The boys stared, looking the chaser up and down. Oliver stuck his hand out, "I'm Oliver Wood. Captain of the Gryffindor team. Our beaters, Fred and George Weasley." Wood points to each red headed twin as he calls their name. Fred waves nervously, something that was rare for him to have. He and his brother were usually very confident. Claire chuckled.

"And Lee Jordan the announcer. Yes I know. Boys are so oblivious." She ran her hand down her pony tail flicking it in the air. "I've had classes with most of you."

"What?" Fred looked confused. Claire nodded. "Bloody hell." She rolled her jade green eyes.

"We were sorted the same year." The twins and Lee Jordan were all mind blown at the fact none of them had noticed an entire human being for five years. "Guess students really do wear the house blinders." Flint stepped forward his eyes staring the Gryffindor boys down.

"If you losers are done spying now, we have more work to do." Oliver stepped forward, inches away from Flint.

"Says the Captain who's lost two years now." He says folding his arms over his chest.

"You know last year hardly counts because they canceled." George moved closer to the captains.

"Which would never have happened if the heir of your house hadn't tried to kill my sister and loads of other students."

Flint's eyes darted to George, raising his eyebrow. Claire groaned.

"Are you boys going to have a pissing contest all day or can we get back to practice?" Marcus Flint stepped back in line with his team, raising his eyebrows.

"See you on the field." The boys watched as green robes soared into the sky one after the other.

"Well she's feisty." Fred said, breaking the silence.

"And she's bloody good. We've got work to do guys. Lets go." Oliver turned on his heels and left the pitch.

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Fred and George sat in Charms class, both propping their heads up on their elbow. They were both exhausted. Wood added extra practice to the team he was determined for Slytherin to go down. "These extra practices are killing me." Fred slammed his Charms book shut and shoved it in his bag, as Flitwick dismissed the class.

"At this rate we won't even be able to play in the first game next week. We'll die from the practices alone." George slung his bag over his shoulder.

Fred was staring at the other side of the classroom, Claire was clutching a book to her chest. He had been thinking back to the night they were sorted, racking his brain trying to remember her. So far, he was having no luck. She turned on her heels, her black hair moving with her and left the classroom with a few other Slytherin girls.

"Earth to Freddy. Man this chick is driving you mental." The twins both exited the classroom.

"I'm just curious about her is all." George glared at Fred.

"She's a Slytherin. Tells you everything you need to know."

"What?! Don't we have anyone else?" Claire was standing in front of Flint, she was yelling.

"I wonder what that's about." Fred tapped his brother's arm and nodded in the pair's direction. George shrugged.

"Go find out?"

"Right." He nodded and sprinted towards the chaser. She groaned as Flint parted ways with her. "Hey. Um you okay?" Fred ran his fingers through his hair.

"Why do you care?" She snapped.

"Well, when Flint was over here you were yelling. I can just leave you alone if you want." He turned on his heels, his back to her.

"Wait. No. I'm sorry." She closed her eyes for a moment before opening them again. "Are you Fred or George? You guys are hard to tell apart just yet." He turned back to face her.

"Tell me about it. Even our own mother can't tell us apart. I'm Fred though." Fred held his hand in front of her to walk. She took a few steps before turning to glance at Fred.

"Well, first off. Malfoy is an idiot."

"That's news?" He smiled softly.

"Besides the point. Malfoy got injured during Care of Magical Creatures. Something about insulting an animal and it attacked him? I don't know. Either way, we now don't have a seeker." Fred was starting to figure out where she was going with this.

"So now you guys can't play in next week's game? Which was against us, you know."

"Yes I know. First game of the season and we don't even get to play because Malfoy can't behave." She ran her fingers through her hair.

"Are you really all that surprised that he is the one who keeps you from playing?"

"Honestly, no. But I might strangle him with my bare hands at this point." Her cheeks turned a crimson the more angry she got. He watched her stained lips move as she spoke.

"I wonder who we are going to be playing now." Fred cocked his head to the side.

"Flint said Snape is talking to McGonagall about it this afternoon. Guess I'll have to wait for the satisfaction of smoking you guys."

