"Come on Nymphie. It will be SO fun." Charlie Weasly a red head second year at Hogwarts said straining the fun part. The two children were out talking by the lake. "Sorry Charlie, but I think the Qudditch Competition tomorrow will be funner, then sitting in the hospital wing for having FUN." Nymphie a metamorphic third year said implying that the plan would end in disaster. "No. I promise we won't get hurt. I PROMISE!" Charlie said trying to get her to follow through. "I don't think the Whomping Willow will be so HAPPY about us playing a game around it." Nymphie said. Out of the 2 years Charlie and her had been best friends, all of Charlies ideas had ended in disaster. "But Bill and his friends will be there. And I want to show them i'm not scared." Charlie said. "Then you go. And I will be there about ten feet away from the tree and cheer you on." She said assuring her own saftey. If Charlie wanted to get hurt, it was his fault. And that would give HufflePuff more of a chance to win the Quidditch game. "Aw Nymphie! Are you scared? Are you a chicken?" Charlie said. Nymphie's metamorphic side kicked in changing her pink hair to red. Which usually signaled that she was getting mad. "I am NOT a chicken!" She said. "Then do it." Charlie said as if it was the only answer. "Fine." Nymphie said. "But when we both get hurt I get your Chudley Cannons pajamas." Nymphie said. "Fine. What do I get if we don't?" Charlie asked. "The satisfaction of being a moron." Nymphie said sarcastically. "Hey! That wasn't funny. I get to... trade brooms with you!" Charlie said. "Now why must I be punished for your stupidity." Nymphie cried. "Hey my broom isn't that bad." Charlie said crossing his arms. "Are you kidding me? Have you seen the way you fly? I'm surprised they let you on the team. Your team must be as blind as a bat." Nymphie said laughing. "I'm going to get you for that!" Charlie said running after her. "Aw. You know you can't catch me! Your slow too. And not only in the physical way." She said running a few feet ahead of him. "What is that suppose to mean... HEY!" Charlie said finally catching up to her. He picked her up. Bill, Charlie's older brother was up the hill and shouted "I DON'T THINK THAT'S WHAT MUM MEANT BY PICKING UP GIRLS!" he chuckled. Charlie blushed and dropped Nymphie. "Ouch." She said rubbing her head. "Your mean." She said running again. Then Charlie didn't care what is brother thought but ran after Nymphie.