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Chapter 18 : Butting Heads
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Shay had been teaching at Hogwarts for only a week, but she was feeling right at home with her job. She was getting along great with most of her students and she felt like she was learning so much herself. She enjoyed teaching all the different levels of Defense Against the Dark Arts. She loved the amazement of the first years and the determination of the sevenths. She was completely happy with her decision to come to Hogwarts.
Shay was walking down a corridor after lunch. She was taking it slow because not only was she completely stuffed, but also she had her grading period now. Strolling the castle took her back to her own school days, walking around with her friends, exploring the castle and all the things it has to offer.
“Give it back!” Shay heard a yell from a few yards a head of her.
She looked towards the noise and saw a few third year Slytherins standing in a circle. She knew from experience, this was never a good thing. She started to advance towards the situation but saw a Gryffindor boy that was going to beat her to the punch.
“Petrificus Totalus!” the Gryffindor boy shouted at the seeming leader of the group.
The boy hit the floor with a thud.
“What is going on here?” asked a low demanding bark from behind Shay.
Shay turned around to see Severus coming up behind her.
“Don’t worry about this. I can handle it,” Shay said to him but he zipped right past her.
Severus quickly lifted the spell of the Slytherin boy and a fixed a glare on the Gryffindor.
“Did I just see you use a spell in a harmful way on another student, Patterson?” Snape interrogated.
“Sir, I was just…” the boy tried to argue but Severus wasn’t going to let that happen.
“Enough. Ten points from Gryffindor and detention tomorrow at 7. Are we clear?” Snape ended in almost a growl.
“Yes, Professor,” the boy mumbled and fixed his eyes on his shoes.
“I’m sure the rest of you have some where to be,” Severus said and before he could even look at the other kids, they had bolted down the corridor.
“You didn’t have to do that,” Shay said to him as soon as the kids were out of earshot.
“Spells aren’t toys. They’re powerful instruments,” Severus replied quickly.
“Ok, so what about your Slytherins that were harassing that poor Hufflepuff girl?” Shay questioned and followed Snape down the corridor.
“I didn’t see it.”
“Well I did and I told you that I was going to handle it.”
“And let that imbecile get off scotch free?” Severus snapped.
“Just like you let those three bullies go!” Shay exclaimed.
Severus finally turned to look at her.
“Are you questioning my authority?” Severus asked and narrowed his eyes.
“And what if I am? Just because Sirius and James treated you like rubbish in school doesn’t mean you have to take it out on every single Gryffindor.”
“I can’t help that Gryffindor has always had a knack for trouble.”
“Severus, I could just strangle you some times. Leave the Gryffindors alone. This isn’t fair,” Shay said and crossed her arms in a huff.
“You’re just worried your house isn’t going to win the Cup,” Snape said and straightened his stance a little.
“I’m not even a Head of House! I’m officially nonpartisan.”
Shay was getting too excited.
“Bullocks. I know you too well. You’re a Gryffindor for life. You can’t hide that.”
“You barely know me at all and so what if I am. You’re obviously loyal to Slytherin and I don’t harass you about that. All I ask is that you quit singling out the Gryffindor house.”
“What do you mean I don’t know you at all?” Severus hissed as he moved closer to her.
“You’re my cousin and I don’t think you even know my middle name,” Shay said with a bit of frustration.
She could tell he was racking his brain.
“It’s Iona, you git! It was our grandmother’s name or did you forget that we shared one of those?” Shay questioned fiercely.
Severus was practically spitting. He couldn’t figure out a retort.
“Does this mean we can finally sit down and talk?” Shay asked.
“Why would I want to do that?” Severus questioned.
“So you can learn some more about me and I can finally figure out why you saved me, since you seem to hate me so damn much,” Shay said with a small annoying smile.
“I don’t hate you, I just hate…”
“I know, I know. You hate my bastard of a boyfriend and his toerag of a best friend because he’s with your soul mate. That’s fine. Let’s talk about it over tea some time.”
“Maybe next week,” Severus finally complied.
“Don’t try to get out of this, Sev. We live in the same castle. It may be big but you’re going to have to try really hard to avoid me,” Shay said a nudged him a little with her elbow.
“Don’t tempt me.”
