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Chapter One: Pregame Pranking

"Cameron! Over here!" called a sandy haired young man.

"Good evening, Olly," Cameron said as she made her way towards the end of the Gryffindor table. A few people from the next table over looked at her and shook their heads. Cameron was a Hufflepuff, but nearly every day she ate at the Gryffindor table. That's what house her best friend was in, and she couldn't imagine a meal without him sitting across the table from her. "What's that you've got?" Cameron asked, as if she didn't know.

"Quidditch plays," he said, poring over his intensive notebook of practically every play that had ever been created and executed. Cameron knew better than to try to dissuade him from his pre-practice ritual, especially the last practice before the Quidditch Final. Instead she dished herself a plate of shepard's pie and leaned over the book with her friend.

"Are you going to want me to warm you up before the practice?" Cameron asked.

"Sure," he said shortly.

"Are you going to eat anything?"

"Sure," he repeated.

"Are you a troll's aunt?" she asked.

"Uh huh..." he said as he turned a page. Cameron smiled. She rested her elbows on the table and her head in her hands and stared at Oliver, slowly moving closer and closer. When she was nearly an inch away from him, he looked up. "What are you doing?" he asked, taking time away from his precious notebook.

"I'm practicing. I'm sitting with the Oliver Wood fan club tomorrow during the game and I want to be well practiced," she said. She then continued to look at him as if she were day dreaming, only much more exaggerated. She gave a fake sigh and Oliver reached out and tickled her sides. She immediately dissolved into laughter and he joined her. Her laughter was contagious.

"You can be downright annoying sometimes," Oliver said before returning his mind to his notebook.

"Oh come off it, Oliver," Cameron said as she took the book away from him.

"Oi! Give that back!" Oliver protested.

"Olly, you've gone over this a trillion times!" she said. "You know it by heart, you don't need to read it. You could be warming up or, Merlin forbid, eat."

"Cam! Give me back my notebook!" Oliver said, reaching for the book, but Cameron held it just out of his reach. Suddenly, she took off towards the Entrance Hall.

"You've got to catch me!" she yelled over her shoulder.

"Cam!" he called before getting up and setting off in pursuit. Although both were fast runners, Cameron had a head start. Oliver, however, knew a few short cuts the Weasley twins had shown him when they were coming back from practices that had run late. Cameron ran up the stairs, down the Charms hallway and was working her way past the Astronomy Tower when Oliver jumped out in front of her. He had jumped out so suddenly that she hadn't had time to stop, and she ran right into his outstretched arms. He wrapped his arms around her in an attempt to wrestle his notebook away from her. He then tickled her sides and she fell to her knees, engulfed in giggles. Oliver, notebook now in hand, laughed too. He leaned against the wall to catch his breath and review his notebook once more, while Cameron lay face up on the stone floor trying to recompose herself. A few minutes later, she got up and sat next to Oliver, who was still breathing irregularly.

"I don't know what I'd do without you, Olly," Cameron said as she leaned back and looked over his shoulder at the notebook.

"You'd be fat and incredibly bored. You get all your exercise and entertainment stealing my notebook. That's the fourth time this week," Oliver said.

"I've got enough time for a few more before the game tomorrow, then," Cameron said. A smile crossed Oliver's face as he looked at her and she smiled back. He nudged her in the ribs and she nudged back. Despite being annoyed by her disrupting his preparation ritual, Oliver always had fun chasing her through the castle, finding new ways to catch her.

"Isn't that one of your chasers over their snogging Flint?!" Cameron asked, pointing towards the Astronomy Tower. Oliver looked up and Cameron snatched the notebook again and sprinted off towards the Hufflepuff Common Room, but she only got as far as the statue of Derek the Delusional when Oliver caught her in a bear hug and pinned her against the wall.

"Nice try, but I was expecting that one," he said, smiling as he looked down into her pale green eyes. He took his notebook back for the second time that night and began to walk towards Gryffindor Tower to collect his broom and robes. Cameron jumped on him, piggyback style. She wrapped her arms loosely around his neck.

"So what are we doing to celebrate after you win the Quidditch Cup, since you managed to knock Hufflepuff out of the running," Cameron asked, trying not to sound saddened by her own house's misfortune.

"Hopefully not this," Oliver said as he stopped to let Cameron down. She got down and he put her in a easy headlock. She tried for a moment to pull his arm away, but he kept his grip just tight enough that she couldn't, then she simply let her arms hang from his.

"I'm going to tackle you when you win," Cameron informed her friend. Oliver smiled.

"Thanks for the warning."

"What time is it?" Oliver looked at his watch.

"Six o'clock," Oliver said. Cameron took this moment of distraction to escape from his hold. "I don't think we have time to warm up together tonight," Oliver said, not seeming to have noticed that she had gotten away.

"So you were listening during dinner," Cameron said.

"Always," Oliver said, trying to sound hurt.

"Congratulations on being a troll's aunt then. I didn't even know you had a sibling," Oliver smiled.

"I'll hurry and get my things and then I'll walk you back to the Entrance Hall," Oliver said.

"You know, Oliver, I'm not as small of a child as you treat me. I'm not afraid of the long, dark, scary hallways like most girls. I actually walk around at night all by myself sometimes," Cameron said.

"Fine then, off you go," Oliver said, shooing her away.

"I wouldn't want you to get scared on the way to the Entrance Hall," Cameron said. Oliver smiled.

"I'll hurry then."

"Thank you, Olly," Cameron said as if she were doing him some big favor by waiting for him.