They say misery loves company, but sometimes it's the company that makes you miserable. But nothing's worse than a company that overstays their welcome. Good luck, Flint. Have fun being the hostess with the mostest. You may want to check in on your sister.

~xoxo, Gossip Witch

"Can't even enjoy a drink at a pub without this bloody witch finding out about it," Oliver mumbled, crumbling up the piece of parchment and shoved it into his pocket. He shook his head as he wrapped his coat around his shoulders before heading out of his office.

He should have known that taking a meeting with Maria Flint was going to be risky. However, after Harry and Draco's collision on the field, Marcus refused to speak to him. It felt as though Marcus was blaming him for the interaction between the two players. All Oliver could do was insist that he was just the coach; he had trained Harry on how to play the sport properly, but he couldn't control what was happening in their lives that would have led to the unfortunate situation that had transpired on the pitch.

Oliver shook his head and adjusted the collar on his jacket as he made his way up the hill from the pitch to the castle. But, first, he wanted to check in and see if Harry or Draco had woken up yet. When he checked with Madam Pomfrey, she was hopeful that they would be waking up soon. To the best of her medical recommendation, both boys were fine, but something in their bodies was keeping them asleep.

A small part of Oliver hoped Harry was awake when he got to the infirmary so he could figure out what the hell had happened. Harry was supposed to be running a routine play to capture the snitch, something he had done hundreds of times.

Marcus was familiar with most of Oliver's game plans, so Oliver was confident that Draco had been prepared for anything Harry could have thrown at him. The same people had trained the two coaches, so there was no denying their training techniques were similar, so something else must have happened to allow for both teams to end up with injured players.

Oliver kept his head down as he walked into the castle. He wanted to pop into the infirmary and pop out. The fewer people he had to talk to, the better. However, as he rounded the corner, he caught sight of Madam Hooch and knew that his plan was over.

"Wood," she called, pointing to her office. "We need to have a little chat. Do you have a moment to speak in my office?"

Reluctantly, Oliver nodded his head and made his way to her office. He stopped short when he noticed a familiar face sitting inside. With a sigh, Oliver scrubbed his hands over his face before taking a seat next to Marcus. His heart sank to his stomach as he got comfortable. The feeling reminded him of his time at Hogwarts being reprimanded for something stupid he had done in a match against Flint. The irony of the situation was not lost on him, especially since Flint was pissed at him for some unknown reason.

Madam Hooch cleared her throat as she pushed the door shut behind her and made her way around the two unhappy gentlemen sitting in her office, taking a seat at her desk. She offered a smile and watched as both of them straightened up in their chairs, giving her their undivided attention.

"Can either of you give me some insight into what happened in the match between your teams earlier this week?" She folded her hands, resting them on the desk as she offered another smile.

Oliver opened his mouth to speak but was quickly cut off by Marcus's interjection.

"Madam Hooch, you've seen my team practice, and you know the game plans I have implemented. So there was no reason for Malfoy to stray away from the game plan without some interference from Potter," Marcus said, glancing at Oliver out of the corner of his eye.

Oliver turned to face Marcus, crossing his arms over his chest. "Before you accuse my boys of playing dirty, think back to how you learned to play Quidditch and some of the same stunts you pulled. I played against you for years and had to think quickly on my broom to make sure I didn't end up in Harry's position many times."

"I never played dirty," Marcus hissed, jumping out of his chair. Oliver followed suit and squared up to Marcus. Their eyes met for a moment, filled with fire and anger. Then, after a moment, Oliver took a step back and looked Marcus up and down.

"No one is accusing either of you of playing dirty or training your team to play dirty," Madam Hooch shouted, jumping up out of her chair and making her way around the desk to stand in between them. "All I want to know is what the hell happened on that field so that we can make sure it doesn't happen again. Have either of you even bothered to check on your boys?"

"I was on my way to check in on both of them when you called me into your office," Oliver said, offering a smile to Madam Hooch. "I was hoping one of them would be awake so I could figure out what was going on."

"I've spoken with Madam Pomfrey a few times about Malfoy's condition," Marcus said, kicking his foot against the leg of his chair.

"Have you two spoken with each other since the incident?" she asked, looking between the two men.

"I've tried to reach out, but the only person in the Flint household that will have anything to do with me is Maria," Oliver replied, shrugging his shoulders.

"I have nothing to say to him," Marcus replied, rolling his eyes. "Are we done here?"

Madam Hooch nodded her head and watched as Marcus stormed out of the room. Then, she turned her attention to Oliver. "Give him some time."

"I know," Oliver replied, hanging his head. "I'm trying."

~xoxo, Gossip Witch ~

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