A/N: After a short break, and a long time in which my hand got really
cramped I'm back. I already said this in my other fic, but I no longer have
my laptop, which means I can no longer pretend to be paying attention when
I am really typing out my stories. Which means that I now have to write
longhand and then type it into the computer. Safe to say that I now have
very cramped hands, and God is continuing his vendetta against me by nearly
hitting me and one of my friends with lightening, and actually hitting two
of my friends with lightening. Odd.
I'm trying to work on my spacing, but for some reason the computer hates me, and it won't let me use nice little spacer things. Thank for you for reviews...even though you did not get the requested five. You still done good! Maybe ransom won't work. First five reviewers get five bucks!
Rejoice with me, for I have my tickets for opening night of PoA! Even though there is NO Oliver in there, it should be fun. If the movie stinks, then we can at least make fun of it. Right?
Disclaimer: These are just little things to see how sarcastic I can actually be. Me? Sarcastic? Nooooooo...
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Instead of going back to bed like his mother had demanded, Ron stayed up and paced in his room. Within ten minutes, his door creaked open. Looking very ill, pale, and sweaty, Harry walked into Ron's room. "All right?" Ron asked nervously. Harry nodded wearily. "Good," Ron said, and grabbed Harry tightly on the upper arm. Harry yelped in surprise and was silenced by a kick from Ron.
"Sorry," Harry muttered irritably. "Where are we going anyway?"
"Keep it down!" Ron growled as he heard Mrs. Weasley walk across the floor of her bedroom. They walked past where Bill and Charlie were sleeping. Harry could hear soft snores coming from within. Ron stopped at a door and knocked hesitantly. Almost immediately the door opened and both Harry and Ron were seized and drug inside.
"I was wondering when you'd come," Hermione said anxiously. "For a second I thought it was Katie. She hasn't come back yet, and you know, I don't think she's going to either. But I've been waiting for ages...what was it Harry?"
Ron glanced at Ginny in worry. She gave a very fake snore and snuggled down in her covers a little bit more. Hermione rolled her eyes. "It's all right Ginny," she said. "Everyone knows you're awake.' Immediately, Ginny jumped up and pulled on a light purple bathrobe.
"So what happened?" Hermione asked, pulling her pink tartan bathrobe tighter around her. She sat down on the bed and looked at Harry eagerly.
"It was Oliver," Harry said shortly, sitting on the bed beside Hermione. He felt reluctant, as he always did when he was talking about his visions of Voldemort. Why should they have to know what he saw? Was it really that important?
"Oh Merlin," Ginny said, leaning forward, eager to catch every single detail. "He's not...dead is he?"
"No, he's still alive," Harry continued. "For the time being at least. He...he didn't look very good." He looked around at Ginny, Hermione and Ron. "Voldemort was there," he said deliberately. Ron gasped and jumped at least six inches off the floor.
"Oh good grief," Hermione said, not only to Ron, but to Ginny as well. Ginny's eyes were wide open in fear and her mouth was hanging open.
"Why'd you say his name?" Ginny hissed angrily at Harry. "Don't say his name!"
"Why not?" Hermione reasonably asked her. "If you fear to say the name, then your fear of the thing can only increase. Voldemort's main weapon is fear. Let's not give him more than what he deserves."
"That's not the point!" Ron argued, though in a low voice. "How hard can it be to call him You-Know-Who? Some of us are actually afraid of him!" Hermione took a deep breath and waited for Harry to explode.
"And you don't think I'm afraid of him?" Harry asked angrily, standing up from the bed. "Voldemort killed my parents! He's tried to kill me at least five times! I saw him kill Cedric! I saw..." his voice faltered, "I saw him his Death Eaters kill Sirius. How can you possibly think that I'm not afraid of him?"
Harry stopped yelling. His chest was heaving, and his eyes were blazing angrily. Oddly enough, he felt like he was going to be sick again. He glared at Ron, Ginny, and Hermione. They stared back at him with terrified eyes.
"Mum's coming," Ron said suddenly, listening to the footsteps coming closer. "She'll have heard you yelling," he said with a glance to Harry. The door opened and Ron turned around slowly, visibly gulping.
Mrs. Weasley was standing in the doorway. "I thought I said for everyone to go to bed," she said with a dangerous smile. Harry was forcefully reminded of Umbridge and her sickly sweet smile.
Ron shuffled his feet. "Well we just wanted to talk about it Mum," he said in a defeated tone. He was scuffing his shoes against the carpet. "You know, we couldn't sleep," he said in what he considered to be a winning tone.
