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i'm gonna getcha getcha getcha getcha, Freddie + Alfie
Frederica Rose was absolutely terrible at Transfiguration. When she first learnt that she could do magic, Freddie thought the idea of turning stuff into other stuff was pretty freakin' cool. Now, it was the bane of her entire existence. Why on earth she would need a rat that could also double as a goblet was beyond the young Slytherin -- let alone why she had to be tested on such a matter. It was like working out what would happen if you and your friend had to share 50 watermelons between the two of you: completely unrealistic in the real world. Freddie didn't even like watermelon.
But, despite how much this subject made her feel so, the redhead wasn't an idiot. She knew that no matter how much she complained it wasn't going to get this spell learned. And so, Freddie had made her way down to the castle grounds after classes that day with the intent of practising until she was 100% perfect. That, and, making sure she was in a mostly secluded enough spot near a wooded area so that no one could see her trying and failing.
And failing was most certainly what Freddie was doing. No matter how hard she tried, the blooming creature didn't want to budge. She had tried moving her wand in different motions. She had tried different voices. She had tried differing the distance between her and her cat, Soot (who was totally judging her by the way). No luck. Freddie screamed out in frustration. And by screamed in was an loud yell and a lot of stamping.
Freddie picked up her wand once more and, attempting to add as much conviction as she could, swished and flicked towards the black feline. Nothing. The Slytherin was close to breaking her wand in half. However, realising that this was a terrible irreversible decision decided it was better to destroy something else. She picked up a plank of wood and a nearby rock. Volleying the stone in the air she hit it with a thwack into a nearby tree. The resulting crack was somewhat satisfying and, happy to be momentarily distracted by some much needed chaos, Freddie searched for a bigger stone.
The Hogwarts grounds were dreary. As much as Alfie wished the weather would warm up for the upcoming quidditch season, it didn't appear that he'd get away without wearing a jumper for quite some time. That didn't mean that practice would be cancelled. Quidditch commenced rain or shine. If you didn't like it, you didn't play, simple as that. The Gryffindor house team didn't have a choice. You played in the rain, or you were off the team.
The rain had finally cleared up for the moment, so Alfie was lazily making his way over to the quidditch pitch with his broom strapped to his shoulder as he heard a scream from across the grounds. It sent a shiver up his spine and immediately sent him running full sprint toward the trees. Alfie was always finding any reason to be a hero, and here was an opportunity. Even if it was a bit inconvenient since he was looking to fly a bit before the rain started coming down hard again. Oh well.
Alfie stopped suddenly at the trees clearing when his eyes focused on who was screaming like a freak at the edge of the forest. Freddie. It would be. What the fuck! Freddie was a few years below Alfie, and he found the young girl very endearing, and a bit annoying at times. They had had some interesting encounters and this would probably be one to add to the ever-growing list of events.
Freddie was pacing around staring at the ground near a pile of rocks, her black cat watching her intently. "What in the flying Hyppogriff are ye doing?!" Alfie called out breathlessly in a thick Irish accent, marching over to where the redhead was having an obvious temper tantrum. Well, thank Merlin she wasn't being abducted by a Death Eater, mauled by a dark creature, or something.... Alfie stopped in front of the red head, giving her a baffled look, "--Did'ya lose yer pet rock?" he jested, never able to resist a joke, even in an obviously stressful time. It was a bit of a defense mechanism that seemed to work well for him, so he'd have to embrace it.
Freddie barely registered Alfie's arrival before he spoke because rock finding was very serious business. For example, you didn't want to use one that was too crumbly (because where was the challenge in that?) nor one that was too heavy (the redhead was strong but she wasn't strong). Freddie tried not to liken herself to children's literature too often but she starting to get a Goldilocks vibe about the whole situation. Seriously, was there some shortage of whack-able rocks plaguing Hogwarts that she was, up until now, unaware of? This was ridiculous.
"What in the flying Hyppogriff are ye doing?!"
Freddie looked up for her excavation to see the older Gryffindor. She scowled because 1) didn't he know it was rude to interrupt someone who was clearly trying to do something very important and 2) it was her favourite past time to scowl at people. To be fair, Freddie did like Alfie: he put up with a lot of her nonsense and that was pretty much the only requisite the Slytherin had for mild companionship. Also, he seemed to let her make fun of him which meant she wouldn't lose her edge when she returned to her siblings during the breaks. It was a win-win situation. Well, for Freddie at least.
