As soon as The Serenade Sisters got to lunch, they were greeted in a sour mood.
"Quidditch practice." Angelina said roughly. "Tonight."
"Get your head out of Quidditch for a moment, cant we enjoy our lunch in peace?" Fred laughed.
"Fine," Angelina smirked, "Then I guess you'll have to meet an hour earlier because of that Mr. Weasley."
The whole Quidditch team groaned.
"What time then, Angelina?" Cameron asked.
"4:30 p.m., and I expect all of you to be there." Angelina said noticing George who was talking to Fred as she spoke. "WEASLEY!"
"What?" George and Fred said in unison and if they had been any louder, you would not have heard Ron, sitting a couple of seats away say the same.
"Pay attention!" Angelina shot a deadly stare at Fred.
"4:30, guys, today." Cameron repeated.
"Alright, alright." George smiled at Cameron.
"I'm done, does anyone want to take a stroll with me?" Cameron stood up.
"I'll go." George hopped up. "See you guys at 4:30."
"So," George said as they strode across the half-full corridor. "What kind of broomstick are you using?"
"My Firebolt." Cameron smiled and looked at a pair of Ravenclaw girls slip a love note into a boy's knapsack.
"Wow, are you going to use it in the next match?" George asked in amazement.
"No. I plan on riding a Cleansweep 5." Cameron said sarcastically.
"Very funny." George smirked.
"Ask a stupid question..." Cameron held her hands behind her back.
They continued walking until they were walking around on the lawn. It was covered in a white blanket of snow. The sun was barley visible and all was well.
"I hope it stays like this through practice." George commented on the weather.
"Yeah." Cameron kicked a clump of snow out of her way.
"Have you gotten all your Christmas present shopping done?" George stopped and turned to look at Cameron.
"Maybe." She looked up at George.
"Well, I have." They resumed walking.
"What do you mean, Ginger root? I thought it was powdered Ginger root." George asked.
"Nope, regular Ginger root." Cameron suddenly stopped. "What...time is it?"
"Uh-oh." George panicked. "Angelina is going to kill us! It's 5:00!"
"We've been out here that long?" Cameron frowned. "Lets go then." They ran off to the Quidditch pitch and in to dress.
"Where have you been?" Angelina yelled from near the 50-foot hoops.
"Sorry!" Cameron swung her leg over her Firebolt and sped up to meet her. George followed closely.
"Probably off snogging." Fred muttered but George shot him a dark look so he flew off to go talk to Harry.
"You two have to stay an extra thirty minutes to make up for the time you lost." Angelina said.
"That's fine with me." George said, grabbing Cameron around her waist.
"Ahh!" Cameron screamed.
"To practice." Angelina said in an annoyed tone.
"Sure." George said.
"Alright!" Angelina yelled as she let the balls that flew out of the mahogany chest.
George let go of Cameron to follow a bludger that was trailing Harry. Cameron took her place in front of the goal hoops and watched Alicia grab the Quaffle out of the air.
Alicia flew with all her might and suddenly crashed into Cameron instead of throwing the Quaffle into one of the hoops. Cameron hit the middle goal posts hard and clutched onto her broom as she sped down to the grass below.
"Ow, ow, ow." She clutched her ankle as George immediately flew down to her aid.
"Are you alright?" He bent down on his knee and examined her ankle. He heard some soft chuckling coming from behind him. He looked back and saw a hooded figure run away at the sight of him.
"Who was that?" Cameron asked, "Is Alicia alright? He must have used a curse to make Alicia ram into me. OW!" Cameron had gotten up to try and walk but had fallen the moment she stood.
"It's alright, we better get you to Madam Pomfrey." George put his left arm under her knees and right arm around her upper back to scoop her up.
"Thank you so much." Cameron blushed.
"No problem-"
"What are you doing?" Angelina, Harry, and Ginny appeared at their side.
"Someone cursed Alicia into running into me with a lot of force and I hit one of the hoops. He was here a moment ago and no he is gone." Cameron said.
"Where is Alicia?" Angelina asked.
"I think Fred is helping her up." George said.
"Your ankle looks like it might be broken." Harry studied her bright purple ankle and put his hand on it.
"Ow!" Cameron clenched her fist at the pain.
"Yep." Harry said.
"Lets get you to the Hospital wing." George started walking and everyone followed. Fred and Angelina helped Alicia walk as she was held her arm in pain.
George lowered Cameron onto a free bed and stepped back.
"Oh my dears! What's happened?" Madam Pomfrey put her hand to her lips.
"We think her ankle is broken and her arm is hurt as well." Angelina half-smiled at the worried look on Madam Pomfrey's face as if someone was awaiting his or her deathbed.
"Well," Madam Pomfrey tutted, "Her ankle is definitely broken and her arm has a deep bone fracture."