"Ron dear, I understand, but Harry needs his rest," his mother said firmly. "He's had a very hard night. Now come on." And with that, she led Ron and Harry out by the elbows, shutting the door behind her.
Hermione let out a low breath as the door shut. "That was close," she said to Ginny.
"Oh she'll be back," Ginny said darkly, looking at the door. "You can bet she'll be checking rooms after this." She came over to Hermione's bed and sat down. "Thus ends the midnight visits."
"And what do we know?" Hermione asked, picking up on the defeated spirit. "Absolutely nothing." She shook her head and looked at the wall.
"Blame Harry," Ginny said with the kind of look that she usually reserved for Slytherins and Percy. "What's wrong with him anyway?"
Hermione thought and lighted on a phrase that her mother had used when Hermione had written to her in despair of ever figuring out Harry's mood swings. "He's just going through a phase," she said comfortingly. "He'll be the regular Harry soon enough." But she had forgotten that Ginny had lived with six older brothers.
"Bill, Charlie, Percy, Fred, George, and Ron never went through a "phase"," Ginny said, making quotations with her fingers. "I think that Harry's just being an arse." She thought for a moment. "Maybe it's that time of the month."
"I don't think that guys uhhh..do that Ginny," Hermione said uncomfortably. "Unless I was told wrong." She started wondering.
"No, I swear, some men do PMS," Ginny said. "Percy always..." her voice trailed off and she bit her lip as she sunk into thought.
"He still hasn't tried to make up?" Hermione asked carefully, looking at Ginny's face.
"Oh, no, he has," Ginny said with another ugly look. "Let him feel rejected by his family for once. Give him a nice taste of what we went through all last year."
Hermione sighed and looked out the window. "Speaking of Percy, isn't that his owl right there?" she asked curiously. Ginny went to the window to let in the impatient Hermes. He flew straight past Ginny to the startled Hermione.
"Is this for me?" she asked the owl, untying the letter from around his legs. Hermes hooted once, nipped her finger and flew out of the window again. "Percy sent a letter to me?" Hermione asked, sounding utterly confused. "Why didn't he send one to his family first?"
"Oh, he did," Ginny answered her. "Got a bit annoying really.
"And your mum and dad...did what? Didn't answer them? Ignored them? That just doesn't seem like them somehow."
"Well actually, they never knew that Percy was writing to us," Ginny informed cheerfully. "Fred and George always managed to intercept the letters before they got anywhere near the house. Then they threw them up in the air and shot fire out of their wands. They actually got pretty good," Ginny mused. "It got to the point where they were hitting nine out of ten."
"We're not giving this letter to Fred and George," Hermione said grimly. "This letter is addressed to me, and I WILL open it." She broke the seal on the back and slid the parchment out. Her eyes scanned the paper as she read it aloud.
"Dear Hermione," she mumbled. ""Although we have not recently been in contact, I believe that you are the only one to whom I can send this letter. It might have come to your associates attention that Oliver Wood, the former Gryffindor Quidditch Captain and Keeper is reported missing. I wish to offer them my support, both emotional, and if they happen to need an extra body for the search. The Daily Prophet said that he was last seen in Northern Russia. If you are still in contact with Viktor Krum, you might consider writing to him to see if he has heard anything.
If it wouldn't be too much trouble, I would like it very much if you wrote me a weekly letter as to the search's progress, etc. Your faithful servant, Percy Weasley."
Hermione finished reading the letter. Ginny let out an impatient sigh and reached for the piece of parchment. "What's this rubbish?" she asked angrily. "Oliver Wood, former Quidditch Captain and Keeper...does he think that we wouldn't know who he was?"
"He thinks that I wouldn't know," Hermione said patiently. "I don't really mind it that much." Ginny made an incredulous tuh noise.
"Well, you're not going to are you?" she asked, throwing the letter on the bed. "Write to him I mean. Are you?"
"I might not write to him weekly, but I will mention his name at the meeting tomorrow, and I will write to Viktor. I can't believe that I didn't think about writing to him first."
"Well, he was Head Boy for a reason," Ginny muttered, but so Hermione could hear her. "He's not entirely stupid now is he?"
"No," Hermione said, putting away the letter beside her bed. "Not entirely." She flopped onto the bed and blew out the candle. "Good night Ginny."
