A/N: So this one is really short and probably not that good. I've been kind of distracted lately, but I knew the longer I went without writing, the harder it would be to come up with anything.

Also, I've been trying to post author's notes on my bio page even when I don't get around to writing an actual chapter, so if you're ever wondering what's going on you can usually check there.

Thank you to everyone who has reviewed. You guys rock!! And you make me smile like WOW.

Puking Pastilles are property of the Weasley twins, who (along with Angelina, Ginny, that Ravenclaw git, Quidditch and... okay EVERYTHING) belong to J.K. Rowling.


Balm

"Oi! That's our Quidditch captain you're snogging!" yelled George, seizing a pillow from the nearest armchair and chucking it toward the couple. "She yells enough as it is without having your terrible kissing on her mind when we're out on pitch."

Fred disentangled himself from Angelina, grinning like an idiot. "On the contrary, I'm sacrificing my lips so that our captain might be in better spirits for the next practice."

George looked to Angelina, who merely shrugged innocently. "He is good."

"If I wanted to be sick, Angelina, I'd eat a Puking Pastille."

"It could be worse," she said. "You could have walked in on Ginny and that Ravenclaw git Michael Corner instead of me and Fred." Both twins groaned in disgust. Fred slid to the other side of the couch, as far away from Angelina as he could get without actually getting up. "I know," she said, as though they were disgruntled more by the fact that Corner was on the Ravenclaw team than they were by the fact that he was dating their little sister. "Their team is really good this season. I bet it'll be us against them in the final and we're going to have to practice really hard if we want to win. And we're playing Slytherin next week and Umbridge will do anything she can to give them an upper hand, so we'll have to work at least twice as hard. And –"

George stopped listening as Angelina continued her rant. "I hope you've invested in some lip balm," he said to his twin, before retreating back up the stairs.


I'm going to try to post another chapter within the next few hours now that the creative juices are flowing. I hope that one wasn't too substandard.

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