I drug my feet up the stairs to my room. I paused outside the door, waiting to hear voices inside. I shared a room with Alicia, but my other friend, Angelina, practically lived there as well.
When I heard nothing, I sighed in relief and opened my door. My happy face fell when I noticed Alicia sprawled on her bed on the opposite side of the room, reading some book. Alicia Spinnet was on the Quidditch team with me, too, but she had skipped practice. Like myself, she probably was not in the mood for Oliver's drills.
She looked up and smiled.
"By the looks of things," she said, noticing my dripping wet robes, "I didn't miss a thing."
I shrugged and walked to my bed after slamming the door behind me. As I made my way to my bed on my side of the room, I tripped on my bad on the floor, causing me to fall onto my bed as ungraciously as possible. I groaned into my pillow as Alicia giggled.
I rolled onto my back as I heard the door open. Angelina Johnson poked her head in and smiled, coming in. She was still in her muddy robes as I was and had a donut in her each hand. One donut was almost to her mouth when she offered one to Alicia.
"Donut?"
Alicia frowned and slowly shook her head. She looked at me. Neither of us knew where she had gotten donuts, since it was after dinner. Angie turned towards me.
"Donut?"
My face twisted in disgust. I shook my head, holding up a hand in protest. My gesture reminded me of Oliver. 'Argh'
Angie shrugged and skipped over to my bed, hopping onto my bed, wrinkling the quilt. She ate her donuts in silence as Alicia stared at me.
"Alicia?" Ange asked, her mouth full with a large piece of donut.
"Hmm?" Alicia responded, focusing on her book.
"Are you ever coming back to practice?"
Alicia looked up, almost laughing as if something were ironic.
"Practice: probably not. Match against Slytherin: yes, most definitely."
"Do you think he'll even let you play? You've missed most of the practices."
Alicia and Angie were doing all the talking. Clearly, I was cast out of the conversation.
"Not let me play? Please! Wood needs me," Alicia said confidently. Angie laughed.
"Alicia! Wood 'needs' you like he needs a bad hair day! Not at all!"
"Hey!" Alicia defended, "Wood has a bad hair day, like, everyday!"
They both burst into giggles as I rolled my eyes. I was tired of the bickering. I stood up.
"Well," I said, "I'm going to take a shower."
I got some clean clothes and a towel from a drawer and left the room, still hearing Alicia and Angie fighting.
Practice with Wood and now all this talk of him. I sighed, aggravated.
'Argh- Too much Wood!!!!'