A/N: Sorry for the delay everyone!! *hangs head in shame* but here is the
next chapter finally, hope you enjoy it!! And once again thanks x 100000
for reviews - they brighten my day! And thanx to Love4Longshanks and Rach
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without you guys!! Hehehehe, here you go...
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The situation with the Chasers had gone from bad to worse to absolutely catastrophic in a matter of days. Take the most recent Quidditch practise for example.
Every team player was up in the air warming up (Fred and George couldn't understand why Oliver STILL insisted on training even though he knew his team was going to be slaughtered), when a sudden shriek of horror pierced through the air.
The shriek had sounded from Katie who was clutching her hand to her chest and wobbling dangerously on her broom. Oliver called a time-out and all players flew to the pitch below.
"What is it THIS time, Katie?" asked Wood, once on ground level.
"I broke a nail," Katie cried mournfully.
Harry rolled his eyes. Alicia shook her head in disgust. Angelina muttered something about how she wished Katie had broken her neck instead of her nail. Fred and George stood quietly while Oliver could only look at Katie in disbelief. "You caused all that fuss up there for a NAIL?!"
"It wouldn't have been broken if we weren't playing such a barbaric and uncivilised game," Katie snapped, waving her slightly chipped nail in front of Oliver's face.
"Those are big words for you, Katie," Alicia said sarcastically, crossing her arms, "Did your new Ravenclaw friends teach you them?"
It was true that ever since the falling out, Katie had made new friends with some of the Ravenclaw girls who, despite being clever and witty, were also very prim and acted as though they felt themselves to be superior to everyone else. And this is what had prompted Katie to start caring about new issues . . .such as her nails, and her hair and how muddy Quidditch made her robes.
"You're one to talk, Alicia," Katie glowered, "It made sense that you were sad enough to go and join up with Hufflepuffs."
Alicia flushed red with anger and embarrassment. She shot a look in Angelina's way as she let out a giggle at Katie's remark, then watched as Angelina gave a shy wave to Marcus Flint who had just entered the pitch.
"And I suppose YOUR new friends are any better?" Alicia narrowed her eyes in the direction of Flint and hissed at Angelina, "Traitor!"
Angelina had taken an unusual fancy (which nobody could quite figure out why) to Marcus Flint and had gradually become besotted with the Slytherin Captain.
"There is NOTHING wrong in befriending the people that I have," Angelina said defensively, "Even if they ARE from Slytherin." Her cheeks grew pink as she noticed Flint walking over.
He drew to a stop right beside Oliver and gave an infuriating smirk.
"Clear OFF, Flint," Oliver growled, "We don't spy on your practises."
"Who says I'm here to spy?" Flint looked over to Angelina, "Alright, Angelina?"
Angelina blushed a deeper shade of crimson and giggled. "Yes thank you," she managed to stammer.
Oliver groaned in disgust. Just what in the name of Merlin was happening to his team?!
"So, we still on for our little . . .meeting, tonight?" Flint grinned widely, his awful teeth sticking out unpleasantly.
Angelina nodded, barely able to speak.
Flint smiled wickedly. "We can discuss everything from Quidditch tactics to the biology of the body."
At this suggestive sentence, both Oliver and Fred shot dark glares in Flint's direction.
"Don't go getting any dirty ideas, Flint," snapped Fred furiously. Flint noticed with an evil grin how protective the Weasley twin was over the Chaser.
"Yes - using Angelina to swipe our Quidditch strategies is a perfect example of how double-crossing you can be," Oliver glared daggers at his rival.
"I was talking more about Flint playing dirty with Angelina not Quidditch, Oliver!" said Fred in exasperation.
Oliver blinked. "Of course. That, too."
Flint just laughed as Angelina shot two looks in Fred and Oliver's direction. "See you later," he smiled another slimy grin before slinking off.
"What has got into you, Angelina??" Oliver yelled, once Flint was out of earshot, "Why Marcus Flint of ALL people?!"
"That's none of your business, Oliver Wood," Angelina said hotly.
"You do realise that he is only interested in you so he can get at me and the Quidditch plays I have spent all summer devising?" Oliver waved his arms around wildly to express his point.
Angelina flushed angrily. "He's interested in ME! Not your pathetic Quidditch tactics. Tell me something Oliver, if these strategies are so closely guarded how come they never help us to win?"
She sent a triumphant look in the direction of Oliver's speechless face, turned on her heel and began to walk heatedly away.
"Being a Slytherin Quidditch groupie is highly unattractive, Angelina," Katie called after her retreating form, "Even for you!"
Angelina suddenly whirled around. "I'll tell you what, Katie, it's much better than longing and pining in secret like a STUPID little girl over your Quidditch Captain who couldn't care less about you if you didn't help him win Quidditch matches."
Katie's eyes filled up with tears. "How could you, Angelina?!" she yelled, not daring to look at Oliver. Oliver decided to act as if he had not heard Angelina's comment and said sternly. "I want this madness to stop right now. It's getting too far out of hand."
Katie let out a half-choked sob and ran off in the direction of the changing rooms.
