Oliver. I notice as I glance upwards, meeting his hazel brown eyes. 'Sorry.' I murmur, nodding curtly before moving to the left letting him pass.

'No problem.' He smiles, and adds 'My name's Oliver Wood.'

'I know.' I say quietly. 'I've heard of you.'

'What's your name?' He asks, eyes shining - clearly interested.

'Madison.' I smile gently.

'Maddi!' A voice shouts, and three girls and peeking outside our train compartment.

'Looks like they're looking for you!' He laughs.

'Yeah. Bye!' I blush and start walking towards the train compartment where Adelaide, Scarlett and Dove sit.

'So?' Dove immediately asks.

'So what?'

'What did you say to Oliver Wood?'

I merely blush before saying 'Nothing. He asked my name.' I said, turning to Adelaide.

'Did you see where he was going?'

'Towards train cart eight. Why?' I brush my fingers through my hair.

'Let's go find him!' Scarlett giggles, and I immediately laugh.

'No way, stalker.' I reply immediately, before Adelaide bursts into fits of laughter.

'We have to go! He's the cutest boy in fourth year, and quidditch captain!' Scarlett mentions.

'I know, Scarlett.' I roll my eyes at Adelaide, and she laughs once again.

Immediately Scarlett tugs at my arm and I'm out in the hallway again - this time with Scarlett, Adelaide and Dove. Scarlett tugs me to train cart eight and sh immediately spots Oliver with his group of friends - Angelina Johnson, Katie Bell, Fred, and George Weasley.

Scarlett grins at me and pushes me forward, the train door slides, and Oliver and his friends can clearly see me now.

Oliver glances up, and smiles at me. 'Hey there, Madison.' He says with his Scottish burr.

'Hi.' I blush a deep shade of scarlett, glaring at Scarlett.

'Need something?' He asks politely.

'Oh, no.' I say curtly, before rushing over to my friends. 'I hate you. I am not trying out for quidditch now. This is your fault. I could have been the new chaser! But now Oliver thinks I'm some kind of creep!' I say loudly to Scarlett and she shrugs. I turn around to Oliver, and he's staring at me with a curious look. I quickly turn back around and push them to the compartment. 'I swear if you ever do that again, I will hex y-'

I'm cut off by Oliver's Scottish burr, and he grins spontaneously when he taps my shoulder and I turn around. 'You play quidditch?' He asks.

'Yeah. I'm a chaser.' I reply, before turning around back to Scarlett, about to finish my sentence.

'Would you mind trying out?' He asks, spinning me around.

'No. I guess I'll go.'

'Great. See you there.' He grins, and walks back to his compartment.

Once I turn around, all three are grinning madly.