Written for the Scavenger Hunt at 'The Golden Snitch'

Thank you Dessie, for once again Beta-ing this!

Growing up is bound to happen sooner or later

„Honestly, Oliver! Would you please hurry up a little?"

Slightly out of breath, Oliver Wood managed to keep up with his wife. "Calm down, Katie. You know that my legs aren't really made for walking… and well, you could have let me use a broom and – "

"And fly around in one of the Hogwarts corridors?" She asked and looked at her husband with a raised eyebrow. "Professor McGonagall would have your head if she knew – "

"If she knew what, Miss Bell – erm I apologize, Mrs. Wood?" the Headmistress asked with a small smile on her face, as she poked her head out of the white door that lead to the Hospital Wing.

Oliver smiled back and extended his hand for her to shake. "I merely said that I'd rather fly around all day instead of walking."

Katie rolled her eyes, but to her surprise the Headmistress smiled. "Well, once a Quidditch player, always a Quidditch player, right?"

"What can I say to that, Professor?" Wood asked and sent a bright grin in his wife's direction. "And it seems that the love for Quidditch has been passed on to the next generation as well."

"Indeed," Katie sighed and followed the Headmistress into the hospital wing. "Sometimes I wish Julia hadn't stepped in our footsteps…. Exactly how many times have we visited her in the Hospital Wing during her four years at Hogwarts?"

Oliver seemed to think for a moment, then grimaced. "Erm… four… or maybe five times?"

Upon hearing his wife's snicker, he looked at his hands and counted again. "Alright maybe it has been a little more than that but – "

"But, " the Headmistress interrupted, a smile was playing around her lips, "Julia Wood is one of the best chasers Gryffindor House has ever had. And may I remind you both of your own numerous visits in the hospital wing?"

"Touché," was all Katie said as they reached the bed in which their daughter rested.

"I'll leave you alone now," the emerald-eyed witch whispered. "Feel free to drop by sometime. I always enjoy talking to my former students."

The brown haired witch nodded smiling and upon the other witch's departure, turned her attention to her daughter.

"Mum? Dad?" The girl on the bed asked groggily as she began to slowly open her brown eyes.

"It's alright, Quaffle. We're here now," Oliver whispered softly, sat down on his daughter's bed and brushed a loose strand of her brown hair out of her face.

"Daddy, don't you think I'm a little too old to be called Quaffle?"

Katie chuckled softly as she saw her husband's surprised expression. I told you that one day she'll get tired of the very creative nickname you gave her.

"Well then, from now on, I will be only referring to you as Miss Julia Wood," the former Gryffindor said teasingly.

The brown haired witch rolled her eyes again, but she was smiling nonetheless.

"Now dear, do me the favour and ignore your father for a moment and tell me why you to end up in the Hospital Wing again."

Julia was about to reply but her father interrupted.

"Honestly, Katie! She was part of the reason Gryffindor won the House Cup! It's not her fault when a bloody Slytherin knocks her from her broom!"

"Well, dad, about that…" Julia started blushing, "It was my fault… I was sort of… distracted… by the boy… on the Slytherin team… he's really handsome…"

That's it, Katie thought amused when she saw her husband's utterly stunned expression, she is too old to be called Quaffle anymore!