#oldrivalry

The whole school was buzzing with excitement. A Quidditch match, Gryffindor against Slytherin none the less. Everyone was of course cheering for the Gryffindor, except the Slytherins themselves. This rivalry was just as old as the Hogwart itself.

Amoxtli sat behind the House table calmly eating her breakfast while other team players were obviously nervous, having hard time eating their own food. Her calm black eyes eyeing the blonde by the Gryffindor table - Emma Swan, the chaser for Gryffidnor. Her target.

After breakfast there was the meeting just before the match, everyone dressed in their uniforms and talking last minute tactics. Everyone knew they were going to cheat, but Slytherin rose the art of cheating to the art form. Amoxtli may stand out from her House but she still was a Slytherin through and through. She may be small for a Beater but she knew that it wasn't necessary about how strong you are but more about how you use it to your advantage.

And there it was - the moment they walked into the Quidditch pitch. Amoxtli shot up in the sky taking her position, ignoring the screams from the spectators crowd. The Snitch was released but she ignored the golden ball as it shot past her and concentrated on the two bigger balls - Bludgers. They were her target as a Beater. Bludgers and the whole lot of Gryffindor team.