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Chapter 10

Slytherin Vs Gryffindor

Jusea sat in the Great Hall, eating breakfast with some of her Ravenclaw friends, when Marcus walked over. Jusea smiled. "Hi, Marcus, haven't seen you in a while."

"Sorry. I've been busy. You know, practicing."

"Oh."

"Want to go for a walk?"

"Sure. Penelope, I'll see you in class."

"Okay. Are you sure?"

Jusea nodded and left with Marcus. "So, besides practice, what's going on?" she asked.

"Uh...not much. Some friends and I are going to see The Weird Sisters in Hogsmeade tomorrow. Do you want to go?"

"Oh, I love The Weird Sisters."

Marcus grinned. "Well, we have an extra ticket if you want to come."

"I'd love to. If that's okay with your friends."

"Sure."

"Great. Well, I have to get to class."

"I'll walk you."

"Thank you, you're so sweet."

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Oliver stopped dead in his tracks, causing Percy to run into him. "Oliver, what—"

But he didn't pay attention to Percy. There was Jusea with Flint, again.

Percy looked at Oliver. "You don't have to get riled up. You're not playing Quidditch right now."

Oliver looked at Percy. "I'm fine."

"Then can we go into the class?"

"Yes."

Oliver and Percy went and sat in the desks behind Penelope. Jusea came in and sat next to Penelope, and she turned around. "Hi, Oliver."

"Hi, Jusea."

She smiled at him before greeting Percy as well. Then Professor Sinistra stood up, and class began.

—Saturday—

Beth followed Gryffindor house towards the Quidditch pitch. She had only really spent time with the team, but they had gone down very early. Beth wasn't surprised, but she didn't feel like sitting in dew-covered bleachers waiting for the sun to come up just to watch a Quidditch game. She was only interested for Oliver, anyway.

Beth was lost in her thoughts when a voice broke through.

"Hi, Beth."

"Oh, hi, Jusea."

"Do you want to sit with us?" Jusea waved to the girls around her; their badges held the blue and silver crest of Ravenclaw. Beth nodded, and the group joined the rest of their house. Beth examined the pitch for any sign of the teams when Jusea pointed. "Oh, here they come!"

"Where?"

"You see, right there."

"I don't see them."

Jusea pointed towards one of the Gryffindor decorated towers. "They're right there."

Finally Beth saw them, seven red and gold figures coming onto the field. Then the magnified voice of Lee started the commentary. "Here comes Gryffindor. Their Keeper, Oliver Wood, who has bravely recuperated just in time for this match—beat them, Oliver."

"Mister Jordan."

"The three stunning Chasers, Alicia Spinnet, Angelina Johnson, and Katie Bell. The two amazing Beaters, Gred and Forge Weasley, and the seeker of the century, Harry Potter."

Jusea was up and clapping before most of the others could stand. Beth stood and clapped as well. After all, this would be her first time watching Oliver play at school.

Lee then introduced the Slytherin team. Jusea pointed to their captain. "Look, it's Marcus."

"Captain Marcus Flint!"

Beth's smile vanished. "Flint?" she asked.

"Yes. Do you know him?"

"Just by reputation. How do you know him?"

"Oh, well, when I was in Slytherin we met. We haven't seen each other lately, but we're going to a concert tonight."

Beth's eyebrows knitted. "You're going to a concert tonight?"

"Yes."

"As in, going on a date?"

"Oh, no. We're going with a group of people."

"Oh. Like who?"

"I don't know. They had an extra ticket, so he asked me. Isn't that sweet?"

Beth nodded slowly. "Yeah. Yeah, I'm sure."

Jusea's attention remained fixed on the Quidditch players, and the Quaffle was thrown into the air. Beth turned her attention towards the game.

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Fred hit a Bludger away from Harry, and he turned his attention towards Flint and Oliver, who had just blocked the Quaffle. George stopped as well. The twins started grinning as the two archrivals yelled at each other.

"Is that a challenge?" Oliver shouted.

"Why would I need to challenge you? Everything I want comes to me naturally."

"What do you mean?"

"The Quaffle, the girl..."

"You stay away from her!"

Fred and George's grins only got bigger. George yelled, "Who's 'her'?"

Flint and Wood turned. "Jusea!" Then they went back to yelling at each other. Fred and George smirked at each other and then went to take care of the Bludgers.

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Beth plopped down next to Oliver on the couch. "Hi."

"Hmph."

"Well, good day to ye, too."

Oliver grunted.

"Ye know, Ah did have important information for ye, but if ye're going to be that way..." She stood.

"What?" Oliver sighed.

"Ye don't have to answer in that tone of voice."

"Fine. What do ye want to tell me?"

Beth sat down, and she pursed her lips. "Jusea's going out with Flint tonight."

"Wha—Why?"

"Because he tricked her into it. She doesn't even realize it's a date. She thinks it's just a group thing, but Ah'm pretty sure it's a date."

Oliver stood up and started for the stairs.

"Hey, Oliver." Beth ran after him. "Hello. Aren't ye going to say something?" She crossed her arms. "Or are ye just going to go perfect another Quidditch technique?"

"It's—Ah just came up with a really good idea, and...we need to do it right away."

"Ye could at least try to do something."

"Like what?"

Beth tapped her foot. "Well..." She grinned. "Ah could follow them."

"How?"

The grin widened. "If they don't realize it's me, it's not a problem, is it?"

"That's true."

"Good. Ah'll report to ye when Ah get back. Ah'd better get ready."

Beth left for the girls' rooms, and Oliver turned on the team. "Come on, up. We've got to practice."