Natasha had gotten the job at the Daily Prophet. She had been working at the prophet since February it was now April. She had done one assignment so far.
"Butler, how do you feel about Quidditch?"
"I'm not obsessed but I can definitely hold a conversation."
Her boss nodded. "Your assignment is to interview Puddlemere United."
"I can handle that."
He nodded again and walked away. She went back home. Her mum was cooking dinner.
"So, what are we having for dinner?" she said peeking over her mum's shoulder.
"Shepherd's Pie and Treacle Tart," she replied.
She licked her lips. She always loved her mum's treacle tart. She could never get it right when she made it.
"Want to help make the treacle tart?" MaryAnne asked noticing the look in her daughter's hazel eyes.
She nodded enthusiastically as she began instructing her.
"So, do you have any new assignments for the paper?"
"I have to interview Puddlemere United in a few days."
"Puddlemere United is a Quidditch team, isn't it?" MaryAnne asked she wasn't the best with sports magical or muggle.
"It is."
MaryAnne nodded. Silas walked in and greeted his wife with a kiss on the cheek.
"How long have you been home, Ashby," he asked calling his daughter by her childhood nickname.
"About 20 minutes or so, dad."
He nodded. "How long until dinner is ready?"
"About 30 minutes," MaryAnne told her husband.
Silas nodded as Milo walked in. He greeted his mum and sister.
About 20 minutes later, Silas set the table. Natasha poured the drinks and MaryAnne served the food.
"So, what's your new assignment?" Silas asked his daughter as he handed the dish to her.
"I have to interview Puddlemere United," she replied.
They finished dinner.
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It was a couple days later, Natasha was at the stadium for the Quidditch match. She made her way to the press box and sat down.
"Butler?"
She turned to see Oliver and she couldn't stop her heart from skipping a beat.
"Wood, what are you doing here? I'm only interviewing the non-reserve team. Are you still on the reserve team?"
He frowned. "Sadly I am, but that means you can have me to yourself."
"Who says I want you all to myself, Wood?"
His brown eyes twinkled mischievously and if she wasn't still grieving and trying to be professional, especially the latter. She would've thrown herself at him and snogged him.
"It can be off the record."
She looked at him. He looked so handsome in his Quidditch uniform. They stood looking at each other Oliver still had that annoying smirk on his face.
"So, how long have you been back?" he asked
Before she could respond to his question, the team walked up to the press box for their interview.
"You're a new reporter," the manager said.
"But I assure you, I'm experienced I worked at the Prophet for two years then I worked at 'The New York Ghost'."
The manager nodded. He introduced the team and she started the interview though her mind would wander ever so often since Oliver was still standing in the corner.
"Thanks for the interview."
"No problem."
The chaser and captain asked boldly. "Why don't you join us for some drinks?"
"I'm not sure my husband would like that," she fibbed.
He deflated. "He's a lucky guy."
The rest of the team left.
"I wondered where Aaron was, is he around here somewhere?" Oliver asked.
She spat. "I could care less where that massive git is."
He looked at her surprised. "So, your relationship is over?"
"It is."
He frowned. "I'm sorry."
"Thanks."
He smiled at her. "Do you want to grab a bite? As friends?"
"You don't waste a minute, do you?" she giggled.
He blushed. "What can I say, Us former Gryffindors are impatient."
"That's for sure," she teased. "Actually, I should get home Milo and my parents are probably curious where I'm at."
"Alright, maybe I'll see you later."
"You'll definitely see me later."
They went their separate ways. Oliver rushed to Percy's.
"What's going on?"
"Natasha's back!" he announced happily walking in Percy's house.
"What she's back?"
Oliver grinned. "Yes, I saw her at the Quidditch match she interviewed the team."
"So, she's a sports reporter for The Prophet?"
"Yes."
"What happened to the guy she was with before?" Percy asked confused.
"That's the best part. I mean for me not her. The relationship is over."
He frowned. "Just like your relationship."
"True but I think this reason was a lot worse than me choosing Quidditch over her."
Percy nodded.
"I still need to apologize to her for that. Do you think I should tell her brother about our first relationship?"
"It's the right thing to do."
Oliver nodded in agreement.