"Great." Cameron groaned.
"I am afraid you two have to stay the night, you are excused from any classes and practices, meals will be brought over until your bones are mended." Madam Pomfrey said to the team's dismay. "Only two of you may stay."
"I'll stay." Ginny said to the team.
"Me too." George said. The rest of the team said good night and went to the Gryffindor common room.
"That's fine, as long as they get their rest. I'll be back in twenty minutes." Madam Pomfrey bustled out.
"You don't have to stay, really." Cameron insisted.
"Don't be stupid. You need someone to talk to."
"True." Cameron looked at her ankle and back at George. "Draw the curtains."
"Sure." George leaped up and pulled the curtains around her bed.
"Who cursed Alicia?" Cameron asked seriously.
"I don't know, he kept his hood up, but he was wearing a Gryffindor cloak." George sat on her bed.
"A Gryffindor cloak?" Cameron raised her eyebrows. "No way, couldn't have been."
"I'm telling you. I saw the Gryffindor patch on the cloak." George insisted.
"Who could it have been then?" Cameron lay back onto her pillow. "Maybe...Maybe it was someone from another house. Someone who stole a Gryffindor cloak."
"What?" George asked.
"You know, someone who didn't want us to practice. Someone who...is from another house team." Cameron bit her lip.
"But why would anyone want to seriously injure you?" George asked.
"I don't know. I really don't." Cameron sat up quickly. "Hey listen, could you do me a favor?"
"Anything." George said.
"Go to the Gryffindor common room, tell Angelina and everyone to resume practice." Cameron said.
"Why? We need you two." George commented.
"Whoever cast that spell on Alicia obviously wanted us to give up practicing. Tonight around the castle announce loud and clear that you are having practice now and tomorrow morning. Keep very close watch on the field and have one friend sit in each stand to keep guard." Cameron smirked.
"Then they would come back because they didn't want us in the air in the first place. Brilliant!" George laughed.
"Alright, get Ginny and go to the common room. It will work. Trust me." Cameron said.
"Great idea Cameron, really." George playfully smiled and walked away.
"Such a sweetheart." Cameron said to her self and pulled her sheets up. Madam Pomfrey came in with a Bone Mending substance and gave it to Cameron. She gasped at the pain and turned on her side as Madam Pomfrey bustled back out. Cameron closed her eyes and fell asleep.
The next morning was a nuisance trying to get up out of bed. She found that her ankle was wrapped up in a tan material.
"Feeling better?" Madam Pomfrey walked towards her.
"No." Cameron said under her breath.
"What's that dear?" She asked.
"Fine, fine." Cameron lied.
"You may go now if you are able to." Madam Pomfrey suggested.
"I think I will." Cameron got up and limped out of the hospital wing.
She limped and limped until she finally reached the Gryffindor common room. George was sitting down next to his brother on a red sofa and Alicia was standing next to Angelina. When she walked in, she found a bunch of people staring at her as if they'd seen a ghost.
"Cameron, are you alright?" George got up and put his arm around her shoulders.
"Did you catch the person?" Cameron ignored the question.
"Yes." George replied. "It was Ronald Green from Slytherin house. He was forced to do it for a 'club anitiation' thing."
"What happened to him?" Cameron asked.
"He and his club members were given detention and the club was closed." George said. "And, there was 50 points taken from Slytherin."
"Hey so my injury helped someone." Cameron smiled.
"I guess it did." George helped her over to the seat he was sitting on before.
"Hey Cameron, you all right?" Fred asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine." She answered and then turned back to George. "Was McGonagall upset?"
"Extremely, she went into rage and started lecturing about how you could have been killed in front of everyone at the Great Hall for dinner." George said.
"That explains the stares." Cameron said darkly.
"Are you alright? You haven't been your peppy self lately." George asked.
"I know." Cameron admitted. "I haven't been getting much sleep and I am in pain."
"Come on, lets get you up to your room." George helped her up.
"What about breakfast?" Cameron pouted.
"Breakfast was an hour ago." George smiled. "Go on up, I'll meet you in ten minutes."
"Oh, ok." Cameron staggered up the stairs.
She got into her dormitory and was greeted by Karen and Lorelei, two of the girls in that dormitory.
"Are you okay?" Karen asked.
"Fine, fine." Cameron said.
"Were going down to the common room, if you need us." Lorelei said sympathetically.
"Guys, I am not dying! I am fine! Really." Cameron insisted.
"Alright." Karen said unconvinced. They walked out and Cameron plopped down on her bed. Five minutes later, there was a knock on her door.
"I told you, I'm fine-" It was George. "Oh, sorry George."
"Here you are." George brought in a platter of toast, jam, danish pastries, and a goblet of orange juice.
"You are too sweet." Cameron started eating.
"What are friends for?" George sat on her bed. Cameron smiled at him and took a bite of toast.
