I grabbed my towel and wrapped it around myself, stepping out of the shower and into the steam. After being dirty, muddy, and cold, a nice hot shower felt good.

I looked to the bench where I had previously placed my cloths. They were gone, leaving the bench bare. Even my shoes were gone. I groaned and frowned. I heard giggling outside the door and I knew who the culprits were.

When I realized my muddy, grimy Quidditch robes were still beside the shower on the floor, I picked them up and dropped them down into the laundry chute.

There was silence outside the door for a second. I heard Angie's distinctive

giggle. I narrowed my eyes and went for the door.

Seeing as my bathrobe was currently being washed, I only had my towel to cover me. 'How convenient?' As I moved my wet hair out of my eyes, I really hoped no one would be outside that door to see me chasing after Alicia and Angie to get my clothes back.

As I gripped the doorknob I heard fast footsteps running away from the door. I threw the door open and burst out of the bathroom.

I knew they would not be in sight, they were smarter than that.

"Get Back Here!" I screamed angrily.

I waited. Angie and Alicia were probably not coming back. I groaned and started back towards my room.

I was about halfway there when I heard a surprised laugh from behind me. I winced and sighed, turning around slowly.

I came face to face with Oliver Wood. He was now clean; he'd been muddy and gross like the rest of us. His hair was damp so I suspected he'd come from the Boys' bathroom and the shower. There was only one difference between us: he had clothes.

Oliver grinned and raised an eyebrow; he was easily amused.

"Wood," I said both respectively and firmly. I held my head up, unwilling to let the situation demean me. The only problem with my plan: I was blushing, and we both knew it.

"Bell..."he said acknowledgingly and seriously. He soon lost his seriousness and bust out in a laugh.

"What in Merlin's name-"

I grit my teeth and took a deep breath.

"Alicia and Angelina," I explained.

He nodded and laughed. I found myself rolling my eyes but feeling embarrassed. Oliver suddenly frowned.

"I expect they haven't taken your Quidditch robes..."

He smiled enough to be friendly, but just enough to show he was serious, too.

I sighed. Trust Oliver to relate everything to Quidditch.

"Well, Wood, it's been lovely chatting with you, but I really must go-"

"I'll see you at practice then!"

Quidditch again. 'Argh' Oliver smiled and walked off to his room. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw George Weasley pass me and go in the direction of Oliver. George stopped, frowning and looked back at me. He burst in a laugh, but when he saw my evil glare, he resumed his voyage. He walked until he was in step with Oliver. They exchanged greeting and kept walking. After a few steps, Oliver stopped and turned around.

"Bell?"

Oliver looked me over carefully. "Hmm?"

"Do tell Spinnet to please come to practice before I resort to other means of winning..."

"I will, but what are those 'other means of winning' you speak of?"

Oliver grinned. "Well, if we don't have Alicia out there to help us, and Potter is still...out there...we may have to concoct our own distractions for Slytherin...."

I frowned. George grinned.

"I think he means possibly the idea of you parading around on the ground in your towel."

I groaned and rolled my eyes as he grinned devilishly. Oliver scoffed and pushed him. George was still laughing and grinning. They were already walking back towards him room when I called back to George.

"But George, if I'm distracting Slytherin, won't other be distracted? Like Jordan and the scorekeepers? Oh, and what about our team? I'm sure you and Wood may end up distracted as well..."

"True, but I'll make sure we restrain ourselves."

He smiled and walked off. I wasn't finished yet.

"If you keep insulting me, I may pull an 'Alicia' and skip practice!"

I doubted they heard me. I found myself smiling. Strange. At the moment I wanted to strangle George. Alicia would be coming to practice whether she liked it or not. I was not going to be in my towel in public. Facing Oliver and George in the hallway was bad enough, I would definitely not be on the Quidditch field like that.

Quidditch.

Since Wood started me on the Quidditch subject, I began to ponder the match against Slytherin when I realized where I was and my dilemma.

"Alicia! Angelina!" I muttered under my breath.

"Yes, towel parader?" I heard Alicia's voice from in front of me. Obviously, she had heard Oliver's 'idea'.

Angie appeared at her side. They were holding my clothes like hostages.

"Give," I ordered.

Angie smiled. She held my shoes out in front of her.

"Shoes?" she offered teasingly, almost in the same way she had offered me a donut just half and hour ago.

I growled and began towards them. Alicia giggled and ran off with Angie following her. They both were amused with their prank.

I sighed. I had no choice bit to follow them. 'Dammit!'