The sun was setting as Slytherin finished their gruelling training. "Fuck Flint! I can't feel my arse!" Adrian snapped when the Captain finally called for them to land. "I think my balls are swollen," Miles complained sourly. "You two are disgusting." Kalyn scrunched up her nose. "Merlin, there are 12-year-olds present." Michaela sneered as she swung her bat in their direction. All players had to attend all practices under Flint's demand, "What's fucking the point having reserves if they are fucking useless" was Marcus" motto. Unfortunately, the girls" defence was wasted as Harry, Draco, Blaise and Theo were all laughing hysterically and had heard much worse over the years. "We should shower before those willing to help show up for our meeting," Marcus grunted, ignoring his team's complaints. "Too late." Harry chuckled, eyes wide as a large group were making their way towards them. "Merlin's saggy balls." Michaela cursed. "HYPOCRISY!" Adrian and Miles shouted, pointing their fingers in righteousness, only for Michaela to roll her eyes and flip them off. "Shut it!" Marcus snapped.