Categories > Books > Harry Potter > There Once Was a Girl Named Elizabeth Riddle
Heirs of a cold war
That's what we've become
Inheriting troubles I'm mentally numb
Crazy, I just can not bare
I'm living with something that just isn't fair
Mental wounds not healing
Who and what's to blame
I'm going off the rails on a crazy train
“So you’re telling me you took on a troll?” Draco questions on our way towards the Quidditch pitch. Today is the first Quidditch match; Slytherin verse Gryffindor.
“Not all by myself, but yeah, I helped bring it down,” I answer as a group of students rush past me.
“You’re crazy, Elizabeth,” Draco laughs.
“Am not,” I answer as we climb the stairs up towards where Slytherin’s designated spot to sit is.
“No one in there right mind would go looking for a troll and then try and fight it off; even if they did have help.”
“Fine then maybe I’m not right in the head,” I reply, looking over my shoulder at him.
“Maybe you aren’t,” he answers with a shrug.
Even though I know he’s joking I can’t help but wonder if that’s what all the teachers think; that I’m going loopy. I’ve skipped classes, had a fit, and got caught in the girl’s bathroom trying to fight off a troll along with three other first – years. That can’t be normal. Put all that on top of my marked last name and I’ve got myself a one way trip to Azkaban lined up. What’s wrong with me?
Taking my seat I remain quiet until the game starts. I just can’t form words. Even when Draco asks if I am alright all I can do is nod. It’s easier to lie when you don’t have to talk.
After a few more minutes the players start to come out on the field, circling over out heads a few times before gathering around mid – pitch. Potter managed to make the team; Seeker. This makes my blood boil; Draco is just as good as perfect Potter yet no one offered him a spot on Slytherin’s team.
“Welcome to Hogwart’s first Quidditch game of the season. Today’s game, Slytherin verses Gryffindor! The players take their positions as Madame Hooch steps onto the pitch to begin the game! The Blugers are up followed by the Golden Snitch. Remember, the Snitch is worth 150 points. The Seeker who catches the Snitch ends the game. The Quaffle is released and the game begins!” Leah Jordon, who I’ve heard announces for all Quidditch games, says.
I cheer along with the others as the players begin to fly about, each doing their appointed jobs. I think I yell and whistle because everyone else is doing it. I don’t really feel when I do things anymore. I just do them because that is what is required to make people believe I’ve not lost it entirely. I’ve seen people play Quidditch before but never this close. It’s amazing. You actually feel like you’re part of the game. I want to be able to fly so badly.
Just as a Gryffindor girl gets the Quaffle through the Slytherin post Leah is on again, “Angelina Johnson scored! Ten points for Gryffindor! Slytherin takes the Quaffle, Betchley passes to Captain Marcus Flint.”
Marcus Flint; sixth – year, tall, nice muscles, slate grey eyes, and dark hair, despite his large front teeth he is very good looking. By the looks of it he’s aggressive too. Glancing up into the sky I notice Flint attempting to knock one of the Gryffindor players from his broom. It doesn’t work and Gryffindor regains control of the Quaffle.
“Another ten points to Gryffindor!” announces Leah. So far the game is not in our favor.
I notice Marcus Flint taking a club from one of our Beaters, sending a Bluger towards the Gryffindor captain. This knocks him from his broom leaving the Gryffindor goal posts wide open. I smile over at Draco who is cheering our house team on as they gain ten points.
Again I turn my attention to the skies just in time to see yet another Gryffindor players fall out of the air. This gives us an advantage and Slytherin gets another ten points. We are now tied with Gryffindor. I hope we find the Snitch soon.
Just as I think this both Harry and Terence Higgs, our Seeker, take off towards the tiny gold ball. Just as both are about to crash into the grass Higgs pulls out allowing Potter to continue on. He stands up on his broom, inches from the ground, his hand screeched towards the flying ball. As he steps forward Potter summersaults off the front of his broom, landing on the pitch. Sitting up he looks like me might be sick. Instead of hurling he spits out the Snitch, holding it up for everyone to see.
This is ridiculous.
“He’s got the Snitch! Harry Potter receives 150 points for catching the Snitch!” Leah exclaims, you can tell he’s excited.
This is rubbish. In truth he really hasn’t caught the Snitch, he almost swallowed it. I suppose this still counts but it’s a load of rubbish.
Standing I head towards the castle, Draco behind me. I take off running towards the entrance as a light drizzle begins. I can hear Draco’s shoes hitting the earth hard, he’s running after me. Why? Just about an hour ago he said I was crazy. Of course I’ve moved on, forgiven him but…he confuses me. A finger pokes me in the side causing me to twitch, laughing lightly as I turn to see Draco.
He pulls me into a hug, his chin resting on my shoulder, “Even though you’re a bit touched in the head you’ll always be my best friend. Don’t forget that.”
“Never,” I reply wrapping my arms awkwardly around him.
It isn’t like we’ve never hugged before it’s just this time feels different; like he might actually mean something by it. That’s utterly ridiculous. He said we where friends, that’s all we’ll ever be. That’s how I like it.
“Tonight, meet me here. I’ll have a broom for you,” with that Draco passes me, heading into the castle.
