Angelina stomped into the Gryffindor common room, steaming with anger. She had booked the pitch, she was certain of it. How infuriating it was to think that Slytherin team, of all teams, had taken the pitch from her. She could have slapped Flint, that smug look he had on his face when he showed her that note from Snape. Angelina sighed. Why didn't McGonagall ever write her a note? If she did, maybe she would stand a chance at getting the pitch for a decent amount of time for once.

"It's alright Angie," Alicia murmured, placing her hand on her friend's shoulder. "We'll get the pitch tomorrow."

Angelina grunted something unintelligible in response. Alicia smiled lightly, squeezing Angelina's shoulder gently. Angelina, like any quidditch captain, was driven by the sport, and would do almost anything if it meant winning the Cup.

"It's that Flint," Katie was just as annoyed as Angelina, and had been infuriated to see Flint's knowing smirk as he signaled for his team to get into the air. "So damn cocky."

Alicia frowned at Katie. An annoyed Angelina was bad enough, without having someone press on about the matter. Catching Katie's eye, she waved her hand near her throat, signaling for her to be quiet. Katie opened her mouth to protest, but was silenced by a staggering glare. She shrugged her shoulders, then went off to find the twins, in hopes of being in lighter company.

"It could have been worse," Alicia went straight back to comforting Angelina as Katie left the room. "At least it was only Flint being a git."

"And the rest of the team," grumbled Angelina, crossing her arms. Alicia bit back a smile. The older girl almost looked like she was, well, sulking. It was quite the sight to see. Alicia was silent for a moment, contemplating Angelina's comment. It was true, the Slytherin team were cocky, self-centered gits. Well, most of them anyway.

"Pucey seemed alright," Alicia said, causing Angelina's head to snap up. "I mean," Alicia continued quickly. "He didn't act like he owned the pitch, like Flint does."

"Well," Angelina flicked her hand flippantly. "I had a few words with him."

Alicia could feel her mouth dropping in shock. Angelina? Talking to a Slytherin? A Slytherin on the Quidditch team? Like most Gryffindors, Angelina had a special dislike for the Slytherins, and didn't talk to them unless necessary.

"Anything interesting?" Alicia stammered, her voice coming back to her.

"Just about quidditch," Angelina seemed casual about this, and stood, heading towards the girl's dormitories. "He's a rather good chaser, don't you think?"

The image flashed back to Alicia in moments. Angelina arguing with Flint, while the other team members jeered from behind him. All except one. Pucey. She remembered Fred and George, pulling Angelina away from the pitch, and Pucey's eyes narrowing as they left. And that comment Angelina just made... Since when did she, of all people, compliment Slytherins on their Quidditch skills?

"I don't think the quaffle's the only thing he's chasing," Alicia muttered, dragging her feet to catch up with her friend.