The light shined though the window, casting a line of luminance across Kelly's face. Her eyes popped open and she looked at the clock. 8:30. She had a half hour to get ready and be in potions. She climbed out of bed and cursed herself for staying out so late.

After talking to Hermione, she decided to talk about some Quidditch play's with Harry. She didn't get to bed until late into the night but she thought it was no big deal, she hasn't been late to any of her classes this year. At least not yet.

She got dressed, pulled her unmanageable hair into a messy bun, grabbed her books and ran for it. Amazingly, she got there right on time, thankfully avoiding a lecture from Snape and having points taken from Gryffindor. That would have put the icing on the cake.

After going to a rough Transfiguration class and Defense Against the Dark Arts, Kelly made her way to the Great Hall for lunch. She took a seat next to Ron, Harry, and Hermione and gave out a huge sigh. She piled her books on the table and started to grab food and put it on the plate, but stopped when she looked up and saw that they were staring at her with undiscribable faces.

"What?" Kelly asked with food in her mouth.

"Rough day?" Harry looked at her un-brushed hair, to her face witch was usually perfectly compiled of make-up and oddly wasn't today, back up to her hair.

"Yeah, I woke up late. Plus I had Snape first and you all know what would happen if I was late."

"Any word on Oliver?" Harry asked. He knew she would say no but he had to sound concerned. The game was today and if Kelly went their looking like she did now, she wasn't going to get much attention from anyone.

"No, and trust me, I'm at least going to put on some make-up before I go to the game."

"Thank god..." Ron muttered, but Kelly heard and was looking at him for a explanation.

"Well, see, I'm not saying your ugly or anything, this is the best you've looked all year..." Kelly rolled her eyes. Ron got the point and shut up.

"Hermione, what's wrong? You haven't said a word since I sat down."

"Nothing, big test in my next hour." Hermione looked up for once at Kelly and gave a small smile. Harry realized something. She didn't have a test next hour; he was in her next hour. Something was up.

"I guess I should leave early because, well...just look at me. I'm in serious need of a shower and make-up. I'll see you guys at the game!" Kelly called as she strode off. For as bad as she was looking, she had a small but noticeable bounce in her step. As much as she wanted it to seem like seeing Oliver for the first time in over a month didn't mean a thing, she couldn't help but be happy and perkier than usual. She was in the best mood she had been in in weeks.

"What was that all about?" Harry asked Hermione who was still looking down at her food, "You know we don't have a test in our next hour."

"What if Oliver doesn't show up?" Hermione said, finally showing her face, "What if he hasn't even gotten the letter? Kelly would be crushed."

"Hermione, it's the risk we took. Now ether he got the letter and is coming, got the letter and isn't coming or he didn't get the letter at all. We have to think positive and hope he's going to show up." Harry answered.

"So, what's the plan?" Amber gushed to Rachelle. They were sitting in the Gryffindor common room. They had skipped lunch completely and decided to go over all the little details that would make Oliver hate Kelly.

"First, we have to find him. Quidditch games attract large crowds so the only way this is going to work is by actually find him before Kelly does. Considering we did that, we talk to him. See if he really wants to get back with Kelly." Rachelle rambled on and on, describing even the silliest of details.

Kelly stepped out of the shower and heard voices coming from downstairs. Amber and Rachelle. She stopped and pressed her ear on the door, listening to their every word. She heard something about Oliver, finding him and telling him about a blind date. The pieces fit together and the light bulb went off in Kelly's head. Rachelle was planning to tell Oliver that she didn't want to see him anymore. For even more evidence, she would tell him about the blind date she went on, the blind date she was forced to go on. She had to get a hold of Oliver and fast.