"--Did'ya lose yer pet rock?"
Freddie stuck out her tongue and returned to her search.
"Obviously that's not what's happening here," she said while rummaging in a different pile of rocks. Oh what was that -- it was perfect! She pulled out an almost sphere-shaped dark grey stone and lifted it triumphantly above her head. "I am the best at finding things!"
Returning to her previous position, Freddie once again served the rock -- this time being greeted with a slightly louder and more satisfying crack. She grinned and then turned to Alfie, offering him the plank of wood as if so to say -- your turn?
Alfie watched the redhead as she scurried around, mustering every fiber of her being to find a perfect....rock? Okay, that was a new one. He watched what Freddie was doing wordlessly, a mixture of curiosity and amusement washing over him. This was one of the few reasons he chose to keep the girl around and often see what she was up to. She was very entertaining, and quite funny. Alfie watched as she chucked the rock at the tree and gave her a satisfied nod, very impressive force there. She must have had some pent up anger in her to release, this was a great channel.
"Freddie, we gotta get ya quaffle to start chuckin' around like that..." Alfie mused with a laugh, only half-joking, she had some pretty good aim at the tree. "Slytherin may have a prospect Chaser in their radar and not even know it yet." he stated, watching as she grabbed another rock and celebrated being a great finder. He burst out with laughter at the hilarious display and set his broom down in the dirt. She had his attention now, especially when she held up the rock and wooden plank for him for 'his turn'. "Well, blimey, you don't gotta pull me arm for a good time." he said with a shrug, marching over enthusiastically and extending his hand to retrieve the wooden board.
Alfie bent down to pick up a rock, just any measley rock, and tossed it in the air before swinging at it with as much force as he could muster, sending it flying at the tree with a equally satisfying CRACK. The rock crumbled into a bunch of pieces, sending a shard of tree bark flying. "Aye, that was satisfying." he nodded, sending a triumphant look in Freddies direction.
"Did you come out here to scream bloody murder or are you just training to be Hogwarts next quidditch star?" He asked her with a raised brow. However, he was still very much relieved that no one needed any saving, she was literally kicking rocks in the woods. No harm done there. Alfie held the plank out for the girl again before picking up another rock on the ground. "I'll serve ya, go!" Alfie coached, tossing the rock into the air for Freddie to hit it with all of her force. Hopefully she had good aim or it would hit Alfie, but he wasn't really considering that factor about now.
If Freddie was going to be perfectly honest (and, to be fair, when was a better time to be than in a secluded wooded area) she always had pent up anger in some shape or form. Maybe it was because she was a redhead, or very Scottish, or had a lot to be angry about -- or even all three -- but she didn't find it hard to muster up a fuss about something. It was one of her many very special talents. Often, things were set on fire if she was in a mood so really she was maturing... a bit... which was very disappointing in Freddie's eyes.
"Wha'? So ye dinnae think I c'uld take on a bludger?" She rallied, actually a bit hurt that her whacking capabilities were being brought into question. The very nerve of Alfie. She watched as he took his swing, trying not to show that she was somewhat impressed. First of all, as much as she liked him he was on a rival quidditch team. And second, she knew he wouldn't let her live it down if, shock horror, she was nice to him. So instead, she decided to reward his efforts with a healthy dose of sarcasm and depreciation. All with, of course, a grin to show it was in good jest really.
"A'right," she said taking back the hunk of wood. "Yer no all that. Calm down."
She hit the plank against the slight mossy ground like she had seen those American lot do when they were playing baseball. She still didn't understand why they did it but it looked cool 'af' so obviously she was going to give it a go. Also, she was using the motion as so to signal to Alfie that she was beyond ready.
"Wha' d'ya mean trainin'? Am already a star..."
And while it would have been super hilarious for Fred if she had 'accidentally' hit Alfie, she was way more of a show off than she was a menace. She watched as the rock flew through the air, a little disappointed that the Gryffindor hadn't put in the same sort of care that she had for finding the perfect target. But alas, it would have to do. Trying to be as calculated as she could, Freddie pulled back and thwacked with all her might. This was going to be great.