"Someone's cocky. Maybe I'll still see you there." A group of Slytherin's began to approach the pair. "And that's my cue to leave. See ya." Claire turned to say something but the redhead had already disappeared.

"Weasley really? You should learn to keep better company." She rolled her eyes.

"Shut up Miles. Talk to Flint?" She asked as she joined her house.

"No. Should I?"

She nodded. "You're not going to be happy."

Claire walked to the Great Hall where she sat a potions book open in front of her. Her eyes however were somewhere else.

"Does it hurt Draco?" Claire starred as Pansy rubbed Malfoy's arm. He was milking the attention from everyone, as if the girls weren't already drooling over him every day.

She rolled her eyes, catching a glimpse of the twins books and parchment scattered in front of them. She had wondered why Fred stopped her in the hall, I mean he had never paid attention to her before even though she sat right in front of him for two years.

"He's been sighted!" Seamus came running down the aisles, his Irish accent echoing through the hall waving a copy of the Daily Prophet around in the air. He slammed it down on the table in front to Harry and the rest of the Gryffindors. Claire listened closely.

"That's not very far from here you know." Hermione Granger spoke nervously. "Maybe they will catch him. I mean, surely he wouldn't come here." Whispers floated around the Great Hall.

"Catching Black is like trying to catch smoke with your bare hands."

The rest of the week felt like forever. The twins were pumped for the first quidditch game of the season. Claire on the other hand, was still seething about Malfoy's idiocy that was keeping her from playing.

Thunder clapped, and rain was pouring from the sky. Rain hit Claire's face as she climbed the stairs to the Slytherin stands. Fred was spinning his beaters bat around in their changing room.

"We still have a game to win. We can handle a little rain and wind." Lightening cracked as Wood started his pre-game speech.

"You mean a downpour." Fred stated as he flipped his bat in the air catching it.

"We got this no matter what. Let's go." The team walked to the opening of the pitch and mounted their brooms.

"Lead by captain Oliver Wood, the Gryffindor team!" Lee Jordans excited voice boomed over the speaker as he announced the teams. The sky was soon filled with the red and gold robes as the team circled the stands. Claire watched them ride the air.

"Facing off with the Gryffindor's, lead by captain Cedric Diggory. The Hufflepuff team!" Their bright yellow robes stuck out against the gray sky. "The quaffle is up, and the game begins!"

Alicia Spinnet from the Gryffindor team dives first catching the quaffle, heading for the goal. Cheers roar from the Gryffindor stands. Claire watched the Gryffindor team closely. They were her rival, she needed to know how they played to beat them.

Alicia makes a pass to Katie Bell, dodging a bludger coming her way. Fred dives, swinging and sending the bludger towards the sky. As the game picked up, Claire's eyes went from watching the Gryffindor team as a whole to latching onto Fred. She had to admit he and his brother worked well together as a team. Angelina Johnson launches the quaffle towards the hoop, it sailed perfectly through the middle.

"Another 10 points to Gryffindor!"

Conditions of this game only worsened the longer they played. Lighting cracks, catching the end of Katie Bell's broom catching it on fire. She screams as she falls from the sky, gasps echoing from the stands.

"Harry!" Oliver yells from in front of the hoops. "Find that snitch!"

Gryffindor was 50 points ahead, but it was still anyone's game. Claire still hated that it wasn't her out there playing, but with Malfoy's injury and these playing conditions she knew they most likely wouldn't have stood a chance.

Red and yellow robes picked up speed, Harry and Cedric taking off outside of the pitch disappearing in the clouds. The snitch had been sighted. Zacharias, chaser for Hufflepuff, had possession of the quaffle. He hurled it towards the goal, but Oliver was faster catching it and passing it to Angelina.

Almost as quickly as Cedric disappeared, he reappeared. Harry was still nowhere to be seen. Fred and George lapped the pitch, deflecting what they could see.

"What's that falling from the sky?" Lee announces. Facility and students stand. "It's Harry!" Dumbledore holds his hand out, an incantation coming from his lips to slow Harry's fall.

"Diggory has caught the snitch! Hufflepuff wins!"