A/N: So chapter 11 is just a tiny tiny chapter as a prequel to a very long chapter 12 that will be up tomorrow or the day after. This one's for 90sgurl :) Hope it whets your appetites..

Disclaimer:

A Friend: 'So if it came down to owning Marcus Flint or the world what would you choose?'

Me: 'Who really needs the world anyway? I mean, they're saying Mars is habitable now..'

Chapter 11

And who'd've guessed that yet again Katie Bell would find herself in mortal peril thanks to a certain Quidditch star?

She had to give Marcus credit. He'd made a good effort to look suitably embarrassed at being caught making out with 'the enemy' before kissing her soundly and apparating out of harm's way. Traitor.

'What were you thinking?'

'I...'

'It was a rhetorical question, you weren't thinking!'

'Oh.'

For the second time in a week Katie found herself sitting at the kitchen counter while Angelina hurled abuse and occasionally silverware at no one in particular. Alicia had appeared in the doorway shortly after their discovery, probably tipped off by the screaming and had mouthed an apology over Angie's shoulder for not getting there first. She now slunk back into the kitchen towelling off her shower dampened hair.

'Ange, do we need to go through your breathing exercises again?' she joked.

Angelina growled.

'Nope? Okay then.' She scuttled across the room to stand by Katie. There was safety in numbers, hopefully.

'He's a Slytherin Katie!' More banging as her fiery tempered friend searched the surrounding cupboards for a clean mug. Tea usually had a noticeably soothing effect and was now prescribed by the three as a general cure for freak outs, panic attacks and psychotic breakdowns.

'Was...'

'What?' She asked irritably, checking the cupboards above the sink.

'He was a Slytherin.' Katie repeated hesitantly, 'Now he's a Quidditch player.' Angie would be reasonable, she liked Quidditch players.

'For the fucking Falcons! They're like the Slytherin seniors! It's like they're all beaters, only some of them don't have bats so they just use their limbs instead!' Evidently not all Quidditch players then. 'They should have been relegated by now for the shit they're pulling...'

Katie sighed and felt Alicia slump on the stool next to hers. You knew things were bad when Angie started swearing.

'I mean, who do they think they are? Just because their stadiums practically made of Ministry money..'

The argument dragged on for the next few hours with heavy use of the words 'git', 'prick', 'bloody Slytherin' and on one occasion 'probably a Death Eater.' In the end between the two of them Katie and Alicia managed to convince Ange that who Katie dated was her own business but had to accept that their friend wouldn't be sporting a Team Flint t-shirt any time soon. Oh and she wanted to have a talk with Marcus after work tomorrow. Just fantastic.