"George, you know what this Broom Broom kit is missing?" Ciara asked her friend, "A spike to ram all those Slytherins."
Angelina laughed as George grinned, "You're good." He said, "Been paying attention in class, I see."
She snorted, "No more then you did! Incase you forgot, I got even less OWLs then you!"
George smiled, "How's old McGonagall as head anyway?"
Ciara shrugged, "Not bad. She's given me free run to prank since she made all detentions to fix a bit of the castle."
"I always did like her." The redhead nodded.
"That's only because she let us off anything when we beat Slytherin!" Angelina laughed.
"Who beat Slytherin?" They turned to see Oliver walk through the door, eyes shining at the prospect of a quidditch-based conversation.
They laughed, "No one, oh obsessive broom rider!" George said, groaning theatrically, "Are you here to steal our helper?"
Ciara rolled her eyes as Oliver said, "Yes. Unless you want to talk about tactics for the upcoming Kestrals game."
"You're both as bad as each other!" Angelina smiled as Ciara found her broom.
"Says the girl who spent her seventh year channeling Oliver's spirit." George smirked.
She shrugged, smiling, "See you guys next week." She said as Oliver took Ciara's hand and they left with a pop.
"They are so going to get together." Ciara said as they appeared in Oliver's flat.
"Sorry?" Oliver asked.
"Don't you think they're perfect for each other though?" She said thoughtfully, knowing he'd understood the statement. As she spoke, she jumped over the back of a sofa to sit on it.
"Yes, I guess they are." He mused, watching Ciara as she leafed through his notes on the upcoming game. The light coming through the window settled on her face and made her hair shine a beautiful reddish brown. Wood shook his head slightly to clear his thoughts. The girl was six years younger then he. He couldn't think about her like that.
Though another part of his brain reminded him that she wasn't 14 any more and the older she got, the less age mattered.