Harry was eating breakfast with his team at the Slytherin table between Draco and Marcus, opposite Adrian, Graham and Miles. Blaise and Theo sat on Draco’s other side, Cassius laughing next to Marcus, Kalyn and Michaela sitting side by side next to Adrian. Muriel next to Kalyn with Imogen opposite them, beside Draco, the four girls giggling wildly. Lastly Kevin was beside his older brother Miles. Even the reserves were required to be in their emerald-green and silver uniform, being prepared was key to winning. Quidditch was a dangerous game without taking into account the bad weather and hostility between the two Houses. Harry looked over at the Gryffindor team and smirked when he saw Fred and George sleeping on each other's shoulders. Oliver Wood was talking nonstop, lecturing the team sharply, Harry couldn't help but be grateful Marcus wasn’t a talker. His eyes drifted over the team before he felt them widen in shock as he finally noticed who was sitting between Oliver and one of the chasers, Angelina Johnson, if he remembered correctly. Henry Potter was looking smug in his new scarlet red and gold Quidditch uniform. Harry felt his jaw drop, mid chew, in horrified surprise. "Fucking Merlin Harry, close your mouth. No-one needs to see that shit." Adrian sneered as he pushed his oatmeal bowl to the side. "Watch your mouth." Imogen scolded him, her lip curled in distaste. "Oh, Imogen, I would much rather watch yours. Around my bell-end." Adrian responded wiggling his eyebrows in a way he thought would be seductively. "Ew" Was her only retort before turning back to the other girls while rolling her eyes. "Harry?" Marcus grunted confused when he noticed that Harry hadn’t responded Adrian’s crass ribbing and flirting, but was in fact still sitting mouth agape.