"On October 31st, which for those who don't know, is Halloween and we will have a dance for 5th year and up. The other grades will have one later this year. So start getting a date!" Dumbledore sat down that Monday.
"That's in a month and a half! I need new dress robes! Let's order some from McWand's tonight!" Laura said. "But I probably won't need them since I won't have a date
"Hello! What about that 6th year boy you were prancing about with?" Jacqueline said laughing. Laura blushed. "You have a date for sure Liz."
"Yeah I guess I do. If that's why Oliver wants to meet me at Hogsmeade…" I wondered if it was.
"Well if it is, then before you know, you will be calling him Olly!" We all laughed at that. It lightened my nervousness about the meeting on Saturday.
After a long day of classes, we sat in the common room looking through McWand's catalog. I couldn't decide between a plain pink one and a black one with a pink bow. So I took a chance and asked Oliver.
"Well if you were going with me, I would like you better in the plain pink one. But that is just my humble opinion."
"Thanks. I needed a boy's opinion." I smiled brightly at him. After he left, I went up to the Owlery to send in my order form for my flowy pink dress robes.
Quidditch practice the next evening started off well. I was getting a better hang of the game, but I got a little distracted because Oliver was on the field and he looked extra-good that day.
"Watch out, Liz!" George Weasley yelled. I turned my head.
The next thing I knew I was in a bed in the hospital wing being force-fed chocolate by Madame Pomfrey.
"Huh? What? Why am I in here?" I pushed away some chocolate.
"Well dear you were hit in the side by a Bludger, knocked to the ground, and when you hit the ground you fell unconscious."
"But who would hit me with a bludger…" I wondered. There was a knock at the door.
"I will get that. Be back in a second, dearie." Madame Pomfrey went to the door of the wing and Oliver Wood walked in with a bouquet of pink tulips.
"These are for you. I hope you feel better- we need you on the field." He smiled, gave them to me and sat on the side of my bed.
"Thanks so much! So, who hit me with the Bludger? Do you know?"
"Well it was that awful girl in your grade, Maria Sellerfeller. She was supposedly jealous of you getting on the team with me and all." That was the first time he spoke openly of us. My heart skipped a beat.
"She is in detention, right?" I asked hopefully.
"2 weeks. McGonagall was appalled that Maria was actually in Gryffindor. She said it seemed like more of a Slytherin thing to do." We both laughed heard at this. "Well listen I have to go. Get better alright?" Then he actually hugged me!
"Bye! Thanks for the flowers!" I could have died then and there.