The Bet
Dorcas smirked from across the pitch as the bludger flew straight past her, quaffle tucked securely under her arm as she headed for the hoops.
Marlene stared, bat limp in her grip, as Dorcas easily scored, still smirking right at her.
The whistle then sounded to thunderous cheers from Slytherin. Gryffindor had caught just as Dorcas scored, but Slytherin were still points ahead. Dorcas ignored the teammates showing her a rare case of niceness as they congratulated her winning goals.
Marlene flew down to the ground, dodging as James threw his broom across the pitch in anger.
"So", Dorcas was still sitting on her broom, casually hovering just above the ground.
"What?" Marlene snipped.
"I win" Dorcas' smirk appeared again, seemingly growing.
Marlene huffed, "Fine", pulling her jersey off.
Dorcas followed suit, but held her own out.
Marlene took it, begrudgingly sliding it on.
The two stared at each other for a moment. Marlene admiring Dorcas in a vest, chiselled arms on clear view. Dorcas admiring Marlene in her jersey, the girl wearing her name.
"Right", Marlene coughed, turning around to cover the redness now clear on her face, and stormed away.
James looked like he was about to cry as he spotted a member of his team wearing the enemy's clothing, the enemy he had just lost to. Sirius patted his back comfortingly.
Dorcas glanced at Marlene's jersey on the floor, the girl having left it behind. She picked it up, tucking it under her arm as she headed to the changing room.