"Come on people! Move, move! Harry start trying to find that Snitch! Don't pay attention to the Weasleys' going ons! Liz! Nice goal!" I gave him a sweet smile.
"Thanks! It was nothing really…" I said trying to be modest.
"Okay everyone off your brooms. Fred, stop trying to flirt with the girls. Now everyone listen up." Oliver started giving off one of his famous pep talks. "We have our first match with Ravenclaw next week on Friday right before we leave for Hogsmeade the next day. Ravenclaw supposedly have an amazingly good new Keeper, but I don't trust that remark after their "amazingly good" Seeker from last year… But anyway, next week we have to practice really hard so we beat them. Remember… WE WANT THAT CUP! You can go now. Remember that we have practice on Tuesday!" Everyone began to leave and I started getting my things ready. Oliver started to go to the equipment room, but he turned around again.
"Liz, you are doing very well. You are an excellent addition to the team. He gave me a pat on the back and he gathered the equipment.
"Hey, do you want me to help you with that?" I said gesturing to the equipment. "Oh, er, sure." He gave a sheepish smile and I picked up the bags. We put the stuff away and we headed up to the Gryffindor common room. We had a wonderful talk on the way up about some of the professional Quidditch teams and their rankings and such.
"Hey, listen.." Oliver said stopping a few feet away from the portrait of the Fat Lady. "Do you want to go to the Three Broomsticks with me next week at Hogsmeade?" He said with a little stutter in his voice.
"Oh my gosh I would love to!" I gasped out. "Oh er Sugar Quill." I said to the Fat Lady and we walked in.
"Bye then." I said as he headed up to the Boys' Dormitory. I found my friends pouring over the latest issue of Teen Witch magazine. I told them about everything that happened.
"What did I tell you?" Jacqueline said with a huge smile on her face. "I told you he likes you." She swept her auburn hair behind her ear and began reading the magazine again.
"You know, it was a long practice. I'm going to bed early tonight. 'Night." I said in between yawns. I got under the covers and once again fell asleep instantly. All night, I saw little Oliver's dancing through my head. I longed to dance with him. Indeed, later throughout my dreams I did. I so wished it was real. Then my chance to dance with him later came the next day.