"Good night Hermione," Ginny sleepily replied. Despite the night's activity, sleep was beckoning. She rolled over on her side, and within seconds, she was asleep.
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Meanwhile, Katie Bell was having a very hard time falling asleep. She had jerked awake when she heard Harry's scream. She had run several flights upstairs to be met by a very rumpled Bill. He told her to go back to bed, and then slammed the door shut. She had tried to follow his request, but found that she couldn't calm down. She had not returned to Hermione's and Ginny's room, and had instead gone downstairs to where Alicia and Angelina were sleeping.
Alicia's foot twitched in her sleep. Katie was violently reminded of her grandmother's small terrier when he was sleeping. He moved his feet in exactly the same way. Alicia was always a light sleeper, unlike Angelina. The older black girl was sleeping on her side with her arm hanging to the side and her mouth hanging wide open. Katie crept cautiously around them. She had always felt uncomfortable walking around while others were sleeping. It made her feel like she was invading their peace and personal space.
Katie took several deep breaths. She always tried to be happy-go- lucky and cheerful. Her philosophy was simple, but effective.
When she was twelve, her Muggle grandfather had died. Katie had spent a week being weepy, mopey, and absolutely miserable. Then, one night while she was in the shower, she had sustained what Alicia fondly called "Katie Bell's lessons of life."
While she was in the shower, Katie had gone off into a sort of trance. While she was zoning out, she had had her big think. The way she finally saw it, you could look at life in one of two ways. You could look at life as being unfair, horrible, and utterly depressing. Or, you could look at it as being mainly good with its occasional downfalls. Of course, some things were just flat-out not funny of course, but for the most part, life was full of dramatic irony and puns.
When she had returned to herself, the water was freezing, her fingers and toes resembled a large prune, and her mother was screaming at her to turn that water off because they were in a drought, and there were people dying in Africa for goodness sakes.
Katie laughed shallowly. So that was her main thought on life. Too bad it wasn't working now. She was trying to find the bright side of the situation, but she couldn't. Perhaps this was one of the very few occasions that didn't have a bright side at all.
Katie sat down on the floor and leaned against the couch. Alicia made a small noise and jerked awake. "Katie?" she asked after he eyes adjusted. "What are you doing here?"
Katie smiled faintly. "I couldn't sleep?" she asked, trying to give a winning grin.
Alicia made a small noise of disbelief. "Katie, it's at least," she checked her softly glowing watch, "three in the morning! Do you know how late you're up?"
'Don't think of it as very late, so much as...very, very, early," Katie suggested with her smile on at full brightness.
Alicia groaned and sat up on the sofa. "Come here Katie," she said, her voice tinged with weariness as she threw the covers off. Katie settled herself down on the sofa beside Alicia and put the quilt over her. "So why couldn't you sleep?" Alicia asked with endless patience.
"I think I'm having a crisis of faith," Katie finally said. Alicia was confused. "It's really hard to explain."
"Just try to," Alicia cajoled softly. Not for the first time, Katie thought of what a wonderful mother Alicia would be. She was gentle, loving, patient, and could be strict when required to be.
"It's just that..." Katie's voice trailed off and then gathered strength. "Remember who was always there when you got hurt? Remember when we were playing Ravenclaw in your third year, and that Bludger broke your wrist? Who was the first person there? Remember at Halloween the same year when the troll got in? Who did you automatically go to? When you were scared, or hurt, who was always there?"
"Oliver," Alicia said simply. "Whenever I needed a shoulder to cry on, he was always there. Remember when Roger and I broke up in fourth year?"
Katie nodded. Alicia's and Roger Davies nasty breakup had been the talk of Hogwarts for at least two days. Nearly twenty people had seen calm sweet, mild mannered Alicia Spinnet with her hair mussed, screaming at the top of the fourth floor corridor at Roger. He had done something to upset her, Katie wasn't sure what.
"I cried so hard that night," Alicia said. "I just felt so betrayed. But you and Angelina were doing some Quidditch training with the twins, so you weren't there. But Oliver was there. And he didn't say anything. He just held me."
"Yeah," Katie slowly said. "The guys that I know that can actually intelligently listen are well...one."
Alicia rested her blonde head on Katie's light brown one. "I miss him," she said softly. "I really miss him." Tears began to fall down her face and into Katie's hair. Katie began to cry and clung tightly to Alicia. "I really, really miss him."
The two Chasers held each other and shook with the forces of their sobs.
