“One of these days…I’m going…to beat….you both.” She gasped between breaths. “Oh, I seriously doubt that.” ”We’re pros.” They hi-5ed each other. If Dee hadn’t been so out of breath, she would have pummeled them into the ground, but instead she just sighed and laughed. “Oh, I missed you boys.” They smiled. “We missed you, too.”

She left as quickly as she could, knowing it would be impossible to find a decent seat by this time. She rounded the corner as full speed, only to be almost knocked to the ground when she ran straight into something….er….someONE, rather. In fact, she would have landed flat on her back had that someone not reached out and caught her around the waist. Nice reflexes.

She rolled her eyes as he sped off toward the goals, tossing the quaffle in her direction. She caught it with ease, and eyed the other two chasers. They sped off in a triangular formation, passing the quaffle back and forth between them. Wood watched them like a hawk as they approached, and the quaffle was passed to Dee. She looped around in all different directions before coming up right in front of Wood and scoring an easy goal.

“Beginner’s luck!” he shouted. She stopped and turned back to him. “Yes, you are going to be needing that, obviously.”

He nodded. It was what she had suspected then. She'd only come to the realization recently...it was like she was blocking out that possibility. But the signs were all there...talking about Wood being obsessed with quidditch and how he was so hard on them...not wanting them to be alone together...not wanting them to be together at all...

Fred was jealous. Jealous of Wood.