Harry got the call at 8 in the morning. His owl was pecking on the bedroom window so rapidly, Harry knew it must've been an emergency. Harry (not willingly I might add) unwrapped his arms from Ginny and got out of bed. In the short time he was walking to the window, a new owl joined the other and began pecking just as fast.
All the pecking woke up Ginny. (That's saying something) Harry stopped to admire how beautiful she was.
"HARRY JAMES POTTER" she yelled. "Are you going to open the bloody window or stand there staring at me!
Harry chuckled as he unlatched and opened the window. The first owl flew to Harry and the second to Ginny.
Harry's letter was from Wood explaining that he had just been informed that there was an international quidditch tournament and he needed to be at the pitch ready to practice in 30 minutes or less if he still wanted to be seeker.
Ginny's letter read basically the same thing but from Jones.
"Well I got to get going." Harry sighed. Ginny replied with a grunt that sounded like "same." As she walked to the bathroom Harry heard her mumbling something about Jones and 'stupid tournament' with a few choice words Mrs. Weasley would not aproove of. Harry headed to the pitch after washing up in the guest bathroom. "Bye Gin!" He called. He heard her grunt back in reply. "Love you too!" Harry called. He chuckled to himself as he apparated away.
Harry was the first one to arrive at the pitch. Oliver looked bright and cheery as he ordered Harry 5 laps around the pitch. At 4 laps, it appeared that everyone had arrived. Oliver called Harry down.
"Alright, Puddlemere has been invited to an international tournament this month. This is it, the big one. This tournament is ours. I'm adding 2 more hours to every practice until the tournament ends. Everyone but Harry on the team groaned. Harry didn't mind. He loved practice. The wind in his hair, the excitement when he spots the snitch. "Get over it!" Barked Oliver. "Are you in it to win it or what?"