For the first time in her life, Gemma was dreading a quidditch match. As she stood in her green uniform, her hair dyed a dull shade of purple, she had to practically drag herself out of the changing rooms. 

'This is gonna be rough,' Regulus murmured to her. 

'Yep,' she agreed. 

'We're going to get hammered.'

'Uh huh.'

The quaffle was tossed in the air, and the game began.

Gemma had completely forgotten how talented Potter was. He caught the quaffle with flourish, and weaved in and out of the opposing players with such ease it made Gemma annoyed. 

She attempted to bludgeon him, but he just ducked, and sent her an insufferable wink. Regulus flew perfect laps around the pitch, where the new Gryffindor seeker, Jamie Martin, just flew far above it all, scanning from one position with his eagle eyes. 

The match was going as badly as it could. With Jules as the only mildly capable chaser, they only got the quaffle a small number of times, and Sirius was not untalented as a keeper. 

'Aston!' Snyde barked. His forehead was coated with sweat from how much Potter was testing him; Gryffindor had 90 points despite Snyde's more than adequate skill. 'Take Potter out!' 

'I'm trying,' she snarled. 'You don't think- look out!' She rammed into him just in time, knocking him out of the way as a bludger hurled towards him. He gripped her arm to steady himself- he looked ready to pass out from exhaustion- and when the bludger came back, she hit it away as hard as she could with her free arm, and looked around for the culprit. 

'Tipstaff!' She roared, so loudly that he nearly dropped his bat. 

'Sorry!" He squeaked. Gemma slowly released Snyde and he nodded to show that he was okay.

'Looks like the Slytherin team are having some problems,' Lupin commented dryly from his spot in the commentator box. Up until now his bias hadn't bothered her, but she was riled up and ready to start a fight over just about anything. 

'Lupin!' She shouted. 'If you don't shut up, I swear that I will rearrange your internal organs!'

'Sorry, sorry,' He said, raising his hands in surrender. 'James, lucky number 7 passes to Dominic Rodriguez, number 4, who passes back to James who shoots... Yeah! James Potter scores, bringing the actual score to 100-20!' 

Gemma looked at Snyde, who was cursing loudly. 

'I'm not saying your a moron, Snyde...' She heard Pettigrew saying, 'but maybe you should pursue something more in your league, like maybe Frog Choir? You've already got the slimy skin.'

Now that was just mean. True, given Snyde's current condition. But still mean. 

'It's not true,' Gemma reassured Snyde and he rolled his eyes. 'Okay, maybe its a bit true.'

'Fucking Pettigrew.'

'He's pathetic,' she agreed. 'Craves reassurance.'

'Well he's getting it,' Snyde said bitterly, as the Gryffindor crowd roared with laughter.

The match went on, and they continued without scoring once, while Gryffindor got to 140 points. Gemma saw out of the corner of her eye, a bludger coming towards where Regulus was looping. She hit it away from him, and he smiled. 

'This is a lost match,' she sighed, and he nodded.

'True,' he shrugged. 'Its still pretty fun though.'

'What?'

'No? I think its fun. Flying is fun, so this is fun.'

'Winning is fun,' she disagreed. 'Losing sucks.'

'Eh, depends on your point of view. Anyway your distracting- hey, Copswold has the quaffle!' 

'What?' She turned to see the small green second year darting in and out of massive red players. He seemed bewildered to even have the ball, but he was going at blinding speed towards the goalposts. 

'GO COPSWOLD!' Gemma cheered as loudly as she could.

Copswold darted past Potter, and, in a brief glimmer of talent, threw the quaffle with such force that Sirius Black sailed through the hoop with it. 

'YES!!!!' Gemma shouted, flying full speed at the small boy and tackling him in a hug so hard that he nearly fell off his broom, but he didn't seem to mind, he was basking in the delight of his goal. 

'He got lucky,' Sirius Black called out, as he tossed the quaffle back to Potter.

'No, he sent you through the hoop,' Gemma said, flipping her hair back and releasing the boy. 'And he's in second year.' Copswold went slightly red while Black grunted, and was about to say something but got distracted; Jules was flying at full speed towards Potter, having finally lost his temper, his face contorted with anger. 

'Jules, no!' Regulus yelled, but Jules was past reasoning, and he charged right into the Gryffindor chaser, knocking him to the left and off his broom. 

'Cheating little fucker!' Someone said on the microphone  from the commentator stands. It wasn't Lupin, as Gemma and the entire school turned to see, it was Elladora Hargreaves, who looked positively mortified. 

Through her distraction, Gemma almost missed the bludger that came towards her, and she swerved away as it came dangerously close. 

'Are you okay?' Regulus asked, being close enough to see.

'REGULUS LOOK BEHIND YOU!!' She pointed at the golden ball that was hovering just metres away from him, he turned, he went to get it-

but it was scooped out of the sky by none other than the Gryffindor seeker. She landed, and bashed her broom against the floor; it was too splintered from years of similar abuse to even acknowledge the blow.

'Idiot!' She yelled at Regulus. He landed next to her, and she tried to swing with her bat at him, but he caught the end of it and pulled it out of her grip.

'Please don't,' he said wearily, looking as aggrieved as she felt. She followed his gaze to see him staring at Sirius, who had thrown his arms around Potter with an almost brotherly affection. She felt genuinely sorry for him, but didn't say anything; nobody liked to be pitied.

They went to the changing rooms, trying their best to ignore the Gryffindors, who were in full party mode after their victory. 

She slammed the door behind her as she entered her broom closet to change, but someone caught the door. 

'What-' She turned to see Regulus, holding his stuff. 'What are you doing?'

'Changing,' he said, closing the door behind him. He stared at her. 'Turn around then.'

Of course. He didn't want anyone to see his mark. 

She did turn around, pulling her quidditch shirt off. She fumbled hastily to put on her jumper; the cupboard was cramped, and she could barely move without touching him. 

'Can I turn around?' She asked loudly when she was done.

'No.'

'Goddarnit Black, you take longer than a bloody girl.'

'Shut up.' When he was finally done, he turned her around lightly by the shoulder. She pushed past him and left the closet, breathing in relief to be out in the open. 

She averted her eyes from the bunch of half- naked boys, and left, to find Ted and Iz waiting for her. 

'You played well,' Ted tried.

'I'm not talking to you,' she fumed, walking right past him. 

'Gemma-'

'Your a psycho,' she said, spinning to face him. 'You hear me? You tried to murder someone, nearly three times. Your lucky Dumbledore's an old fool because if it were up to me, your ass would be halfway home by now.'

'I didn't-'

'I suppose Luke is ignoring you too? I bet everyone is too scared to talk to you now, and Iz is out of pity because you gave her some puppy dog eyes and told her some bullshit lies?'

'That's not true-' Iz began, but she cut her off with a sharp look. Ted said nothing.

'What is even happening with you?' Gemma said. Defeat and exhaustion were weighing her down, and she was ready to burst into tears. 'Why have you been... acting like this?'

He remained silent. 

'I don't know,' he said quietly. She scoffed.

'Of course not. Knowing would require you to use your brain, which you don't seem to like doing. Let me know when you figure it out.' 

Both Ted and Iz were silent, and she left them there.

a/n- i think im finally learning the difference between your and you're. bear with me guys