With a name destined to get her into trouble, Sapphire Black knew that the only way to live life was by taking risks and never looking back. Her brother, family and friends at her side were all that she needed to make it through the poor handout sh...
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"I swear, I'm going to go over and say something."
"Don't Sapphire, he's just being Malfoy."
"He's being an idiot," Sapphire replied with a huff.
"Maybe but Alex will say something if he gets really annoying," Fred assured.
Sapphire had been tired of Draco Malfoy's constant whining about how much pain his arm was in. It didn't help that Sapphire knew it was going to potentially cause harm to BuckBeak and Hagrid if Draco had told his father.
Then again Draco was one of the only people who complained about Professor Lupin so Sapphire wasn't really surprised by him. Her godfather was the favourite teacher in the school! Although Sapphire adored Remus, her favourite teacher would always be Professor McGonagall.
Professor McGonagall knew Sapphire Black better than any student there. When she was a first year, Sapphire didn't have a good experience with making friends or avoiding attention like she had planned. For the first few months, she could barely function and found herself relying on the wise words that the Transfiguration teacher had to offer. It was her that managed to put her into the care of the Weasley Twins and reminded her that if people were going to make her feel bad, perhaps she should just stop listening to them.
So she did. Her avoidance of everyone else turned into embracing her craziness and stopping worrying about what anyone else thought of her. She was happier after doing so, that much was sure, and she had found her true personality along with it.
However, at the start of October, Sapphire finally had the one thing she had waited so long for. The Quidditch season was approaching, and Oliver Wood, captain of the Gryffindor team, called a meeting one Thursday evening to discuss tactics for the new season.
There were seven people on a Quidditch team: three Chasers, whose job it was to score goals by putting the Quaffe (a red, football-sized ball) through one of the fifty-foot-high hoops at each end of the pitch, two Beaters, who were equipped with heavy bats to repel the Bludgers (two heavy black balls which zoomed around trying to attack the players); a Keeper, who defended the goalposts, and the Seeker, who had the hardest job of all, that of catching the Golden Snitch, a tiny, winged, walnut-sized ball, whose capture ended the game and earned the Seeker's team an extra one hundred and fifty points.
Oliver Wood was a burly seventeen-year-old, now in his seventh and final year at Hogwarts. There was a quiet sort of desperation in his voice as he addressed his six fellow team members in the chilly changing rooms on the edge of the darkening Quidditch pitch.
