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A Change of Heart by Romance_Fanatic98
Chapter 3 : Bothers and Fathers
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I sit down at the table in the Great Hall the next morning. I say hello to everyone, (mostly everyone, anyway. I purposely ignore James, like always) then continue my morning routine by grabbing a piece of toast and spreading strawberry jam over one side.


Rose scowls at me. “You should really eat a bigger breakfast, it is the most important meal of the day.” Albus nods. “Why don’t you have protein, like bacon or eggs?” he suggests.


I roll my eyes. We have this argument every morning. “Like I always say, I don’t like eggs, and red meat upsets my stomach.” I say slowly, hoping that if I slow it down they might actually listen. They roll their eyes and continue to eat.


You can basically feel the excitement in the Great Hall. The match is later today, at six-thirty, and everyone is fired up, including myself. I chat with Dom about the latest article in Witch Weekly, the latest fashion trends, and boys. Yes, I like to talk about those things. After all, I am a girl, aren’t I? Our conversation does not go easily, however, because we have to try to talk over James, who is discussing everything that is Quidditch with Louis, and is getting increasingly louder.


We give up on our conversation. “Boys and their Quidditch.” I mutter under my breath with a roll of my eyes. I don’t know how, but James seems to have heard me over his shouting. He smirks at me.


“You wouldn’t understand. It’s a guy thing. I bet you don’t know the first thing about Quidditch, Princess.” He patronizes. Normally I would have ignored him, but only James can push my buttons like he does. I grit my teeth and say, “I know that there are seven players; three chasers, two beaters, one keeper and one seeker. The balls are called the quaffle, bludgers, and the golden snitch. The keeper guards the goal posts. The chasers try to get the quaffle through the other team’s goal. The beaters try to prevent the bludgers from hitting their own team members while trying to get them to hit the other team, and the seeker…” I continue to explain the entire game of Quidditch, along with famous players and moves.


I cross my arms triumphantly at the shocked and bewildered faces. If Louis’s mouth dropped anymore it would be in his oatmeal, Rose’s eyes are so wide that they look like they’re about to pop out, and Al hasn’t moved for the past ten minutes. However, the best was Potter. His face showed shock and disbelief, and awe and admiration, as well as confusion.


“How do you know all that?” Dom asks incredulously, although her face doesn’t show anything other than it usually does.  


I sigh, knowing where this would end up. I guess I knew that my secret wouldn’t stay a secret forever. “My dad is like, totally crazy about Quidditch, so when I was younger he hired a professional trainer for me. So I could, you know, learn and, yeah.” I say sheepishly.


Albus looks at me in awe. “Lucky. Who was your trainer? He must have been really good.” I sigh again, and work up the courage to tell them what I’ve been keeping a secret for five years.


“Hamish MacFarlan.” There are gasps all around me, and even Dom looks shocked.


“But- but how? He- he was the captain of the Montrose Magpies! The most successful Quidditch team like- ever! He’s amazing.” Louis gushes. I nod, knowing all of this. “He’s like- my idol! How did your dad get him to train you!?” Louis asks.


“Well, he’s sort of friends with my dad.” I tell them ducking my head. “Bu- but how?” Al asks. Here goes nothing. “Well, it may or may not have to do with the fact that mydadistheEarlofCoventry.” I say quickly.


“Come again?” Rose says, unable to understand my jumble of words. I take a very, very deep breath. “My dad is the Earl of Coventry.” I say abashedly. I watch as everyone’s jaw drops. Louis, Molly, and Rose begin to stutter, and Dom glares at me. “How could you not tell us!” she squeals. “Why didn’t you try out for the Quidditch team?” Al demands.  “So that’s why you always change the subject when we talk about our parents’!” Molly declares.


“I didn’t want you guys to know. I figured you’d think I was spoiled or something. I didn’t try out because I didn’t think I was good enough. And yes Molly, that’s why.” I explain.


“We would never think less of you!” Rose exclaims. All through this James has sat there with a smirk on his face. He stares into my eyes with a weird look on his face. “I always knew you were a princess.” He says, standing up and leaving with a flourish.


I don’t know why, but I can feel my face turn crimson at his comment.


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