"I accept your offer of alliance and friendship, Heiress MacDougal." Alexandra affird, holding her hand out to Morag who took it. A minor shock of blue magic glowed around the two hands. "Know however that if you betray I will hunt you to the end of the Earth and beyond to make you pay."
Morag emitted a chuckle of laughter. "Consider warned. It's not liked I wanted to be the first girl to suffer the wrath of the Exiled Queen this year."
"Exiled Queen?" Alexandra laughed at that. "No one never called that in public!"
Morag rolled her eyes. "Of course not. And you will hear no one call Daphne Greengrass 'the Ice Queen' or Neville Longbottom 'the Prankster-Who-Lived' to their faces."
Alexandra was unable to stop laughing at that, a sound which attracted a furious glare from Madam Pince, and forced the two Ravenclaw girls made a quick escape from the library.
It was nearly the hour for lunch now anyway, so Alexandra and Morag descended the stairs to make their way for the Great Hall. They were imdiately joined by Nigel and Hermione, before marching to the Ravenclaw table and starting to eat in a relatively calm atmosphere.
Peace didn't last. Just as Nigel was demanding Morag to pass him the orange juice, the doors of the Hall, opened, letting the respective Quidditch teams of Gryffindor and Slytherin enter.
When she saw them, Alexandra's first thought was 'Did they just make a war?'. The red and gold robes of the Gryffindor were dirty and full of holes. The usually perfect green and silver clothes of the Slytherin were in tatters. On the arms, legs and the face, each player had marks Alexandra clearly recognised. The young Ravenclaw had seen the sa on her skin last year, after rough sessions of taking spell-fire from Flitwick. One of the Gryffindor Chasers, Spinnet or Spennet, she didn't rember, was staggering like she had participated in a boxing contest, and was supported by the other girls. On the Slytherin side, two of the Chasers had one of their arms immobilised, and Draco Malfoy had his noise covered in blood.
One minute. Why did the arrogant blonde was wearing the silver and green of the Quidditch team? No captain of any House had had the ti in three days to organise any try-outs!
Of course, that wasn't the only question swirling in Alexandra's head at the mont. There was also the issue of the seven brand-new brooms in the process of being displayed by their owners in the middle of the Snake House's table.
"How in the na of rlin did the Slytherin team did manage to buy seven models of the new Nimbus 2001?" Exclaid Nigel, looking at the Quidditch players wearing the green and silver.
"If I had to take a guess, I would say the answer to that question wears blond hair and is holding its bleeding nose at the mont." Said Alexandra.
"Malfoy." The na ca out of four mouths like a curse and not the prestigious House it was supposed to be.
"Why should he do such a thing?" Asked Hermione, always a bit lost when it ca to Quidditch issues.
"It's evident, no?" Answered Morag. "The little slimy pounce is bribing Flint and the whole team."
"A brand-new Nimbus 2001 for each player against his place on the Slytherin team as Seeker? That's..." Nigel couldn't find words to finish his sentence.
"That's stupid." Said Alexandra. "We are only students and there are only three matches per Quidditch team at Hogwarts each year. Paying more than one thousand Galleons per broom to win the School Cup can't be described as a good investnt."
"In fact, the price is 1483 Galleons, once you've finished to pay for the complete kit and the accessories which go with it." Intervened Morag with a smug expression.
"That's...very precise." Noted Alexandra.
"Morag's family owns the Cot Trading Company." Nigel smiled. "She knows probably the price of every single broom on the market."
"Not all." Protested Morag. "Okay, I have a good idea of every product which is sold today." She added before the rising eyebrows of Nigel.
"Alexandra is right, though. Malfoy is an idiot." Continued the red-haired Ravenclaw girl. "Bribing the captain with new brooms one week before the selections is neither a cunning nor a subtle move. It is against Quidditch tradition, and it's generally considered very bad form. He just proclaid he was going to be the Seeker by throwing a lot of gold away, no matter his skill."
"And it wasn't cheap." Remarked Alexandra. "Paying seven brooms of 1483 Galleons each must have made a total price of ten thousand Galleons."
The last free mber of House Potter shuddered at the sheer mass of money it represented. Her entire trust vault at the mont was around 11 600 Galleons worth, although she would have to wait her end of the month bank statent to have a firm confirmation. In one go, Draco Malfoy or soone of his family had just spent tenth-eleventh of this sum.
"Yeah." Morag looked like she was about to vomit as the heir of the Malfoy family made a spectacle of himself by parading with his new broom at his table, forgetting a mont his nose was covered in blood. "The main reason why Nimbus are so rare at Hogwarts is their price. Cot and Cleansweep models can be bought by an average student if their family is giving them a nice allowance or they're willing to save a lot of their pocket money, but Nimbus brooms are too expensive for players who are not professional. I know my parents are not giving a thousand Galleons a year, and never it ca in my mind to ask for this kind of sum. For one, they would laugh at and for two, I have already a Cot 260."
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