I’m lucky to have friends like Draco Malfoy.
Comments? Questions? Review.
That's what we've become
Inheriting troubles I'm mentally numb
Crazy, I just can not bare
I'm living with something that just isn't fair
Mental wounds not healing
Who and what's to blame
I'm going off the rails on a crazy train
“So you’re telling me you took on a troll?” Draco questions on our way towards the Quidditch pitch. Today is the first Quidditch match; Slytherin verse Gryffindor.
“Not all by myself, but yeah, I helped bring it down,” I answer as a group of students rush past me.
“You’re crazy, Elizabeth,” Draco laughs.
“Am not,” I answer as we climb the stairs up towards where Slytherin’s designated spot to sit is.
“No one in there right mind would go looking for a troll and then try and fight it off; even if they did have help.”
“Fine then maybe I’m not right in the head,” I reply, looking over my shoulder at him.
“Maybe you aren’t,” he answers with a shrug.
Even though I know he’s joking I can’t help but wonder if that’s what all the teachers think; that I’m going loopy. I’ve skipped classes, had a fit, and got caught in the girl’s bathroom trying to fight off a troll along with three other first – years. That can’t be normal. Put all that on top of my marked last name and I’ve got myself a one way trip to Azkaban lined up. What’s wrong with me?
Taking my seat I remain quiet until the game starts. I just can’t form words. Even when Draco asks if I am alright all I can do is nod. It’s easier to lie when you don’t have to talk.
After a few more minutes the players start to come out on the field, circling over out heads a few times before gathering around mid – pitch. Potter managed to make the team; Seeker. This makes my blood boil; Draco is just as good as perfect Potter yet no one offered him a spot on Slytherin’s team.
“Welcome to Hogwart’s first Quidditch game of the season. Today’s game, Slytherin verses Gryffindor! The players take their positions as Madame Hooch steps onto the pitch to begin the game! The Blugers are up followed by the Golden Snitch. Remember, the Snitch is worth 150 points. The Seeker who catches the Snitch ends the game. The Quaffle is released and the game begins!” Leah Jordon, who I’ve heard announces for all Quidditch games, says.
I cheer along with the others as the players begin to fly about, each doing their appointed jobs. I think I yell and whistle because everyone else is doing it. I don’t really feel when I do things anymore. I just do them because that is what is required to make people believe I’ve not lost it entirely. I’ve seen people play Quidditch before but never this close. It’s amazing. You actually feel like you’re part of the game. I want to be able to fly so badly.
Just as a Gryffindor girl gets the Quaffle through the Slytherin post Leah is on again, “Angelina Johnson scored! Ten points for Gryffindor! Slytherin takes the Quaffle, Betchley passes to Captain Marcus Flint.”
Marcus Flint; sixth – year, tall, nice muscles, slate grey eyes, and dark hair, despite his large front teeth he is very good looking. By the looks of it he’s aggressive too. Glancing up into the sky I notice Flint attempting to knock one of the Gryffindor players from his broom. It doesn’t work and Gryffindor regains control of the Quaffle.
“Another ten points to Gryffindor!” announces Leah. So far the game is not in our favor.
I notice Marcus Flint taking a club from one of our Beaters, sending a Bluger towards the Gryffindor captain. This knocks him from his broom leaving the Gryffindor goal posts wide open. I smile over at Draco who is cheering our house team on as they gain ten points.
Again I turn my attention to the skies just in time to see yet another Gryffindor players fall out of the air. This gives us an advantage and Slytherin gets another ten points. We are now tied with Gryffindor. I hope we find the Snitch soon.
Just as I think this both Harry and Terence Higgs, our Seeker, take off towards the tiny gold ball. Just as both are about to crash into the grass Higgs pulls out allowing Potter to continue on. He stands up on his broom, inches from the ground, his hand screeched towards the flying ball. As he steps forward Potter summersaults off the front of his broom, landing on the pitch. Sitting up he looks like me might be sick. Instead of hurling he spits out the Snitch, holding it up for everyone to see.
This is ridiculous.
“He’s got the Snitch! Harry Potter receives 150 points for catching the Snitch!” Leah exclaims, you can tell he’s excited.
This is rubbish. In truth he really hasn’t caught the Snitch, he almost swallowed it. I suppose this still counts but it’s a load of rubbish.
Standing I head towards the castle, Draco behind me. I take off running towards the entrance as a light drizzle begins. I can hear Draco’s shoes hitting the earth hard, he’s running after me. Why? Just about an hour ago he said I was crazy. Of course I’ve moved on, forgiven him but…he confuses me. A finger pokes me in the side causing me to twitch, laughing lightly as I turn to see Draco.
He pulls me into a hug, his chin resting on my shoulder, “Even though you’re a bit touched in the head you’ll always be my best friend. Don’t forget that.”
“Never,” I reply wrapping my arms awkwardly around him.
It isn’t like we’ve never hugged before it’s just this time feels different; like he might actually mean something by it. That’s utterly ridiculous. He said we where friends, that’s all we’ll ever be. That’s how I like it.
“Tonight, meet me here. I’ll have a broom for you,” with that Draco passes me, heading into the castle.
I’m lucky to have friends like Draco Malfoy.
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