Bad Faith Chapter 1: This Child [Part 3]
The Slytherin section of the stands was almost completely empty at the Gryffindor-Ravenclaw Quidditch match, but Albus and I weren’t the only ones there. Like Albus, these other students had family or classmates to support. I knew none of them; I had no extended family, and none of the players were first-years.
As it was January, the few of us who were in attendance were bundled up in our heaviest winter clothes, many sporting our House colors in doing so. Albus wore a Slytherin hat and mittens, both knitted by his grandmother and gifted to him for Christmas. I, having grown up in a household containing only Slytherins, with limited choice in my own wardrobe thanks to my mother and grandmother, found myself decked out almost entirely in green and silver at a match where neither team belonged to my House. I felt like an oversized, barefaced leprechaun.
“But you’re warm, right?” Albus asked me.
“I guess so…”
“Then you’re okay.”