He smirked. I hated his smirk. “I’m following you.”

“Why?” I said loudly. “Don’t you have some blond fifth year to snog or something? Fan pictures to sign? Captain-ing to do?”

It was finally time for the try out. I had to do it. I couldn't let anyone EVER find out what Wood knew. They wouldn't. Besides, after finding out some distrubing news, there was no reason a certain attractive face couldn't make me try and forget.

Caught off guard, I nearly choked. I grabbed for my wand and straightened up, irritated. He just wouldn’t let it go, would he? “No, I’m not going to tell you, Wood.” His name was spat out of my mouth as I tried to make myself as tall as him. Fail.

“Pomfrey can fix the tooth—don’t look so happy,” he said. “I’ll be back to my beautiful self in no time.”

 

I rolled my eyes for the millionth time that day. “No hurry, Wood.”

“I have nothing to wear!”
I rolled my eyes. “You’re a bloody stereotype, Alicia.”
“I am not! Stereotypes have things to wear!”

“Who finds us?"
“The house elves. Then they’ll be ruddy ticked we drank it all.”
“Who says we’re drinking it all?”
“All what?”
I rolled my eyes. “I think at times you just talk to hear yourself talk.”

“Me? Me?! You’re the one strutting around with your bloody head up your bum!”
“No, you!” yelled Fred and I raised a brow.

“Well, I was worried about you with that storm and all that, but I’m glad to see you’re—Oliver Wood, why is Jane Perry wearing your clothes?”

I hoped Wood could handle it too. I blushed quickly, unable to think of a witty remark that didn’t involve a horribly inappropriate sexual innuendo.

“She’d go off on you—put glue on your pillow or sommat. And I’d be fine with that because I’d have burn marks instead of freckles—Oh, Katie! It’s all my fault! I burned your boyfriend—Janey, how could you?—oh, Katie! I’m so sorry—You’ll have to hike up your skirt and show the twins some more leg from now on—”

"I don’t blame her—her last memory of me was probably you screaming about how you wanted to decapitate me," Roger said fondly, patting me on the head.

"It was castrate actually."
 

“Fred’s over here giving the table a fresh coat of saliva!” I snapped.
“I’m sure he knows this already.”
I gaped at him. “He knows that Collins flies slightly to the left on sunny days?”

Oliver raised a brow at her. “Are you sure? Are you one hundred percent sure?”

“You are not kicking me out of this game.”

“It’s in my trunk. This summer I’m wearing it.”

“Oliver!” I groaned. “Don’t you dare!”

“Why? Afraid what you’ll do? Won’t be able to keep your hands off me, will you?”

“That’s great,” she said. “I suppose I’ll keep everyone—with a few tweaks of course. Jane, you’re the reserve Seeker for next year.”

I gaped at her and then threw my toast at her as the group roared with laughter. “Ha ha!” I said sarcastically, rolling my eyes.

“I’m not kidding.”