"Quidditch practice." Angelina said roughly. "Tonight."
"Get your head out of Quidditch for a moment, cant we enjoy our lunch in peace?" Fred laughed.
"Fine," Angelina smirked, "Then I guess you'll have to meet an hour earlier because of that Mr. Weasley."
The whole Quidditch team groaned.
"What time then, Angelina?" Cameron asked.
"4:30 p.m., and I expect all of you to be there." Angelina said noticing George who was talking to Fred as she spoke. "WEASLEY!"
"What?" George and Fred said in unison and if they had been any louder, you would not have heard Ron, sitting a couple of seats away say the same.
"Pay attention!" Angelina shot a deadly stare at Fred.
"4:30, guys, today." Cameron repeated.
"Alright, alright." George smiled at Cameron.
"I'm done, does anyone want to take a stroll with me?" Cameron stood up.
"I'll go." George hopped up. "See you guys at 4:30."
"So," George said as they strode across the half-full corridor. "What kind of broomstick are you using?"
"My Firebolt." Cameron smiled and looked at a pair of Ravenclaw girls slip a love note into a boy's knapsack.
"Wow, are you going to use it in the next match?" George asked in amazement.
"No. I plan on riding a Cleansweep 5." Cameron said sarcastically.
"Very funny." George smirked.
"Ask a stupid question..." Cameron held her hands behind her back.
They continued walking until they were walking around on the lawn. It was covered in a white blanket of snow. The sun was barley visible and all was well.
"I hope it stays like this through practice." George commented on the weather.
"Yeah." Cameron kicked a clump of snow out of her way.
"Have you gotten all your Christmas present shopping done?" George stopped and turned to look at Cameron.
"Maybe." She looked up at George.
"Well, I have." They resumed walking.
"What do you mean, Ginger root? I thought it was powdered Ginger root." George asked.
"Nope, regular Ginger root." Cameron suddenly stopped. "What...time is it?"
"Uh-oh." George panicked. "Angelina is going to kill us! It's 5:00!"
"We've been out here that long?" Cameron frowned. "Lets go then." They ran off to the Quidditch pitch and in to dress.
"Where have you been?" Angelina yelled from near the 50-foot hoops.
"Sorry!" Cameron swung her leg over her Firebolt and sped up to meet her. George followed closely.
"Probably off snogging." Fred muttered but George shot him a dark look so he flew off to go talk to Harry.
"You two have to stay an extra thirty minutes to make up for the time you lost." Angelina said.
"That's fine with me." George said, grabbing Cameron around her waist.
"Ahh!" Cameron screamed.
"To practice." Angelina said in an annoyed tone.
"Sure." George said.
"Alright!" Angelina yelled as she let the balls that flew out of the mahogany chest.
George let go of Cameron to follow a bludger that was trailing Harry. Cameron took her place in front of the goal hoops and watched Alicia grab the Quaffle out of the air.
Alicia flew with all her might and suddenly crashed into Cameron instead of throwing the Quaffle into one of the hoops. Cameron hit the middle goal posts hard and clutched onto her broom as she sped down to the grass below.
"Ow, ow, ow." She clutched her ankle as George immediately flew down to her aid.
"Are you alright?" He bent down on his knee and examined her ankle. He heard some soft chuckling coming from behind him. He looked back and saw a hooded figure run away at the sight of him.
"Who was that?" Cameron asked, "Is Alicia alright? He must have used a curse to make Alicia ram into me. OW!" Cameron had gotten up to try and walk but had fallen the moment she stood.
"It's alright, we better get you to Madam Pomfrey." George put his left arm under her knees and right arm around her upper back to scoop her up.
"Thank you so much." Cameron blushed.
"No problem-"
"What are you doing?" Angelina, Harry, and Ginny appeared at their side.
"Someone cursed Alicia into running into me with a lot of force and I hit one of the hoops. He was here a moment ago and no he is gone." Cameron said.
"Where is Alicia?" Angelina asked.
"I think Fred is helping her up." George said.
"Your ankle looks like it might be broken." Harry studied her bright purple ankle and put his hand on it.
"Ow!" Cameron clenched her fist at the pain.
"Yep." Harry said.
"Lets get you to the Hospital wing." George started walking and everyone followed. Fred and Angelina helped Alicia walk as she was held her arm in pain.
George lowered Cameron onto a free bed and stepped back.
"Oh my dears! What's happened?" Madam Pomfrey put her hand to her lips.
"We think her ankle is broken and her arm is hurt as well." Angelina half-smiled at the worried look on Madam Pomfrey's face as if someone was awaiting his or her deathbed.
"Well," Madam Pomfrey tutted, "Her ankle is definitely broken and her arm has a deep bone fracture."
"Great." Cameron groaned.
