Super Slytherin Buddy || ⅓ She-Snake Trio || 'I taste like chocolate and potatoes'
He was going to DIE.
This was it. The last day on Earth for one Wylie E. Atherton. And whose fault was it going to be? Definitely not his own. How many times had he told his parents he didn't want to fly a broom? How many times did he tell them he didn't want to fly a broom and play Quidditch?
HOW MANY TIMES DID HE TELL THEM HE DIDN'T WANT TO BE OUTSIDE?
Billions. Gazillions! Mega matrillions! Did they listen to him, though? No. Of course they hadn't. Which was why he was there. Outside. Surrounded by other people and Lancelot. And about to hop on a broom and play Quidditch. He was not happy about it. Not one bit. And to let everyone KNOW he wasn't happy about it, Wylie stomped his way right over to the brooms to pick one out. He didn't even care if it was the worst broom there. He was going to die no matter what broom he picked out.
HMPH.
He stomped his way back over to the group and flung his leg over the handle, just like that Quidditch Pro guy showed them.
Was he able to go home now?
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