I was finally back to school on Thursday, the day before the first Quidditch match.

            "Aww you poor baby! You got hit at Quidditch PRACTICE! Not even a game! I can't imagine how you will be tomorrow…" Maria Sellerfeller yelled to me on our way to Transfiguration.

            "Yeah, but face it, honey. I got the guy." I whispered to her. I patted her on the head and walked back to my friends. I could clearly see a look of embarrassment on her face.

            "Whoo! You are good, Liz!" Mandy and the girls gave me applause and I began to bow as I walked backwards when I walked into Oliver.

            "Whoa there Liz. We don't need you hurt for tomorrow." He chuckled and I felt my face blushing. I rushed into the Transfiguration room right on time.

            The next morning was horrible. I was so nervous I could barely eat and the game was in the evening under the bewitched lights.

            "Come on Liz! You have to eat! If you don't you are going to fall straight off your broom!" Laura tried to force food into my mouth.

            "Fine." I snapped back at her. I shoved some porridge into my mouth. I could see my friends give each other looks. I sighed. "I'm sorry. I'm just so nervous that I am going to fall off my  broom and embarrass myself in front of Oliver…" I looked over at him laughing with his mates and I knew I had to grab him soon.

            "We're gonna slaughter them! Burn em' to a crisp!" Oliver was giving one of his famous pep talks. "Get out there and play your best!"

            We scrambled out to the pitch and our names were announced. It had begun. I didn't start off too well. I missed two chances at a goal. Then I came back when the score was 70-30 with Ravenclaw in the lead.

            "Come on Liz! You aren't trying!" Oliver motivated me at that. I immediately started scoring goals. Harry Potter finally got the snitch and the score ended up being 230-80. We won!

            "WE WON!" The whole team shouted and jumped off their brooms.

            "Nice game Liz! And I have to tell you something… I …" Oliver began shakily. But I couldn't hear what he said through all the noise. But you can know what I was hoping he would say.

            That night was a huge celebration in the common room. Oliver avoided me all night because I suppose he was embarrassed about his feelings for me. I was hoping he would stay true to his word about our meeting tomorrow at The Three Broomsticks in Hogsmeade.