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'Kates' is something that Angelina calls me. She's my little 'Quidditch sister'. She, George and Fred are all fifth years. Well, she's not that little. She's only about an inch or two shorter than I am. Fred and George tower over me. I think we get along really well because I am so immature with them. Alicia is my roommate, and one of my best friends.

I don't really know Harry all that well. He's such a cute little guy! He seems shy to me. But he can really freak at that pratty Malfoy. Those confrontations are always fun to watch. I never really talk with him, though. He's always with Ron (Fred and George's main prank target) and Hermione Granger. Solving mysteries or something. I also know that, like Oliver, he should have been born on a broomstick. If he doesn't catch the snitch when we play Slytherin, his head will roll.

I get along really well with the team, except Oliver of course. I can't believe he called me 'Kates.' I don't walk around calling him "Ollie." Still when he said it, it was rather entertaining. With that Scottish accent, you know? I always liked the way he says "Quaffle," or "hoops" he says it like "hughps."

The only people that call him "Ollie" are Alisa. He calls her "Lissy." Cute, but vomit inducing at the same time.

Kates... Well, maybe he forgot my name, or something. Good of him, that is.

I didn´t loose sleep about it, though. Next morning, Alicia and I walked to Transfiguration. I always liked this class. Probably because Ole McGonagall, supported Quidditch so much. She loved making small talk with the three of us about tactics. Yeah, the three of us. Oliver is in that class, too.

Today we were Transfiguring dining tables into wardrobes. If there was any class I liked as much as Charms, it was this class. I turned my table into a beautiful cherry finished, red wood wardrobe. I asked McGonagall if I could keep it. She said no.

When Oliver Transfigured his table, it still had legs sticking out the back of the wardrobe. That really got me, I could have sworn he was perfect.

Alicia and I exchanged surprised glances. I might have been giggling, because he looked up at us all flustered.

Maybe I would go easy on him today in practice. After all, he just realized that he wasn´t perfect. Maybe I wont. Wow, I am such a bitch!

When class was over, I walked with Alicia and Percy into the Great Hall for lunch. Of course, Percy rushed off. (Important Head Boy business, you know.) Percy is really as gas. He's always telling us of all his duties... Well, if it makes him happy, then that's all well and good.

As we turned into the Great Hall, Marcus Flint came up behind me and said "Looking good, Belle!" Oi, he really gives me the heeby-geebies. Last year, I went on a date with him (out on a bet with Alicia!). He is such a slime- ball. He was very clearly only interested in the physical aspect of it.

"More than I can say for you!" was my response.

"OOooh, fiesty. I like that in a girl..." he sneered.

"Oh, sod off, you git!" I said to him.

"Don't mind if I do..." he said and passed me with a little nudge. Oh, please, can I cast off now? Then I heard him say "What're you looking at?" as he was walking.

Oliver Wood, was standing about five feet away snickering to himself. He was watching Marcus's and my exchange of...words. He looked at me and shrugged.

I sighed and walked into the Great Hall. Suddenly, I wasn't hungry anymore. When someone like Marcus Flint makes a pass at you....you'd want the food out, rather than in. I'm glad someone thinks Marcus's 'thing' for me, or whatever it is, is funny.

I sat on George's lap for a minute, fooling around, giving him a noogie. Then "Ollie" came and ruined my fun. He's always doing that.

"Alright guys..."he started.

"AArgh...." was the response from me, Alicia, George and Fred. I rolled my eyes and reluctantly slid off George's lap and sat between my Weasley buddies. I always gave Wood the most trouble.

But, he grinned at my reluctance. "Practice isn't mandatory tonight. I'll give you guys a break."

My eyebrows rose. I can't believe this. We need the practice! It's our last year to get the Quidditch Cup and he's not holding practice. This is why I don't like Oliver. He's so weird. I knew that noone would show up to a practice that Oliver didn't care about.

The twins and Alicia were all ecstatic. He was happy they were happy, cause he accepted claps on the back freely. He looked at me all pity-ish. I must have looked at him like I was angry. Well, I was.

During Charms, I got a blow to the head because my partner, Alicia, was slipped a fake Weasley wand. So great Flitwick sent me on my way to the hospital wing.

I heard giggling. Alisa's unmistakable giggling, to be exact. I turned the corner and saw her with a Ravenclaw boy. Actually I wasn't really surprised. I felt bad that Oliver was living in his perfect little word while his "perfect" girlfriend is cheating on him. Maybe he wasn't perfect enough for her. The word perfect shouldn't exist.

I snuck by them without being seen. Not that she would care at all.

I was thinking about what I had just seen while Madame Pomfrey took care of my head. Poor Oliver. I did really feel sorry for the poor guy. He's gonna be a wreck.

Maybe he's not as perfect as I thought. That actually made me feel better though. I hate perfect.

I didn't see Oliver at dinner. Not that I was looking for him of course. I didn't see Alisa either. I got this foreboding feeling in my stomach. I don't really know why. She must be dumping him...

But then I saw Oliver walk in, all jovial. I guess she didn't after all. Maybe she's still leading him on. I disliked Alisa even more. I hate users and players.

I went up to my dorm and got ready for practice, and Alicia was telling me how crazy I was to go to a practice when no one would be there. I love flying. If I could fly all the time, I would. I explained that I needed to get my mind off of some things.

I walked past my Weasley boys, who were playing exploding snap and asked them if they wanted to come. They said no. Way to show love to the sport, guys, really.

When I got to the pitch, no one was there of course. Not even Oliver. I didn't want to think of what he was doing with that cheating dolt, Alisa. Poor him, maybe perfection isn't everything. Serves him right, though, he needs to come back to earth. Lovely earth.

After flying for a while, I took a quaffle out with me. I kept scoring on an empty hoop. This was no fun. No one was guarding me!

Then suddenly, a flash of scarlet on a broomstick blocked my shot.

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