This was terrible. For while the original contact made a wonderful crunch the rock itself missed every tree in the vicinity and ventured off out of sight.
Well, bummer, that wasn't any fun. Disappointment stung Freddie's face like a nasty slap.
"Oi, don' get yer knickers in a bunch, pretty sure I didn't say that lassie." Alfie snorted, rolling his eye balls to the back of his head, kicking a couple rocks at his feet aimlessly. Small dust clouds started to surround him. He could already see where this conversation was going and he wasn't going to play those feminist reindeer games. There was no winning, and Alfie was the sorest of losers. Serena had given him an ear full plenty times about that stuff. Alfie believed that anyone could hit a bludger, it just took a lot more effort for some, which was why he preferred not having girls as Beaters on his team. Okay, maybe that was a bit sexist, he would adjust that mentality....eventually.
Freddie challenged Alfie, reminding him that he wasn't 'All That', but that didn't phase him one bit. Alfie was a bit full of himself, he knew he was charismatic and he knew that he was good at quidditch. As long as he had those two things he knew he'd be okay in life...for now. Alfie handed the plank over to the girl with a competitive glare, "False." he poked his tongue out at the red head, mocking her slightly in a childish fashion, "...I'm all that and a bag o' chips. So--" he stated as a matter of factly, sending a smug smile in her direction following with a trademark eyebrow waggle. Sometimes he was too much. There was no raining on his parade, ever.
Alfie watched at the girl as the plank made contact with the rock, much to his amusement, she was equally disappointed in herself than he was at the effort. It was very anticlimactic. "That was terrible. If ye hit a bludger like that I reckon it'll come right back and whack your teeth out, hen." He stated, still getting a laugh out of her failed attempt after so much talk. "Go again, that was weak...show me what yer worth." he challenged while kneeling down to find a good rock. This time he was actually going to find a sturdy, heavy, rock. Oh, there was one...Alfie stood up straight and served the rock as if he had seen in Muggle television, chucking it towards the redhead with all of his might.
"Yeah a soggy bag o' chips, maybe..."
Freddie rolled her eyes. Gosh was Alfie hard work sometimes. "Not ev'n the seagulls wuld wunt ya." But then he wiggled his eyebrows and that made her laugh and very quickly all was forgiven. Which Freddie found a little unfair -- naturally -- because it wasn't her fault that Alfie was taking advantage of her great sense of humour.
That being said, disappointment always found a way to dampen her mood. She couldn't believe the hit hadn't been successful nor that she had blundered in front of a quidditch captain. Part of her wanted to curl up into a small ball and let herself slide into a pit of embarrassment but that would mean accepting defeat and there was no way that was on the cards for her today.
As soon as Freddie had learnt that the Wizarding World had made a sport out of flying on broomsticks and hitting each other with balls, the Snake knew that she wanted nothing more in this new life than to play it. Of course, there had been the first hurdle of actually learning how to fly but with a Slytherin's determination that hadn't proven to be an impossible feat. Freddie had yet to acquire her own broomstick but those things were expensive and she wasn't really sure how was the best way to ask her mum for one for her birthday. Sure, that was another hurdle, another bridge to cross, but that just meant she was more determined not to let things stop her that she could easily rectify with practise and her own two hands.
"I'll whack your teeth oot..." she mumbled under her breath as she lined up for the next shot. She focused in on the rock and trying to simultaneously emulate the right energy and aim plunged the make-shift bat through the air. She watched, almost wanting to cover her eyes with her hands, as the rock flew through the air and hit the tree right next to Alfie with a definite thwack.
Oh my gosh... "Yes!" she bellowed dropping the stick and dancing up towards Alfie with a cocky grin on her face. "'ow's that fer some bludgering, Gryffindor?"
"Oooh, buuurn!" Alfie bellowed, cupping his hands to his face while making a dramatic O-shape with his mouth at the 'soggy chips and seagulls' comment. He loved her disses and quick wit. It was fun to see what sass Freddie would come up with next to keep Alfie in line each day. The younger snake was wise beyond her years, Alfie was completely aware of that. Which was why he had so much fun with her. As childish as she was, she had a heart of gold (when she wanted to), and was a joy to have around.
