"OI! Kates, get up, it's time for Quiddich practise!" One of my best friends and fellow Chasers, Angelina Johnson, was yelling at me from the doorway. I rolled over to face her and stuck my tongue out at her. She pulled out her wand and grinned. I practically jumped out of bed after that.

Ten minutes I was all ready for practice in my red tank top and black shorts. I walked out to the place everyone always meets for practice. Alicia Spinnet, Angelina, and Fred and George Weasley were waiting for me when I stumbled out. I looked around with weary eyes and noticed one person was missing.

"Where's our beloved Captain this lovely morning?" I muttered, still rubbing my eyes. Alicia, who was standing next to me, poked me in the side.

"Mornin' Sunshine. Of course something about Oliver is the first thing out of your mouth. And if you haven't noticed, Harry isn't here either. Oliver made him go down like an hour ago." Everyone laughed…but me, I just pouted. "Oh, shit. We are so late for practice, Ollie's gonna kill us!" Ali was looking at her watch looking as though it had transfigured into a giant snake.

"Oh, shit!" We all just ran. Down the stairs, once into a wall thinking it was a secret passage. When we passed Filch, George, er Fred, erm, one of the twins threw a Dungbomb at him. About five minutes later, we were skidding onto the Pitch gasping. Fred and I were bent over, trying to catch our breath. Suddenly a shadow put me into the dark. I looked up into the eyes of our wonderful, glorious, luscious, fantastic, breathtaking, STRICT Quiddich Captain, Oliver Wood.