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In a month, Slytherin faced off against Ravenclaw. Aphrodite didn't intend to let herself lose any iota of practice time possible, especially with the rumors she was hearing at Which Broomstick or her mother. No, she needed this time, even if it was without the team. They'd already had their practice today, and then headed to dinner, and now Aphrodite was using her Older Student privileges to stay out as long as she could to get some more time in. 

The winner of their match most likely faced off against Gryffindor, after all. Perfect fucking Gryffindor, with their near-perfect record tarnished only by Emanuel Delaney's fall, which ended the game early. She'd felt bad for him of course-- he couldn't play Quidditch anymore, and she'd preemptively worried about every little sniffe she'd had for the next two weeks. She'd gone with him, after all.

But here she was, a month later. Still healthy, and that meant more flying. She needed to practice until her bones shuddered, until she could barely write. maybe she was being overambitious, but she knew that there were two spots available, and Roxanne Weasley was getting the first. The second was going to be a battle between her and Jones, and--

There were very few people who could control the rivalry between the two of them, who could suppress it. Demelza was only partially successful, but partially wasn't good enough, as they'd had enough of their arguments as Demelza would be attempting to physically them apart. With her mother on the team, with hen nain Angharad and sinn-seamnhair Gwendolyn, hen fodryb Valmai on her side, and Gwenog bloody Jones as Jones's aunt, famous Qudditch players couldn't really intimidate them, not when they'd had their diapers changed by those legends. 

Oralie was able to get her to stop, because Oralie was her Captain, but Oralie wasn't Jones's. No, the only one who could stop them, control them was Roxanne. And that wasn't bad, because they were all going to be playing on the same team some day, and they technically should have someone who could knock their heads together enough to get them to shut up. They worked well enough together as a pair, because they'd been ordered to do so, and it had turned into their best score yet with Bludgers, only half of them aimed towards the other. But until the day that they were made to be Beaters together, there was a bitter and glorious rivalry between the two of them.

The fam and some people who didn't know her all too well thought because of her explosive temper and famed rivalry, that she should have been in Gryffindor. But they'd only seen the surface, not 'Dita's desire, her need to be all three familial jobs, the ways she avenged herself against Jones, the way she would plot anything and everything. Angharad had always been underestimated as a student, prone to giggles and twirling her blonde hair around her wrists as she went up against her own mother and her own team to sign for the Harpies instead of PU. If Aphrodite could be a third the schemer hen nain was, she'd be lucky indeed.

Except this was not very well schemed it seemed, because as she'd stepped out of the changing rooms, she found Clio Fucking Jones on the field. She must have left the changing rooms as Aphrodite was walking in, and 'Dita felt her customary Jones Scowl^® breaking out.  "Managed to step away from your boyfriend enough to come down? Don't worry, it won't help you enough against bloody Hufflepuff next Saturday."

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[attr="class","nuggetwords"]It was a bit off to say that she had a sense for when the demon was around. Her clairvoyance didn't really work that way, and everyone knew that. It was just some sort of guess that was usually accurate. In fact, it was possible that she was able to just sense the irritation that was about to come, her fingers twitching into a fist that was likely soon to connect. She didn't have that feeling when she left the locker rooms, dressed to fly, but she certainly felt it nearly ten minutes after she kicked off the ground. The Beast of Slytherin was here. Shit.

She wasn't looking for a fight tonight, and that in itself was a rare one. Clio found that punching people (mainly the demon) really helped make things better, but she was in a good mood. Okay, so she had just been snogging her boyfriend, so she was obviously in a good mood. It just happened to be too good of a mood for her to really want to deal with Herraro-Morgan. Clio stayed in the air a bit longer than the other witch would have liked, swinging down in a graceful way-- one she knew her rival could barely swing.

Clio didn't know when the fight began. She knew she punched Aphrodite within ten minutes of them meeting, and they were just babies, barely able to walk. It was probably the fact that they were future Harpies, or else there was something. Sometimes people were just destined to hate each other. At least she had figured that one out pretty early on. It would have been a pain in the ass to figure that out mid-Hogwarts. She was glad to have figured that out in pee-wee Quidditch.

Though it was easy to be Quidditch rivals now, she knew it was going to be exceedingly difficult in the future, what with them likely playing on the same team. She tried to forget that, for now, as she faced the Wicked Witch of the Green. "Are you out here to figure out how to fly? I can go fetch one of our firsties to teach you." Her hands were already in fists; she was furious that Arthur had been brought into the conversation.

[attr="class","nuggetnotes"]377 - @ hellbeast - she's gonna fight her

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