A/N: Way to go guys! Not one review but TWO! Y'all are overachievers! Anyway I kept my promise and have put up the second chapter. I'm not done with the third chapter yet so it may not be up to soon, but that doesn't mean you shouldn't review. I mean Lucy loves hearing from you guys. So do I. Moving on. I now I'm not the greatest writer in the world so if someone out there loves Lucy enough to want to be her Beta Reader she won't say no to the idea.

Disclaimer: If Charlie doesn't have his own series then I don't own Harry Potter.

Chapter Two: Quidditch Day

Waking up at five in the morning on the week days is bad enough. But waking up at five in the morning on a Saturday is bloodly insane. It's all because of that bloody game Quidditch. I have nothing against Quidditch. I find the game to be quite entertaining. But you when you come from a Muggle family like me and had never even heard of Quidditch until you game to Hogwarts you find the game rather hard to follow. Especially when no one explains the game to you. It's not like I don't have anyone who can explain the wonderful game of broom flying to me. In fact one of my best friends is dating the captain of the Ravenclaw team. Back in first year when I asked Kat to explain it to me she spent the whole game screaming her head off.

"Wake up Lucy!" Kat Palmer screamed jumping on my bed. I am currently trying and failing to hide under my blanket.

"Up and adam sunshine!" I heard Leah Cole yell from somewhere in the distance.

I screamed a no but it was lost in the thud of me and Kat hitting the floor. While jumping up and down on my bed Kat lost her balance and fell to the floor in a mess of curtains, pillows, and blankets. Unfortunately Kat manged to take me down with her.

Pulling the blue blanket off my head I glared at the blond laughing next to me. She found this whole thing extremely funny. While glaring at her I noticed for the first time what she was wearing. Half her face was covered in blue war paint and the other was covered in bronze. Across her forward in black paint was the word Ravenclaw. But that wasn't what caught my eye. What caught me eye was the shirt she was wearing.

Back in first year the three of us (Kat, Leah, and me) made our own Quidditch jeresys. They had simply been blue t-shirts with a bronze raven on the front and our last names on the back a long with a number (eight,nine, or ten). This year Kat made a new one. Her seventh year jeresy was an actual jeresy shirt with a moving bronze raven on the front. On the back was her nickname, Ba-Boo ( that's a whole different story), and the number eight.

"Don't worry, Sweet-Tart," Kat said pulling me up off the floor, "I have one for you too."

Before I could argue, or come up with a good excuse to get out of the game, Kat had me sitting in the 'make-up chair' and was starting on my war paint.

After thirty minutes of Leah and Kat arguing over on how to do my war paint I was finally done. Thank Merlin Leah had won the fight. Kat had wanted to cover my face completely in paint like she had down with hers but Leah said I wouldn't like that and decided on just putting to streaks of paint on each cheek. Simple yet spirited. If it wasn't for the fact that Leah was dating Nolan (Ravenclaw Captain) she would have lost the battle epically. But she is so she didn't.

While Kat dug through her trunk for my jersey I studied my face. My somewhat pale skin looked even paler under the dark war paint. My amber eyes looked bigger as I held them wide open to study the sparkles that were in Kat's war paint.

"Found it!" Kat boosted as she pulled the blue jersey out of her trunk and handed it to me.

I studied it before pulling it on. The front looked just like Kat's with the moving bronze raven. But on the back my jersey read 'Sweet-Tart' and had a number nine below it. After I pulled the shirt over my head Kat pushed me back down into the make-up chair.

"Since you got say over the war paint I get to do the hair."

Before either one of us could say anything Kat began braiding bronze and blue ribbon into my chocolate colored hair. She was definitely going to go all out this year for the only sport wizards have.

After Kat was finally done with my Quidditch make over Leah, Kat, and I headed to the Great Hall for breakfast. Leah hadn't stuck with me and Kat on wearing our homemade Quidditch jerseys. Instead she was wearing Nolan's jersey from last year. By the time we reached the Great Hall everyone else was already eating breakfast. It was easy to see which houses were supporting Gryffindor and which were supporting Ravenclaw. Let's just say it was easy to see that lions outrank ravens on the food chain.

Reaching the Ravenclaw table the three of us took seats next to our house team. Our main reason for seating with the team is because Leah and the captain are a thing (just in case I haven't mentioned that before). Our other reason is because Jack Stoll, one of the beaters, tends to pray when he gets nervous. I don't have anything against religious beliefs. It's just Jack's prays are extremly funny.

"Dear Merlin," Jack was mumbling when we sat down (Leah practically on top of Nolan. The two of them are cute together. They just don't understand that not everyone enjoins their views on PDA). "Please let Ravenclaw win the match without any injures. No what let me refase that. Let Ravenclaw win the match with several injures on the Gryffindor behalf. Especially that good for nothing Seeker of theirs."

I frowned. Usually Jack's prays were funny and not violent. Maybe after six years of losing the cup the guy has finally cracked and is resorting to dirty measures and sick prays.

"Jay, man," Brandon Stoll, Jack's little brother by two years and the other beater, said slapping his brother. "That's not funny. It's cruel."

