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Alicia woke to the sound of cursing and a loud whining noise coming from the foot of her bed. Angelina Johnson, her best friend, was grappling with an alarm clock sent to her by her brother the morning before. The clock didn't seem to want to be quiet. It was emitting a high-pitched wail, and Angelina was attempting to hex it into silence.

'Silencio! Silencio! SILENCIO!' she bellowed, before finally cracking and hurling it though the open window. Alicia sat up and watched as the clock became smaller and smaller, hurtling through the air before splashing soundly into the Black Lake. Angelina, panting, looked up in surprise at Alicia.

'Oh hey,' she said in a slightly surprised tone 'Sorry, did I wake you?'

'Nah, it was the clock' Alicia said as she stretched.

'Bloody piece of junk wouldn't shut it' Angelina said darkly, glaring out the window where, moments before, the clock had wailed it's final wail. 'Anyway, you should rest. I heard what happened to you last night. Does your nose still hurt?'

Angelina sat down on the edge of Alicia's bed and peered into her face.

'How'd you find out?' Alicia asked in disbelief.

'Oliver Wood. He was…complaining, I suppose to Patrick Castle, about it. You know, the guy you replaced.

'Great, I feel so welcomed'

'Hey don't beat yourself up. Wood's just bitter cause you're a better flier than his best mate. Man, you have no idea how lucky you are to be on the House Team. What I wouldn't give…'

Angelina had stretched out and was staring at the ceiling.

'Ange' Alicia leaned over her 'you would just as easily be on the House Team if you'd tried out. You're a far better flier then me'

Angelina gritted her teeth, cursing Professor Snape who had given her a detention the afternoon of the tryouts for failing to produce a perfect Yawning Draught.

'Yeah, well. Next year I'll join you'

'I don't think I'll be on the team next year'

'Why not?'

'I'm thinking of quitting'

'What!' Angelina sat up 'Why? Alicia, this is a great opportunity'

'Ange, you know I've never had your passion or talent for Quidditch. I just got lucky at the tryouts. You should have seen the practice yesterday'

Alicia then proceeded to tell Angelina not only the full story of what had happened to her nose, but the entire disastrous practice. When she'd finished, instead of receiving sympathy, liked she'd hoped, Angelina merely waved her hand.

'Nerves, that's all it was. You can't back out now. The captain, Charlie or Charles or whatever. He'll have to hold more tryouts and Gryffindor will be disadvantaged for the Cup!'

Alicia barely had time to marvel at Angelina's concern for the House Team, before Angelina had sat up and was dragging her out of the dorm and into the Common Room.

They crossed the floor to the entrance to the boy's dorm and walked up the flight of stairs to the second year's room. Angelina rapped on the door.

'What?' came a muffled, extremely tired sounding voice.

'Fred, George, open up it's Ange'

The door opened a crack, and a bleary-eyed second year boy who was definitely NOT one of the Weasley twins stared out.

'They're still asleep' he yawned 'As was I, mere moments ago'

'Move it, Christopher'

Angelina pushed through the door and crossed to a bed in which a head of flame red hair poked out from beneath the covers.

'Fred! Wake up!' Angelina shook him, as Christopher, mumbling incoherently eased back into his bed and rolled over, snoring softly. Alicia groaned.

'Ange, I'm tired, can we just go, please? They'll be up soon, we can talk to them then'

'I'm up now' came a groggy voice as Fred Weasley sat up, rubbing his eyes. He stared over at Angelina who was now assaulting George

'What's the matter with you, woman?'

'Alicia wants to quit the House Team'

'What?' George sat up, blinking stupidly and looking around disorientedly.

'That's right' Angelina was saying. Alicia yawned loudly sitting down on the edge of Fred's bed. Fred was staring at her in disbelief. Then his features hardened slightly.

'Was it Charlie?'

'No, Fred of course it's n-not' Alicia stifled another yawn.

'Then what is it? Are any of the team members giving you a hard time? Have you…oh wait, Alicia is this about you getting injured yesterday'

'Perhaps' Alicia replied curtly

George rolled his eyes 'Hello? Nerves! Happens to every player! You're so lucky to be on that team! Charlie made it clear he wasn't going to let us in this year 'cause it would look like he's 'favouring family'. Favouring family! That's exactly what he should be doing, the prat!'

'Okay, o-okay!' Alicia said as another yawn escaped her 'I haven't actually said I'll quit, I was just thinking about it. Look, Ange, if you let me go back to bed now, I'll go to the next practice, okay? Now, I'll be going, as we still have an hour until breakfast'

'An excellent point' Fred nodded and flopped back on his pillow. Angelina followed after Alicia shutting the door behind her.

'Yes!' she hollered as they made their way back down the stairs 'I knew you'd reconsider'

'Shut up Ange, you'll wake someone!'

As if on cue, the door they were passing at that very moment swung open to reveal a very angry looking and a very shirtless Oliver Wood. He looked momentarily stunned to see two second year girls outside his door, one of which had just joined his Quidditch team, but he was quick to recover.

'Do you think you could be any louder? Some of us are trying to sleep!' he growled in his half awake state.

'Relax! We were just leaving' Alicia snapped, too tired to be polite. Oliver looked slightly surprised, before tossing them as withering a glance he could muster in his current state of semi-consciousness and shutting the door loudly.

He stood at the door, listening as the two girls footsteps disappeared down towards the common room.

'What was that?' Across the room, Patrick Castle rolled over in his bed and stared at him through bleary eyes.

'Just that Spinner, or Spinnet kid. The one who replaced you'

'What was she doing in the boys dorm?'

'How would I know?' Oliver retorted irritably before rolling into his bed and closing his eyes. Why were the two girls in the boy's dorm? Were they coming down from the second year dorm? If so, what were they doing up there? 'And why am I thinking about it?' Oliver thought as he drifted off to sleep.

Back in the girl's dorm, Alicia was doing the same, right before Angelina's voice cut through her dreamlike state of mind.

'You know, that Wood guy might be a bit of a prat, but what abs!'

A/N: So what did everyone think? Many thanks to my reviewers SurFer ChiiCa, citysnidget, Fooruman the Great and Will There Ever Be A Rainbow, and of course, Marama. Christmas Blessings and virtual candy canes and cookies to all!