“Professor Calhoun, thank you so much for doing this. This is going to be an amazing year of quidditch for Gryffindor.”
Shay was striding towards the quidditch pitch with Sean O’Connell on her left side and Duncan Campbell on her right. She found that they had become quite the teacher’s pets.
“Calm down O’Connell. It’s unbecoming of a man your age,” Shay shot at him.
She was already in her game zone.
“Seriously Sean. You’re practically wetting your trousers over there,” Duncan chimed in.
“Shut up. You’re the one who was in a frenzy last night. You only let me sleep for an hour,” Sean snapped.
“Merlin, will the two of you cut it out. Now I know Professor McGonagall is okay with this,” Shay said.
“Okay with it? She was practically beaming! She knows we need this more than anyone,” Duncan interrupted.
“However, does your captain know about this?” Shay questioned and stopped before entering the pitch.
The set of boys looked down at their shoes.
“You’re kidding me right? This could be considered mutiny.”
“Well, the rest of the team agrees with us. Borchardt is a right prick sometimes,” Sean said and kicked the dirt around a little.
“A good captain has to be a leader, not a friend,” Shay said quickly.
“Just wait until you meet him. You’ll understand then,” Duncan said and opened the door for his professor and teammate.
Shay walked into the center of the pitch and flashbacks started to hit her. This was one of her favorite places. It’s where she crafted her art. She was a damn good beater and was almost flawless on a broom. Of course having always played with James, she was shown up a lot but she didn’t mind. She just loved the feeling of the wind in her hair and the adrenaline she received as soon as she picked up her bat.
The Gryffindor team was circling around the pitch. They were being led by whom Shay assumed to be the captain. Shay recognized him from her seventh year Defense class. His name was Jude Borchardt and Sean was right, he could be a right prick.
Jude spotted the three of them and practically did a swan dive at them. Sean and Duncan dived out of the way but Shay stayed put. She started reading his mind as soon as she entered the pitch. He had no clue what she was doing there.
“Professor Calhoun. It’s a pleasure to have you grace us with your presence. What’s the occasion?” Jude swiftly set his feet on the ground and smiled politely at her.
“Afternoon Mr. Borchardt. I was called upon by some of your teammates to help,” Shay returned the smile.
Jude reminded Shay of Sirius when they were that age. He was young, handsome and confident, if not a slight bit cocky. He had thick chestnut brown hair that went just past his ears, the style most of the boys had in school. His teeth were white and straight and his jaw line was set perfectly. His eyes were a magnificent electric blue and he had a tall, strong build. Yes, he was definitely what Sirius was four years ago.
“What do you mean help?” Jude’s polite attitude was starting to wane.
“I’m here to help you guys train. I would like to see Gryffindor win as well this year.”
“Thanks for the offer Professor, but we’ll be good,” Jude said and stood tall.
Shay could hear that he was not happy with his team.
“Professor McGonagall has already agreed to it. She actually is quite excited about it,” Shay said with a smile that she knew would annoy him.
Shay had only encountered Jude a few times but she wasn’t quite fond of him. She knew he was going to excel in her class and he knew the same thing. That’s what bugged her. He barely tried. He was careless. He was arrogant. Shay wanted to put him in his place.
“This is rubbish,” Jude said under his breath.
“I’m not going to try to take over your job. I was never interested in being a captain. However, I was good, once upon a time.”
“I remember we won the first three years I was in school. I also remember you left halfway through your last season. This isn’t an arena for you to live out your lost hopes and dreams,” Jude said through his teeth.
Shay was learning he had a quick temper.
“I don’t like your tone, Borchardt. This isn’t up for discussion. When are your try-outs?” Shay asked and placed her hands on her hips.
“I’ll see you there. Campbell, O’Connell, good luck,” Shay said with a nodded and marched out of the pitch.
Shay was only twenty feet away when she started hearing the wrath of Jude Borchardt. This was going to be a challenge.
“Who do you need this year?” Shay asked Jude, the Gryffindor captain, as all the hopefuls were flying around the pitch.
“Two chasers and a beater. Practically half a team,” Jude explained and wouldn’t take his eyes off his clipboard.
“That’s not so bad. At least you have me here. I can definitely help with the beater.”
Shay could see Jude’s jaw clench.