Jack glared at his brother but said nothing.

"Thank you Brandon," I said still looking at Jack in disbelief.

Jack was normally was a cool guy. But lately he's been bitter.

"Anytime Luce," the younger Stoll grinned.

Did I mention that Brandon sort of has a thing for me? While he does. I like the guy. But in a little brother nothing but family way and not the moving on from friends to more than friends way.

With a sound like a suckion cup Nolan unstuck himself from Leah long enough to address his team.

"Alright guys," Nolan began only to get a glare from Rosie the Seeker and only girl on the team, "And girl. Let's head for the pitch."

We waited until Kat finished counting down from a hundred before we headed for the pitch ourselves.

The game took forever. Three hours, fifty minutes, and twenty two second to be exact. I don't understand Quidditch and find it to be boring sometime because I didn't know what was going on. I've tried to teach the game to myself. I even read every Quidditch book ever made and I still haven't got the hang of the sport. So whenever Kat and Leah dragged me down to the pitch I counted down until the game was over, by the second.

Sighing I followed the rest of my house. Everyone was rather depressed. Gryffindor beat us five hundred and sixty to three hundred and fifty. It was only the first match of the season and it was already clear that Gryffindor was going to win the Quidditch Cup. Again. I just can't believe that Nolan had exactly expected Ravenclaw to win. I mean our team is good. It's just not Gryffindor good. Of course Jack was getting rid of his anger by cursing the Gryffindor Seeker. While his brother, Brandon, took a different approach and stuck to cursing the Gryffindor beaters. Also known as the Weasley twins. For two second years they were quite good.

"Sweet-Tart!" Kat yelled from a head of me. "Are you going to celebrate with us?!?"

I gave her a confused look.

"Celebrate what?" I asked hoping she could hear me.

"Our loss!" She screamed laughing and running a head. Sometimes I just don't understand that girl.

I was standing at the bottom of the Great Stairs watching the Gryffindors head to their common room cheering and screaming for their victory party. That's the one bad thing about these Quidditch games. They always jam the front staircase. First you have to wait for the winning team to make their way up the stairs already celebrating. Then you have to wait for all the houses to pass if you want to avoid being pushed and shoved a long the only non-moving staircase in all of Hogwarts. And trust me you want to avoid being pushed and shoved on a staircase holding most of Hogwarts population.

"Romania," someone whispered in my ear.

Being caught off gruad by the voice I jumped ten feet in the air and whipped around. I was staring into the blue eyes of Charlie Weasley. He had an amused look on his face. With my brain being dysfunctional because of having the bejesus scared out of me I had trouble putting a good sentence together.

"I-I...I" I stuttered, "What?"

At least I got one word out, I thought.

"Romania," he repeated, "It's why I wanted the book on dragons."

"Oh...kay," I said slowly trying to make sense of what he said. He smiled at my still confused expression.

"I want to work with dragons after school."

I frowned. "What does that have to do with Romania?"

"It's the dragon capital of the world." I nodded and he continued. "With the rumors about how infested it is with vampires and werewolves and what not the Prime Minster at the time figured it would be the best place to hold dragons. The way he saw was if a Muggle happened to see on of the dragons it would be easier to come up with a good fact story about the sighting."

"Interesting," I said. "How do you know all of this?"

Charlie folded his arms across his chest and leaned against the wall.

"You're not the only one who does their research."

I opened my mouth to say something but was interrupted by two twin ginger headed boys. I instantly recognized them as the Gryffindor beaters. It was easy to see that they were related to Charlie but it was even easier to see how hard it would is to tell them a part. I mean the two boys looked exactly the same.

"Charlie are you coming to the common room or not?" one asked.

"You do know that is a party going on in there?" the other one asked.

"Like now!" they both said at the same time.

Charlie looked down at them and pushed himself off the wall.

"Lucy, these are my brothers," he said pausing to study the twins, "Fred? And George?" The two boys nodded. "George, Fred, this is Lucy Fields."

After Charlie said my name the two boy's mouths formed identical Os and their blue eyes grew wide. I stole a glance at Charlie only to see the tip of his ears turning pink like he was embarrassed about something. But he was also giving his brothers a sort of warning look.

"Right," one of the twins said, "Let's go to the common room."

While I stood there wondering what Charlie could possibly had to be embarrassed about, and why he had gave his brothers that warning look, I noticed him heading for his common room with his brothers. Standing a lone in the Great Hall I watched Charlie Weasley walk away from me for the second time in two days.

A/N: I know it's not the greatest. I didn't notice how many I mentioned Leah and Nolan until after I reread it. Sorry about that. I don't know if that's really why they have so many dragons in Romania but it sounded good to me. Me and Lucy want to know what you whether it's about the story or being our Beta Reader. I'll post the next chapter as soon as it's done and there's a new post it in the box.

Lucy loves you.

~Kat. The one who fell of the bed.

P.S. Me and Lucy are sisters who have a common love for Charlie Weasley. She doesn't she's my main charater because she'd go nuts and start yelling that her older sister really loves her. So don't Lucy this is for. She'll figure it out soon enough.