'll probably have to show up separately.

The Ministry is thicker than a bunch o' trolls. You could write a novel and they wouldn't notice.

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What kind of research does that book involve?

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Purely not academic research.

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Oh..I’m sorry Millicent, I didn’t realize-

Ohhhhhh what are you reading? [Hannah attempts to bend over and read the title]

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Yeah, well, now you do.

It's research. [The book was titled "Saucy Tricks for Tricky Sorts"]

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Excuse me. Some of us are trying to read here.

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Quidditch Game!

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I would so go do it if I wasn’t worried about them sticking me into a summer detention or something.

And oh yes, very fit. [Sophie admired Graham’s bodyflying tactics, and followed him around with her eyes. She clears her throat and then turns back to Millicent.] Yeah, she seems to be a bit too obsessed with Harry, Maybe she’s some sort of cougar.

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I've got plans for the dance that I can't be in detention for. Next game though. We'll just have to survive this one.

[Millicent watches the older Slytherin fly around a while more.] I wouldn't doubt it. Volunteering to spend her time watching very closely to boys fly around on brooms.

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Quidditch Game!

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I really hate Skeeter. She doesn’t add anything interesting to the game, plus her voice makes me want to strangle something.

Maybe we should go push her over the stands and take over, that would be good entertainment.

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I think I'll need to stuff my ears with cotton next time. We would be loads better than her at this.

Like, have a look at Graham. [Millicent points] Fit boy on the better team, not mentioned once yet by Skeeter. A shame.

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True. His dad probably enchanted that broom when he got it. I wouldn’t put it past Malfoy Senior.

It feels like we’ve been here for hours, and no sign of it. They could at least conjure up a screen for the stands so we know where it is.

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It would explain why he's just that much faster when they've all got the same broom.

They need a screen or the nitwit Skeeter talking about more than Potter flying about or arguing with Hooch.

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Quidditch Game!

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I wonder if Malfoy’s ever tried any cheating spells. Wouldn’t surprise me if he did.

[She looks around the sky, and squints to look into the stands. It’s hopeless, she thinks, and knows this is why she didn’t get into Quidditch.] Absolutely nothing.

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He'd never soil his own hands like that. Get himself kicked off the team. I'm sure he'd rather let someone else do it for him.

Same for me. It's like they didn't even consider that maybe they should have used such a ridiculously small ball.

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sharon rooney for the independent. photographs by david vintiner.

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Quidditch Game!

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To be fair, Harry and Malfoy are equally matched when it comes to skill.

[Sophie watches as the quaffle is being thrown around the pitch.] Go Go Hippogriffs! [She screams this outloud, and the rest of the people in the stands follows suit.]

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Malfoy's probably wetting his pants hoping he's better.

[Millicent is quick to follow suit, hooting and hollering. When everything quiets down she turns to Sophie.] You see something?

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Quidditch Game!

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Suit yourself then [Sophie shrugs, slightly discouraged that she was referred to by her last name, but then wonders what she was thinking, imagining they were past the point.]

Have you seen the snitch yet? It’s doing a particularly good hiding job.

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[Millicent doesn't notice Sophie's discouraged tone. Rather she looks up to actively look for the snitch.]

Eh...No... [She narrows her eyes.] I can never find that bloody thing unless it smacks me in the face. Draco better find it before Potter, otherwise I'll never let him live it down.

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Quidditch Game!

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I’d be a keeper. Just so, you know, I can make that joke everytime. ‘I’m a Keeper.’ [Sophie laughs at her own silliness, and then waves it off.]

If you are interested, I can show you around Muggle England. I know some great places. Watching Crabbe get drunk and then mock the muggles sounds a bit amusing.

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That's bloody awful.

I'm happy right in my England, Roper. I might try the booze, but I don't want to deal with the Muggles. Crabbe mocking the muggles would be amusing though.

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Quidditch Game!

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I have to admit, I was terrified back then. It’s why I don’t play.

You know what, I’ll have to do that. I’m sure that I can get some this summer, and bring it next year. Or who knows, maybe I’ll see you two during the break.

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I'm no good on a broom. If I was and was actually interested in playing I'd want to be a beater.

That'd be bloody brilliant to see. Like I said, I'd pay money to see someone get Vince to drink muggle booze. Here at school or not.

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Attendance Bonus: If you respond to this ask by Monday, 5:30 pm EST you will be able to earn the team of your choice 10 points.

Now that the game was well in, Sophie's enthusiasm had rubbed off on Millicent. Even though she could really care less about the score, Millicent was having fun at the match. She kept an eye out for Vince, cheering particularly loud when he lobbed a bludger at that mudblood, Finch-Fletchley. It was dead on, Millicent didn't suspect anything less. Even better that Madam Hooch didn't see it happen and the opposing team wouldn't get the chance to score on a penalty. Not that Finch-Fletchley would even manage a penalty shot after that hit, he wasn't flying quite straight yet.

"Nice shot, Vince!" Millicent shouted, her hands cupped around her mouth. She was standing now, completely ignoring any disgruntled comments from behind her. "Go, go, Hippogriffs!"

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Quidditch Game!

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Sophie’s eyes turn onto the game and watch as the bludgers fly around with the players.]

I’m more of a pumpkin person, when it comes to juice. Butterbeer is my favorite though, followed by muggle raspberry liquor. [She doesn’t take her eyes off the game, just takes another drink from the bottle.] Yeah, I prefer partying with Crabbe than studying with Hermione.

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Remember when that one went haywire second year? [Millicent watches one shoot across the pitch, keeping her eyes on it for its inevitable turn.] That was brilliant.

I haven't tried any muggle liquor. Heard it doesn't do the same. I'd pay good money to see you try and get Vince to drink muggle booze, double if he drank it and didn't spit it out.