“You do realize that I’m a beater? I can handle it on my own. Don’t you want to bother anyone else?”
“Merlin, Borchardt. Take it easy. I’ll leave you be with your clipboard,” Shay said and walked towards the rest of the team.
“Sanders, why couldn’t you be captain?” Shay asked Billy Sanders, the only player that was on the team when Shay still played.
“He’s a great player and a good leader. He just doesn’t like to be told what to do,” Billy said and it looked like his teammates agreed.
Billy was the seeker, Duncan was the keeper and Sean was a chaser.
“You’re friends with him, aren’t you?” Shay asked while getting her broom ready to fly.
“He’s my best friend. Give him a chance, Professor. He’ll make good on it.”
Shay was beating bludgers at the hopeful chasers while they were trying to score against Duncan. Sean was being shadowed each beater at a time while Jude was blasting bludgers their way. Everyone could tell he was quite angry.
“I think he’s trying to kill Sean,” Billy said as he flew next to Shay.
“He’s just being ornery. There’s some talent here. Maybe you should tell that to Borchardt. He’d probably take it as an insult if I told him,” Shay said with a small laugh.
“Who do you like here?” Billy asked.
“That girl right there,” Shay pointed to a fourth year red haired girl, “She has a cannon for an arm. She’s precise too.”
“Nice choice. That’s my little sister,” Billy said with a proud smile.
“I can see you both got the quidditch gene. Can you take over for a bit?” Shay asked and handed her bat to Billy.
“Be careful,” Billy called out after her as she flew towards Jude.
“How goes it?” Shay asked Jude, who looked angrier as Shay approached.
“Just fine,” he responded and whacked the bludger towards the poor soul who was protecting Sean.
Shay felt the wind from his bat about five feet away.
“You have great form,” Shay complimented.
“Better than yours. You have spaghetti arms.”
“That was rude, Borchardt. I’m just doing what was asked of me.”
“How many times do I have to tell you I have this under control?” Jude spat.
“You do realize there’s a clear front runner here?”
“They all suck,” he practically yelled and hit the bludger across the pitch.
“Everyone take twenty laps around the pitch!” Jude shouted and flew towards the ground.
Shay and his teammates followed suit.
“How are the chasers looking?” Jude asked Duncan.
“Darcy Sanders is a shoe in,” Duncan said.
“Tell me something I don’t know, Campbell. I’ve been watching that girl play for seven years now. We still need another chaser.”
“Anthony Imperelli is good. He shares a dorm with Sean and I. He’d be a great asset to the team.”
“All right. I think I found the beater. That sixth year, Felix Harem,” Jude stated.
Shay looked at him, astounded.
“Borchardt, can I speak to you for a second?” Shay asked and pulled him away.
“Harem? You’re going to go with Harem?” Shay questioned in a hushed tone.
“He’s good,” Jude said and stood tall.
“Matilda Harper is the best one out there. She beat every bludger.”
“No. Not her.”
“Girls can’t be beaters. I need a strong arm.”
“I ought to hit you with my bat over the head for just saying that,” Shay said in a low tone.
“No offense, Professor. Matilda is not a right fit for this team.”
“You’re going to run this team into the ground Borchardt. However, you’re the captain. Do as you please.”
“Sanders, do you think I’m wrong in suggesting Matilda Harper?” Shay asked Billy as they walked out of the pitch.
“No. She’s very good. It’s not surprising. Jude and Matilda dated for two years. They practiced together all the time. Jude taught her everything she knows. I’m not surprised he didn’t pick her though. They had a nasty break up this summer.”
“So he’s going to hurt the entire team because of a school romance?” Shay questioned.
“It looks that way.”
Shay sped up to walk with Jude.
“What did she do to you?” Shay asked and it seemed like she scared him a little.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Jude said and sped up his stride.
“Matilda Harper. I just found out that you two used to date. She must have done something awful in order for you to hurt this team.”
“It has nothing to do with that. She’s just not right for it.”
“I wonder what Professor McGonagall will think when I tell her you believe girls are crap quidditch players,” Shay said and stopped where she was.
“You wouldn’t?” Jude asked and turned back to look at her.
“You know the right thing to do. So do it.”
Jude was steaming.
“Good day, Mr. Borchardt. I’ll see you in class on Monday.”
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