Slytherin vs. Gryffindor
Oliver had had the Gryffindor team every day for practice, preparing for this day. Today was the biggest quidditch game, and it was against Slytherin.
The quaffle went back and forth between the teams for most of the game, and nobody scored. So, Harper had absolutely no action.
Lupin was perfectly aware that there might be another attempt on Harper's or Harry's life. However, nothing happened, and his rapt attention was spent for nothing. 'Poor Harper,' he thought to himself.
The sky changed from an inviting blue to a rejecting gray. Then the heavens opened up and began to release buckets of snow, just as Harry caught the snitch.
With an extremely sore butt, Harper slowly returned to the ground. With the rest of the team, she returned to the locker room.
"Hey, kid, did you have fun?" asked Oliver, laying his hand on Harper's shoulder.
"Yeah, even though nothin' happened."
"Just you wait. Umm…hey," he said, rubbing his neck, "I kinda got some tickets to Merlin's Boyz, and I was wondering if you'd go with me?"
"Sure! I'd love to, coach."
"Oliver. So, it's next Saturday in Hogsmeade. Meet you outside the common room at 6:45. 'Kay?"
"Yeah," she replied, blushing.
The quidditch game was not the only war between Slytherin and Gryffindor, however. With Snape gone, Malfoy was free to harass Harper.
"Merlin's Beard, I'll turn you into a toad!" Harper exclaimed, raising her wand.
"Now none of that," said Snape's substitute, Professor Derret, as he plucked Harper's was away. Professor Durret was a short, fat, idiotic man, much like Mr. Dursley. No neck, and a hot temper. "Both of you detention with Filch."
"But, but-----"
"NO BUTS!"