"I am afraid you two have to stay the night, you are excused from any classes and practices, meals will be brought over until your bones are mended." Madam Pomfrey said to the team's dismay. "Only two of you may stay."
"I'll stay." Ginny said to the team.
"Me too." George said. The rest of the team said good night and went to the Gryffindor common room.
"That's fine, as long as they get their rest. I'll be back in twenty minutes." Madam Pomfrey bustled out.
"You don't have to stay, really." Cameron insisted.
"Don't be stupid. You need someone to talk to."
"True." Cameron looked at her ankle and back at George. "Draw the curtains."
"Sure." George leaped up and pulled the curtains around her bed.
"Who cursed Alicia?" Cameron asked seriously.
"I don't know, he kept his hood up, but he was wearing a Gryffindor cloak." George sat on her bed.
"A Gryffindor cloak?" Cameron raised her eyebrows. "No way, couldn't have been."
"I'm telling you. I saw the Gryffindor patch on the cloak." George insisted.
"Who could it have been then?" Cameron lay back onto her pillow. "Maybe...Maybe it was someone from another house. Someone who stole a Gryffindor cloak."
"What?" George asked.
"You know, someone who didn't want us to practice. Someone who...is from another house team." Cameron bit her lip.
"But why would anyone want to seriously injure you?" George asked.
"I don't know. I really don't." Cameron sat up quickly. "Hey listen, could you do me a favor?"
"Anything." George said.
"Go to the Gryffindor common room, tell Angelina and everyone to resume practice." Cameron said.
"Why? We need you two." George commented.
"Whoever cast that spell on Alicia obviously wanted us to give up practicing. Tonight around the castle announce loud and clear that you are having practice now and tomorrow morning. Keep very close watch on the field and have one friend sit in each stand to keep guard." Cameron smirked.
"Then they would come back because they didn't want us in the air in the first place. Brilliant!" George laughed.
"Alright, get Ginny and go to the common room. It will work. Trust me." Cameron said.
"Great idea Cameron, really." George playfully smiled and walked away.
"Such a sweetheart." Cameron said to her self and pulled her sheets up. Madam Pomfrey came in with a Bone Mending substance and gave it to Cameron. She gasped at the pain and turned on her side as Madam Pomfrey bustled back out. Cameron closed her eyes and fell asleep.
The next morning was a nuisance trying to get up out of bed. She found that her ankle was wrapped up in a tan material.
"Feeling better?" Madam Pomfrey walked towards her.
"No." Cameron said under her breath.
"What's that dear?" She asked.
"Fine, fine." Cameron lied.
"You may go now if you are able to." Madam Pomfrey suggested.
"I think I will." Cameron got up and limped out of the hospital wing.
She limped and limped until she finally reached the Gryffindor common room. George was sitting down next to his brother on a red sofa and Alicia was standing next to Angelina. When she walked in, she found a bunch of people staring at her as if they'd seen a ghost.
"Cameron, are you alright?" George got up and put his arm around her shoulders.
"Did you catch the person?" Cameron ignored the question.
"Yes." George replied. "It was Ronald Green from Slytherin house. He was forced to do it for a 'club anitiation' thing."
"What happened to him?" Cameron asked.
"He and his club members were given detention and the club was closed." George said. "And, there was 50 points taken from Slytherin."
"Hey so my injury helped someone." Cameron smiled.
"I guess it did." George helped her over to the seat he was sitting on before.
"Hey Cameron, you all right?" Fred asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine." She answered and then turned back to George. "Was McGonagall upset?"
"Extremely, she went into rage and started lecturing about how you could have been killed in front of everyone at the Great Hall for dinner." George said.
"That explains the stares." Cameron said darkly.
"Are you alright? You haven't been your peppy self lately." George asked.
"I know." Cameron admitted. "I haven't been getting much sleep and I am in pain."
"Come on, lets get you up to your room." George helped her up.
"What about breakfast?" Cameron pouted.
"Breakfast was an hour ago." George smiled. "Go on up, I'll meet you in ten minutes."
"Oh, ok." Cameron staggered up the stairs.
She got into her dormitory and was greeted by Karen and Lorelei, two of the girls in that dormitory.
"Are you okay?" Karen asked.
"Fine, fine." Cameron said.
"Were going down to the common room, if you need us." Lorelei said sympathetically.
"Guys, I am not dying! I am fine! Really." Cameron insisted.
"Alright." Karen said unconvinced. They walked out and Cameron plopped down on her bed. Five minutes later, there was a knock on her door.
"I told you, I'm fine-" It was George. "Oh, sorry George."
"Here you are." George brought in a platter of toast, jam, danish pastries, and a goblet of orange juice.
"You are too sweet." Cameron started eating.
"What are friends for?" George sat on her bed. Cameron smiled at him and took a bite of toast.