Chapter 5

The two teams filed out of the Great Hall, some studying their scripts while others planned what pages to sketch Quidditch plays on. Oliver had already found a prime candidate to sketch his first play on and he immediately began working on it while he walked to the common room. The three chasers were all turning to the more romantic scenes to see what Katie and Marcus would have to do.

"Oh! Look, Katie! You're his prisoner at the beginning. And then you become his slave!" Angelina exclaimed.

"I'm sure he'll absolutely love that part," Alicia said.

"Yes, I'm sure he will. He is like that, domineering and all," Katie said, reading the script. "The script isn't actually that bad, from what I've read. It seems like there's a pretty interesting plot line."

"I always love those stories about the star-crossed lovers," Angelina said dreamily, "I hope whoever I fall in love with would die for me. What else could a girl possibly want? If your man won't die for you, then what?"

"It is the ultimate declaration of love," Katie said. A few steps ahead, the Weasley twins were sneaking up on Oliver.

"BOO!" Fred yelled.

"Oi! Weasley! What was that for?" Wood said, hiding his developing play.

"So, what do you think of this script, hmm. About Flint caressing your lovely little Katie?" George said, devilishly.

"Well, she isn't 'my Katie' anymore, and it is only 'acting'. It's not like they're going to run off and have 18 little Flint children running about, pulling hair, beating up keepers, having bad teeth, and other things characteristic of the great, Slytherin beast," Oliver said.

"A bit bitter, are we?" George said.

"But what if they do run off and have 18 little Flint children," Fred said, worried, "Wouldn't you feel awful that you didn't stop it? Wouldn't that be the worst feeling in the world? Wouldn't you rather DIE than see that happen? After all, giving your life for the woman you love is, apparently, the ultimate declaration of love."

"Okay, Fred, let me tell you something," Wood said, "Katie and I aren't together. I don't love her. And, furthermore, if she decided to go and run off with Flint and have 18 little Flint children I would not begrudge her that, for it would be her choice. And I can't change the punishment, sorry, good try though."

"Begrude?" George said, "We're naught but humble Quidditch players, Ollie, and that is quite a large word."

"Meh," Oliver said shrugghing, "That's what happens when you share a dorm with Percy." The boys all laughed at that comment and they continued to joke around while the Slytherin team discussed their plot to dominate the field.

"Well, it's like this, mates" Warrington said, "We have such an advantage over those Gryffin-losers, because we've got the pitch before classes and they don't have it at all."

"Gryffin-losers?" Bole skeptically asked.

"How do you figure that?" Pucey said, "We'll be so tired in the morning and we won't be practicing to our normal standards. And, I've heard, you play like you practice. So, if we practice badly, we play badly."

"Well, we have to practice sometime, and I want a consistent time," Flint said with a finality to his voice, "So, either suck it up or pack it up and get off the team. We're all in this 'musical' together since SOMEONE couldn't find a more appropriate punishment, so we all practice in the morning."

"If that 'someone' was in reference to me, Marcus," Helena said, looking over the top of her glasses, "then your tone was not appreciated. Actually, you should be groveling at my feet and thanking me."

"What?" the team exclaimed together.

"Oh, yes," Helena said, "thanking me. Because, if it wasn't for me, this play would be absolute crap."

"Are you kidding?" Flint asked, "This is possibly the worst punishment she could have given us."

"How about a suspension of 3 months from Quidditch?" Helena asked, "Would that have been worse? Because that's what you would have gotten if it wasn't for me. So, you're welcome, Marcus."

"What? How? Why?" Flint said dumbfounded.

"Yeah, you must be lying because McGonagall wouldn't suspend her own team for three months," Pucey said.

"I'm not lying. It would've been entirely in her power to suspend only you guys for a set amount of time because you were, in fact, the wrong-doers."

"It's Quidditch! It's not like we went up behind the weasel in the hallway and pummeled him," Warrington exclaimed.

"Please inform me when Quidditch became a brutish sport that allowed chasers from the other team to SLAM the keeper into the goal post?" Helena said.

"Oh, come on, he's still alive. And that wasn't even Weasley!" Adrian said.

"You weren't being punished, as severely, for that, idiots!" Helena said, "You nearly killed Wood! Do you REALLY think that McGonagall, for one second, would not have seen this whole team suspended indefinitely or expelled from the school."

"What can I say, Quidditch is a brutal sport," Flint said, "Besides, the pros do it all the time."

"Do they really?" Helena said, "Well, that gives me even more reason to question the fanaticism that follows this, how shall I say it, bestial sport."

"What? Are you kidding?" Flint said, "We are not animals."

"Really, I couldn't tell," Helena said, "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have reading to do in the library. And, I believe that you should all be reading that script."

Helena turned and left the boys. Half were fuming and the other half were dumbfounded.

"Okay, did that seem a little too Gryffindor-preachy-ish to you?" Montague asked.

"She is such a liar!" Pucey said, "She draws Quidditch plays all over her notebook in History of Magic, and, when she thinks I'm not looking, she draws Wood's name in hearts. She loves Quidditch and everything about it, especially the players."

"Really?" Flint asked, "She fancies Wood, eh?"

"Uh, yeah," Pucey said.

"That's interesting because he hates her," Montague said.

"Oh, really, how do you know?" Flint said.

"I heard him agreeing with prefect Weasley about how she is such an annoying little bitch with a stick constantly shoved up her ass," Montague said.

"That's too colorful for Weasley," Warrington said, "But he really hates her?"

"That bastard," Bole said, "How could he hate her?"

"Because she's a Slytherin," Flint said.

"Wait, I'm so confused," Pucey said.

"What else is new?" Montague asked.

"I thought we hated Helena just a second ago."

"Yeah, well, now that we know Wood does, we must do the opposite," Flint said, "it keeps the natural balance."

"Right, got it," Pucey said, "But, what if I agree with Wood?"

"Well, if it is regarding my future wife," Flint said, with a mischievous gleam in his eye, "then you would be wise to change your opinion."

"Flint, your big words are kind of crazy," Pucey said.

"Meh," Flint said, "That's what happens when you get tutored by Helena"

Well, I hope people are still reading this. This chapter was a bit longer than my normal ones, and hopefully that's a continuing trend. I'll try and write a lot this week since I don't have any classes. So, enjoy! And thank you for the past reviews as well!