For BadMum on the Drabble Request Forum.
Prompts: Alicia&Angelina&Kate and "What did you expect from him?"
An exhausted Alicia flopped onto her bed, closely followed by her friend, Angelina. Katie, on the other hand, was still bouncing around the room like a mad woman - a mad woman that hadn't endured what must have been the toughest Quidditch trial ever held at Hogwarts.
Groaning, Alicia rubbed her temples as she landed face first into her pillow. Lifting her head momentarily, she glared at the younger girl. "I don't see how you're still functioning."
"She's younger than us, Alicia," Angelina reminded her. "She's still got youth. We've gotten old!"
Alicia offered a weak laugh as Angelina posed dramatically with her hand against her forehead as if with a fever.
"Don't be stupid," Katie retorted with a frown. "I actually trained over the holidays. Didn't you?"
"I wasn't aware that I was meant too."
Katie raised her eyebrows. "You knew Ol was captain. What did you expect from him? One lap, a quick chuck of the Quaffle and then done?"
Instead of dwelling on the sport or their aching muscles, both girls sat up with identical smirks. And then, as if they had practiced the chorus line together for years, they drawled in unison, "Oh, so it's Ol, now."
"Ol, Oliver, who cares what I call him?" Katie said, her wavering voice giving her away as a blush shot up her neck. Whipping around quickly, she threw a pillow at Alicia's snickering frame. "Oh, shut up. Here," she paused to rummage her her drawers and find a small tub of cream, "rub that on your legs. The pain will go away quicker if you do."
She scrambled away quickly after that, her broom in tow. But not quickly enough, for she was only a few steps away from the door when she heard Alicia's distinctive voice hiss, "I think some scheming is in order for those two."
A few more steps, and then Angelina's reply, "I've got an idea. But I'll need a bucket of water, a blindfold, the key to the Quidditch changing rooms, and Fred and George... mostly Fred."
Not wanting to hear anymore of the horror story being written for her, Katie shot down the stairs, pleased to see Oliver sitting on the crimson couch. Pasting on a cheerful grin, she made her way towards him. Maybe she wouldn't need to be involved in a crazy, twisted plan to get the guy.