When Freddie stepped up to bat again, Alfie was ready for another weak hit, so he came in closer to her. Much to his surprise, the redhead hit the rock with a crazy amount of force and it went flying. It took everything in him to keep a straight face as his eyes followed it intently until it hit the tree with a thwack. "Meh. Mediocre." Alfie shrugged as she came dancing up towards him triumphantly, obviously proud of her successful attempt. After about a couple of seconds, his expression melted into one that was actually a bit impressed, "Nah, I'm just feckin' with ya. That was actually pretty good, mate." the lion complimented, giving her a solid pat on the back.
"Now when are ye actually goin' to try with real quidditch supplies...up in the sky? " Alfie snorted, unknowingly realizing how condescending or snobby that could possibly come off as. It was actually an honest question though. For anyone that had even a minuscule amount of interest in quidditch or flying, he tended to talk their ear off. It didn't matter what house you were in, he didn't discriminate, he really just wanted anyone to play with. Playing with new people was always challenge. Secretly, he enjoyed gauging techniques and flaws of other players in opposing houses - which had actually helped multiple times in game play in the past. There was a perk of getting to know your competition, which was probably why playing or practicing with opposing house was probably mostly frowned upon. That didn't really stop Alfie from doing...well, anything...though. If anything, it made the young lion want to do it more.
If Freddie had heard that Alfie thought she had a heart of gold, she would have stomped quite aggressively on his foot, sworn at him, and then told him where to shove it. All while, of course, being secretly pleased that he thought so highly of her. The Slytherin didn't necessarily think of the older student was her big brother -- mostly because he actual one was absolutely awful -- but definitely some sort of fun cousin. The type that you didn't argue with because you didn't have to share anything or spend every waking moment with them even though you wished that you were on the other side of the world or even hell. Yeah, she and Alfie definitely had a better relationship than she had with her biological siblings.
Freddie pouted when Alfie called her mediocre, actually feeling offended and, although she would never admit it, hurt. But always was quickly forgiven as she was patted on the back and she soaked in, what she thought was very well-deserved, praise. She had been watching the Hogwart's quidditch matches ever since she'd arrived at the school and she thought Alfie was beyond brilliant. Of course, she would never admit this to him. She beamed brighter. "Thanks."
And then forced the smile a little more as Alfie brought up quidditch supplies. Yeah, there was no way she was going to bring up all her financial woes -- especially after such a boost to her confidence. "Uh maybe..." She squeezed her face at him and then let her features relax into their neutral positions as she suddenly became very interested in picking at a bit of moss with the wooden plank. "Have you decided what team you want to play for yet?"
If Alfie had known that calling the redhead 'mediocre' had even slightly triggered the girl, he probably would have actually warranted those stupid comments even more. Mostly for the humor out of it. He could practically see the rage in the snakes eyes and it cracked him up, mostly because of their height difference. Alfie knew that Freddie was fully capable of a proper arse whoopin' if she really wanted to. The girl may small, but she was not a force to be reckoned with. Even though Alfie enjoyed messing with her every chance he got...just to remind her who was boss...Freddie was actually the boss, he just didn't really figure it out yet.
Alfie didn't have to think of his answer when Freddie asked what team he was considering on playing. In reality, he wasn't going to be picky. If anyone showed the slightest interest in him, he'd jump the opportunity without thinking twice. Which could be bad, but he was just desperate to play quidditch after graduating. His Ma wouldn't really understand his career choice because she was a hardcore Muggle, but his Pa would get it being a wizard working for the Daily Prophet. "Hm. First choice would naturally be the Ballycastle Bats because they're playin' fer Ireland, but I would be happy to play on any team if they wanted me. I'll know soon enough since they've been scouting games - they just gotta notice me now... " The lion said with a nervous laugh, trying to appear like it wasn't that important, but it was practically consuming his thoughts as of late. He took a breath in through his nostrils and looked at the ground for any good rocks for Freddie to bludgeon.
The young Gryffindor bent down to pick up a perfect stone to pitch at the third year. He raised an eye brow at Freddie to see if she was ready before asking, "Did'ya still need a broom Freds? I reckon I have a broom you could have if that's what is keepin' you from gettin' started." Alfie proposed, curious if she was actually game or not. Hell, if she was he'd get her on it right away. Freddie would be a fierce competitor on the field, Slytherin would be lucky to have her on the team for her attitude alone - even though she was a bit of a punk.
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