It was now my fourth year. It was lonesome in Everard’s house. My brother went back to his work and Everard was being as annoying as usual. I was glad to be back at Hogwarts. When I went in, I saw a girl with brown hair, flashing eyes, and pink lips. I walked past her. “Hey.” She called out. “Wherever you go, I bet you’re nasty, plotting out some rude plot to murder Aiden Potter.” I was disturbed. “What I do is my own business, the headmistress trusts me well enough. Now shut up.” I said. “We’ll see about that.” She snickered. I learned that the girl’s name was Clarence. She was a Slytherin. Goodness. And I thought I would never actually get a rival. Then, the Quidditch team needed new members, and Marcus told me that I needed to try again to join the team so that you’d become official. When I was in the field, I saw Aiden, Harriet, and Rosaline. I sat down next to them. “Are you gonna try out, Harriet?” I asked. “The Gryffindor chaser left.” “Yeah.” She replied. It was my turn, I practiced and flew through the field. I saw the snitch and dived for it. When I did, Clarence pushed me. “Oopsie, my mistake.” She would say. I immediately dived for it, and just when I caught it, I was knocked of my broom by Clarence. I fell off and was in the midair, holding my broom with one hand. Aiden went aboard his broom and flew off, trying to help me from falling off. I was frightened. Clarence came again, and whooshed through me. This time, I lost my grip. I screamed my head off. Madam Hooch went aboard her broom. As I fell down, everything turned black.
@Clover_PFP for Clarence Johnson
