Quidditch Fanatics PV: Clover Edevane Closed

"Oh no, you can go on with whatever you like about my parents. They're just words," Lilith said. This Slytherin could say the worst things imaginable about her parents, but Lilith would just put the stove on boiling and join in as well.

Lilith could tell she hit a spot with her family. The girl's face got too hard too quickly and she refused to defend her parents like a true loving child would. What? Did mommy and daddy not buy her a horse or something and now she is throwing a fit? Cutting them off from her lives? Lilith didn't say that. Somethings she could catch before they went out of her mouth.

"Poor? Who says I'm poor?" Lilith thinks about the trunk of valuables from her old house and the red velvet bag and galleons she won. "I have clothes on, don't I? I look clean to you? I have all my Hogwarts supplies like anyone else. I can't be that poor or I wouldn't be here."

Tipping forward on her broom, Lilith started to free fall through the air, straight towards the ground. Bringing her broom up at the last minute, Lilith avoided hitting the ground and had to bend her feet from burning off due to contact. Reaching a handout, she grabbed one of the Quaffles from the bucket of old Quidditch supplies and lifted herself back into the air, flying up to where the other Slytherin girl was.

She leveled her broom in front of her, clasping the Quaffle in two hands. She threw the Quaffle into the other girl's chest with more force than necessary. "Up for a little game? I was supposed to be practicing flying out here but considering you don't look too keen on leaving, I might as well put you to good use then. Hope you like being a Chaser."

Lilith flew to the right, taking those sets of hoops as she turned back to face her opponent. "Rules are simple: get the Quaffle into the other person's hoop. The first to ten points wins and every hoop is one point. Oh and try not to kill anyone, alright?"

"You don't know what you're up against." Clover said with a smirk as she easily catched the Quaffle in her hands.

She had always played Chaser when playing with her brother and his friends as a child, so she was indeed talented considering the fact that she easily beated teenage boys by the age of seven. As a kid she often practised in the Danish woods, and that had also made her coordination rather good. She took a moment just to feel the broom and decided that the fact that her broom was worse wasn't going to stop her from taking this girl down.

After all it's the player, not the broom that makes a winner.

She flew to the left and looked at the girl to see if she was ready, and she looked as ready as could be expected. Clover did a loop and flew as hard as the broom allowed her to the right of the girl. As she was almost beside her Clover turned her broom a bit just to hit the girl slightly out of balance. Since the girl specifically had asked for no killing Clover didn't hit her too hard, just hard enough for her to feel it.

Clover smirked for just a second and then continued closer to the hoops where she threw the Quaffle up in the air and kicked it into the hoop with the back of her lousy broomstick. Easy.

Gryffindors aren't the only ones who can show off.

The Slythern agreed to her little Quidditch battle and went to her side. She flew past, bumping Lilith, but her tight grip caught her from falling off her broom. She should have expected a Slytherin to play aggressively, but that was good. Lilith liked aggressive. Maybe she was cut out for a Beater instead.

If there was one thing Lilith had above all else, it was speed. She loved to feel the wind whipped through her hair and claw at her clothes. It felt like she was one with the wind, making the breeze as she flew by. She allowed the momentum from the hit to tip her broom, letting herself freefall through the air before violently spinning and taking up like a rocket. Her broom was better than her opponent's. She could easily go faster. Was it fair? No, but that was the Slytherin's own fault for picking the wrong broom.

Angling her broom upwards, Lilith swept up. She should have just thrown it in then trying to show off. It went slower and arced dangerously, leaving Lilith enough room to swoop right up into the arm and catch it, tucking it under her left arm like she has seen Muggle American football players do.

"If you want, you can go get a better broom," Lilith nodded down to the rack of brooms below. She was nothing if not a fair sport. "You're gonna need it."

Lilith burst off from her place, zigzagging through the air in good fun as she reeled back and launched the Quaffle, aiming for the center hoop. Her accuracy wasn't the best, but the shot was clear.