pitch feud | addy + simon

[simon sixten svendsen]

Late February
Simon woke up early to prepare the pitch for Gryffindor quidditch practice. It was five minutes past 6 when he made his was out into the dewey pitch. His broom bobbed behind him as he sauntered toward the green grass. Much to his dismay, he saw a blonde head of hair from afar already prepping the pitch. "Mother f-" he stopped himself, he started toward the sight that was already beginning to make his blood boil. Simon thought he'd be the first one this morning.

Ever since Addy had become Slytherin team captain, she had become an absolute, complete, pitch hog. Somehow she managed to snag every weekend morning through the New Year. Simon was pissed. He couldn't believe that her and Brigh were best friends. As much as he hated waking up early, it was the optimal time for flying and practicing with his team. Hell, he'd be having players coming to meet him in ten minutes. Irritation was already welling up inside the Gryffindors insides and the sun hadn't even shown itself fully yet.

Sucking a sigh in through his nose, he started to walk a little faster, stopping at the entrance. "There's no fucking way, Slater..." he stated in disbelief, shaking his head at her as he closed the distance his jaw going tense. She would already know damn well what he was pissed about.

addilyn elara slater

[addilyn elara slater]

i'm heavy metal and hollow wood

just shy of patience

February 28, 2026
simon sixten svendsen

Addy felt wide awake. Ever since she’d been handed that badge by Professor Zabini, she had been itching to get started. While there wasn’t as much time as she would have liked, it was the second term now, and NEWTs quickly approached. Addy had pre-booked the Pitch for the next couple of months. Cheese had already complained to her that because of this, he had to be up early on weekdays to practice, and she could hardly sympathize with him when she wanted to win. It was still a bit chilly, but it was a comfortable cold and a familiar one that lingered just after the sun rose. Or maybe it was the peace and quiet of this hour as many students used Saturday to sleep in. But Addy enjoyed this time of day.

The giant trunk used for practice hit the damp grass gently, and she put her wand away, slipping on her Chaser’s gloves that Claire had gifted her for her birthday the previous year. The trunk jostled a bit as the bludgers were always trying to find their way out. But as she was slipping on the second glove, her eyes looked up at the sound of her Gryffindor counterpart approaching. ”As lovely as it is to see you Simon…” She began, picking up her broom from where it had been leaning on the trunk. ”I have a practice to prepare for.” Addy looked back at him, trying not to seem so smug at his annoyance. ”So unless you’re here to ask for help—you can leave.” It wasn’t her fault that the other Captains assumed the Pitch would be free. It was a role that Addy took seriously and she would do what she could to get her team the Cup this year.

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[simon sixten svendsen]

Late February

In reality, reserving the quidditch pitch was an obvious formula. Sign up for a day and time, then show up. Months ago, Captains would simply rotate each weekend and day. Or something along those lines. All of the house Captains had an unspoken agreement that Addy decided to break when she took over captaincy of the Slytherin team. Simon never thought he could be so annoyed with Addilyn Slater. Recently the new light he was starting to see the snake in really pissed him off. Why couldn’t she be cool like her better half, Brigh?

Simon stopped where Addy was standing, clenching his jaw as he crossed his arms across his chest in a hissy fit. The Lion was still digesting the situation. Her telling him to go away unless if he needed help set him off. 

”What the fuck, Addy." he deadpanned, eyebrows furrowed at the center of his forehead with displeasure. Simon shook his head at the rival captain, ”It's too early for this shit." he stated, biting the inside of his cheek so he didn’t say anything he didn’t regret. Then, he thought 'fuck it'..

Simon sighed, ”So, you’re just going to hog the pitch every weekend now that you stepped into power?” he asked, his irritation starting to boil over. ”I’m sure your team really loves you for dragging them out of bed every Saturday & Sunday at the ass crack of dawn.” he told her harshly.

addilyn elara slater

[addilyn elara slater]

i'm heavy metal and hollow wood

just shy of patience

February 28, 2026
simon sixten svendsen

Addy was aware of the unofficial practices of the teams. Since this was all in good fun and all but Addy wanted to win. And really, it had been rare that this year all the Captains had decided on that casual type of behavior. Every year that Addy had played, she had seen at least one or two other Captains who would do anything to win, and it would frustrate her to no end when it wasn’t her own team Captain. But, now she had a chance to prove she could do it and in such little time. ”Then go back to bed.” She simply suggested flatly when he said it was too early. She didn’t have time for his tantrum because he didn’t think ahead. As she’d heard the Americans say, ‘you snooze you lose’.

Simon did not leave, however. And Addy stopped what she was doing and gave him a blank look. ”If it means Slytherin can win the cup this year—then yes.” They might groan and complain, but they more or less wanted the same goal. After all, they were all Slytherins and having their name engraved on that plaque in the Trophy Room would make it worth it. ”They put up with it because we all want the same thing. Plus, it means we don’t have to be up early during the week and then go to Potions or climb to one of the towers right after.” She’d had that schedule. Practice after dinner and then up the stairs to the Astronomy Tower. That wouldn’t happen if she could help it. ”So whenever you’re done throwing your tantrum, you should probably let your team know they can sleep in today.”

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[simon sixten svendsen]

Late February

The half-vampire stared back at the snake with a piercing look. His eyebrows furrowed at the center of his forehead, "Well, fuck you, too, Addy. " he told her, his tone oiled with spite as he ruffled a hand through his bedhead. Simon felt his anger starting to boil over. He felt like the pitch was pried from his hands that morning and he was letting his team down. In true Gryffindor spirit, he wouldn't leave without a fight. Hell, his team needed the pitch more than she did, but he wouldn't tell Addy that to her face. That would mean they were winning. Which...well, they were doing better than Gryffindor. The scores didn't lie.

Simon tried to keep a more vacant expression, not wanting to allow Addy to get the best of him though she already had. More players trickled into to the pitch but he ignored everyone else. It was only he and Addy there. He narrowed his eyes at her, his jaw clenched. "All of the Captains had a silent agreement that we rotate." he informed her, as if no one had told her already. He had a feeling like she knew with the way she was walking around all high and mighty.

addilyn elara slater