PLOT: THE THIRD FIREBOLT. October 2nd, Early morning, just outside the Great Hall

[bella_destruere]

:::OKAY! I'm aware this is UBER LATE... like 2ish months and I'm very very sorry!! Hiatus kicked my butt. I'm back now and I want to get this done because someone... deserves the third firebolt

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[zak_reso]

"You would say that," Zak sneered, not at all bothered at the prospect of taking Bella on in a battle of words. He'd moved on from being hurt by petty insults and meaningless words. In mind, the old Zak had returned. Unfortunately, he hadn't managed to regain control of his body just yet. That part of him remained with 'new Zak'. "I look forward to proving you wrong at the start of the season, you and your playschoolers don't stand a bleedin' chance. I swear, not one of them is taller than my waist."

"I suppose I could have pity on the poor mudblood"

Zak's expression hardened slightly. "I don't want your pity," He spat as he glared at the girl. His eyes were sharp, filling with the disdain he had for the girl. Oh, Slytherins...they were all such bitches. Every last one of them. How the males managed to survive the seven years was beyond Zak, the girls were bitchy enough to begin with. He didn't want to even imagine what they must be like when Tom was around...

"Not about what's in it for you, Destruere. I'm suggesting you do something nice for once in your life, be fair about the whole goddamn thing and give it to someone who deserves it. Or...y'know, bets work too." Zak grinned. This could be fun?

[bella_destruere]

Bella sighed. "Really Zak, do something nice??" she shook her head. "What possible motivation do I have for that?" she rolled her eyes.

Suggesting she do something nice is like suggesting a elephant will jump. it just wasn't done.

Although, at the prospect of a bet she considered him for a longer moment. "a bet? and what Zak Reso do you have that I want? If you can come up with something I actually want I'll wager the Firebolt." She smirked, there wasn't much he could come up with. Except maybe quit school, or the Gryffindor Captaincy... the second one had more taste to it.

If it was possible for her smile to get poisonious...

[zak_reso]

"To be unpredictable, exciting, maybe shake things up a bit?" Zak offered, knowing full well it was absolutely no use. The girl was a pristinely inbred bitch, there was nothing that could be done to change that.

"A bet," He confirmed, folding his arms across his chest as he allowed a small smirk to play on his lips. A bet for the unwanted Firebolt. What could he offer to make it interesting? Zak cocked his head to the side as he thought about it. Her own thoughts of him quitting the school or captaincy were ludicrous. This Gryffindor wasn't about to ruin his own last year of school for a Firebolt. "Do your homework for a month?" Christ, how bad an offer would that be? She'd find herself failing EVERYTHING. "I'll...shave my head if we lose against you guys next week." Zak ran his fingers through his flowing locks. How could she say no?