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"You know it's true love when the butterflies in your stomach make you feel like you can fly away."
"Nice dive, Bell! Try swerving around Mike and let Holden pass to you." Katie obeyed Steve and within a minute or two, put the quaffle right past Oliver.
"Lucky shot," he muttered as Katie streaked past him, causing her to stick her tongue out at him. He tossed the quaffle to her and she took off again, passing to Brooke, who dropped it and cursed loudly.
"Hey Brooke," Katie said. "Try diving forward underneath Sean and pass up to me. Then, shoot towards the left hoop and I'm going to fake pass to you."
"Why?" Brooke snapped.
"Just try it," Katie said. "See if it works." Brooke sighed, but did what Katie said and, after only one attempt, had succeeded in scoring again.
"Nice play, Bell!" Steve called up to Katie. "Where'd you learn it?"
"My best friend and I came up with it back at Hogwarts," Katie said.
"I like it," Steve said. "What other ones you got?"
"Um, well Oliver came up with one where, the middle chaser intercepts and then switches positions with the left chaser, who cuts off the opposing center, letting the other chaser pass to the right."
"I like it," Steve said. "Let's try it and see if we can fool Wood."
They tried the play and sure enough, Oliver was fooled. "Katie, you're going to lose me my job," he complained.
"Maybe you're the one who should go into prostitution," Katie suggested as she flew past him.
The team practiced several more plays before Steve called it a night. "Great job, Katie," he said. "I really think we're going to win next Monday."
"Thanks," Katie said, starting towards the locker room.
"So," Oliver said, catching up to her and hooking an arm around her. "You were paying attention all those years."
"Kind of hard not to when you were constantly nagging us to listen to you," Katie said. "Not that the twins did anyway."
"I remember when Angelina practically tried to kill me because I told her she was playing like shit," Oliver said.
"Can you blame her?" Katie asked. "You don't say something like that to Angelina. She cursed this one guy in the middle of a shop because he tried to grope her."
"Well, isn't that pleasant?" Oliver muttered. They parted ways, Katie starting off down the corridor to the women's locker room.
After taking a hot shower, Katie got dressed, dried her hair, and turned to leave. "Hey, Katie?" Katie spun around, responding to Brooke, who was sitting on the bench.
"Yeah, Brooke?" she asked.
"What's the deal with you and Oliver?"
"I don't know," Katie said. "Why?"
"No reason," Brooke said innocently. "See you later." And she strolled out of the locker room. Katie rolled her eyes and followed after Brooke.
"So," Oliver said. "What'd you think?"
"I'm not sure," Katie said. "How'd I do?" Oliver gave her a look.
"You were amazing," he said, kissing her. He pulled away and smiled at her. "Not many people can beat me, the fabulous Oliver Wood."
"Get over yourself," Katie muttered. A soft ringing noise interrupted their conversation and Katie dug her cell phone out of her pocket. (A/N-I know, I know. Cell phone??? But, I figured that it probably would be hard to write a letter everytime you wanted to even say hi to someone. Bear with me here.) "Hello? Oh, hi Mum," Katie said, casting a glance at Oliver. "No. Mmm hmm. I don't think so. Really? Oh, ok.......... Yeah, sure. Ok.......... Mmm hmm. All right........ You too. Bye."
"Your mother?" Oliver asked after Katie hung up and slipped the phone back in her pocket.
Katie nodded. "Um, are you doing anything this weekend?"
"Nope, nothing at all."
"Well, you see, it's my dad's birthday," Katie said. "So, I'm going home for the weekend. I just thought maybe you wanted to come, if you want."
"Of course I will," Oliver said. "As long as your dad isn't one of those guys who will give me lectures about anything and everything."
"He isn't," Katie said. "He just might be a little overprotective, you know with what happened with Roger. Besides, he's obsessed with quidditch, just like you, and is a Puddlemere fan, so he knows who you are."
"Does he know you're playing?"
"Nope," Katie said shaking her head. "I'm going to tell him then."
"Well, I'd love to come," Oliver said.
"My sister will be there too," Katie said. "She's bringing her latest boyfriend."
"I didn't know this was a competition," Oliver said.
"It isn't. My sister picks the worst boyfriends imaginable," Katie told him. "The last guy she was with turned out to be already married."
"Ouch," Oliver said.
"Yeah well, she didn't really care," Katie said. "She acted like she did and went on and on about how much she loved him, but I don't think she really did."
"How old is she?"
"Twenty-seven," Katie replied. "But she acts like she's 16."
They passed a small coffee shop and turned a corner near a small park. "There's my place," Oliver said, pointing past an elderly wizard to his front door.
"Well then, I'll see you Saturday," Katie said, cracking her knuckles. Oliver kissed her and watched as she began to walk away.
"Katie?"
"Hmm?"
"Do you want to come in for a little while?"
(Well, what do you think? It doesn't seem too fast-paced, does it? Once again, thanks so much to everyone who reviewed. I don't think I've ever got such good reviews for any of my stories. Next update will hopefully be soon.)