Angelina gave a cry of frustration and strode away to the Quidditch Broom Cupboard.
George felt his stomach drop horribly. What had their "Love Charm" done?
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The situation with the Chasers had gone from bad to worse to absolutely catastrophic in a matter of days. Take the most recent Quidditch practise for example.
Every team player was up in the air warming up (Fred and George couldn't understand why Oliver STILL insisted on training even though he knew his team was going to be slaughtered), when a sudden shriek of horror pierced through the air.
The shriek had sounded from Katie who was clutching her hand to her chest and wobbling dangerously on her broom. Oliver called a time-out and all players flew to the pitch below.
"What is it THIS time, Katie?" asked Wood, once on ground level.
"I broke a nail," Katie cried mournfully.
Harry rolled his eyes. Alicia shook her head in disgust. Angelina muttered something about how she wished Katie had broken her neck instead of her nail. Fred and George stood quietly while Oliver could only look at Katie in disbelief. "You caused all that fuss up there for a NAIL?!"
"It wouldn't have been broken if we weren't playing such a barbaric and uncivilised game," Katie snapped, waving her slightly chipped nail in front of Oliver's face.
"Those are big words for you, Katie," Alicia said sarcastically, crossing her arms, "Did your new Ravenclaw friends teach you them?"
It was true that ever since the falling out, Katie had made new friends with some of the Ravenclaw girls who, despite being clever and witty, were also very prim and acted as though they felt themselves to be superior to everyone else. And this is what had prompted Katie to start caring about new issues . . .such as her nails, and her hair and how muddy Quidditch made her robes.
"You're one to talk, Alicia," Katie glowered, "It made sense that you were sad enough to go and join up with Hufflepuffs."
Alicia flushed red with anger and embarrassment. She shot a look in Angelina's way as she let out a giggle at Katie's remark, then watched as Angelina gave a shy wave to Marcus Flint who had just entered the pitch.
"And I suppose YOUR new friends are any better?" Alicia narrowed her eyes in the direction of Flint and hissed at Angelina, "Traitor!"
Angelina had taken an unusual fancy (which nobody could quite figure out why) to Marcus Flint and had gradually become besotted with the Slytherin Captain.
"There is NOTHING wrong in befriending the people that I have," Angelina said defensively, "Even if they ARE from Slytherin." Her cheeks grew pink as she noticed Flint walking over.
He drew to a stop right beside Oliver and gave an infuriating smirk.
"Clear OFF, Flint," Oliver growled, "We don't spy on your practises."
"Who says I'm here to spy?" Flint looked over to Angelina, "Alright, Angelina?"
Angelina blushed a deeper shade of crimson and giggled. "Yes thank you," she managed to stammer.
Oliver groaned in disgust. Just what in the name of Merlin was happening to his team?!
"So, we still on for our little . . .meeting, tonight?" Flint grinned widely, his awful teeth sticking out unpleasantly.
Angelina nodded, barely able to speak.
Flint smiled wickedly. "We can discuss everything from Quidditch tactics to the biology of the body."
At this suggestive sentence, both Oliver and Fred shot dark glares in Flint's direction.
"Don't go getting any dirty ideas, Flint," snapped Fred furiously. Flint noticed with an evil grin how protective the Weasley twin was over the Chaser.
"Yes - using Angelina to swipe our Quidditch strategies is a perfect example of how double-crossing you can be," Oliver glared daggers at his rival.
"I was talking more about Flint playing dirty with Angelina not Quidditch, Oliver!" said Fred in exasperation.
Oliver blinked. "Of course. That, too."
Flint just laughed as Angelina shot two looks in Fred and Oliver's direction. "See you later," he smiled another slimy grin before slinking off.
"What has got into you, Angelina??" Oliver yelled, once Flint was out of earshot, "Why Marcus Flint of ALL people?!"
"That's none of your business, Oliver Wood," Angelina said hotly.
"You do realise that he is only interested in you so he can get at me and the Quidditch plays I have spent all summer devising?" Oliver waved his arms around wildly to express his point.
Angelina flushed angrily. "He's interested in ME! Not your pathetic Quidditch tactics. Tell me something Oliver, if these strategies are so closely guarded how come they never help us to win?"
She sent a triumphant look in the direction of Oliver's speechless face, turned on her heel and began to walk heatedly away.
"Being a Slytherin Quidditch groupie is highly unattractive, Angelina," Katie called after her retreating form, "Even for you!"
Angelina suddenly whirled around. "I'll tell you what, Katie, it's much better than longing and pining in secret like a STUPID little girl over your Quidditch Captain who couldn't care less about you if you didn't help him win Quidditch matches."
Katie's eyes filled up with tears. "How could you, Angelina?!" she yelled, not daring to look at Oliver. Oliver decided to act as if he had not heard Angelina's comment and said sternly. "I want this madness to stop right now. It's getting too far out of hand."
Katie let out a half-choked sob and ran off in the direction of the changing rooms.
Angelina gave a cry of frustration and strode away to the Quidditch Broom Cupboard.
George felt his stomach drop horribly. What had their "Love Charm" done?
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