I'm trying to work on my spacing, but for some reason the computer hates me, and it won't let me use nice little spacer things. Thank for you for reviews...even though you did not get the requested five. You still done good! Maybe ransom won't work. First five reviewers get five bucks!
Rejoice with me, for I have my tickets for opening night of PoA! Even though there is NO Oliver in there, it should be fun. If the movie stinks, then we can at least make fun of it. Right?
Disclaimer: These are just little things to see how sarcastic I can actually be. Me? Sarcastic? Nooooooo...
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Instead of going back to bed like his mother had demanded, Ron stayed up and paced in his room. Within ten minutes, his door creaked open. Looking very ill, pale, and sweaty, Harry walked into Ron's room. "All right?" Ron asked nervously. Harry nodded wearily. "Good," Ron said, and grabbed Harry tightly on the upper arm. Harry yelped in surprise and was silenced by a kick from Ron.
"Sorry," Harry muttered irritably. "Where are we going anyway?"
"Keep it down!" Ron growled as he heard Mrs. Weasley walk across the floor of her bedroom. They walked past where Bill and Charlie were sleeping. Harry could hear soft snores coming from within. Ron stopped at a door and knocked hesitantly. Almost immediately the door opened and both Harry and Ron were seized and drug inside.
"I was wondering when you'd come," Hermione said anxiously. "For a second I thought it was Katie. She hasn't come back yet, and you know, I don't think she's going to either. But I've been waiting for ages...what was it Harry?"
Ron glanced at Ginny in worry. She gave a very fake snore and snuggled down in her covers a little bit more. Hermione rolled her eyes. "It's all right Ginny," she said. "Everyone knows you're awake.' Immediately, Ginny jumped up and pulled on a light purple bathrobe.
"So what happened?" Hermione asked, pulling her pink tartan bathrobe tighter around her. She sat down on the bed and looked at Harry eagerly.
"It was Oliver," Harry said shortly, sitting on the bed beside Hermione. He felt reluctant, as he always did when he was talking about his visions of Voldemort. Why should they have to know what he saw? Was it really that important?
"Oh Merlin," Ginny said, leaning forward, eager to catch every single detail. "He's not...dead is he?"
"No, he's still alive," Harry continued. "For the time being at least. He...he didn't look very good." He looked around at Ginny, Hermione and Ron. "Voldemort was there," he said deliberately. Ron gasped and jumped at least six inches off the floor.
"Oh good grief," Hermione said, not only to Ron, but to Ginny as well. Ginny's eyes were wide open in fear and her mouth was hanging open.
"Why'd you say his name?" Ginny hissed angrily at Harry. "Don't say his name!"
"Why not?" Hermione reasonably asked her. "If you fear to say the name, then your fear of the thing can only increase. Voldemort's main weapon is fear. Let's not give him more than what he deserves."
"That's not the point!" Ron argued, though in a low voice. "How hard can it be to call him You-Know-Who? Some of us are actually afraid of him!" Hermione took a deep breath and waited for Harry to explode.
"And you don't think I'm afraid of him?" Harry asked angrily, standing up from the bed. "Voldemort killed my parents! He's tried to kill me at least five times! I saw him kill Cedric! I saw..." his voice faltered, "I saw him his Death Eaters kill Sirius. How can you possibly think that I'm not afraid of him?"
Harry stopped yelling. His chest was heaving, and his eyes were blazing angrily. Oddly enough, he felt like he was going to be sick again. He glared at Ron, Ginny, and Hermione. They stared back at him with terrified eyes.
"Mum's coming," Ron said suddenly, listening to the footsteps coming closer. "She'll have heard you yelling," he said with a glance to Harry. The door opened and Ron turned around slowly, visibly gulping.
Mrs. Weasley was standing in the doorway. "I thought I said for everyone to go to bed," she said with a dangerous smile. Harry was forcefully reminded of Umbridge and her sickly sweet smile.
Ron shuffled his feet. "Well we just wanted to talk about it Mum," he said in a defeated tone. He was scuffing his shoes against the carpet. "You know, we couldn't sleep," he said in what he considered to be a winning tone.
"Ron dear, I understand, but Harry needs his rest," his mother said firmly. "He's had a very hard night. Now come on." And with that, she led Ron and Harry out by the elbows, shutting the door behind her.
Hermione let out a low breath as the door shut. "That was close," she said to Ginny.
"Oh she'll be back," Ginny said darkly, looking at the door. "You can bet she'll be checking rooms after this." She came over to Hermione's bed and sat down. "Thus ends the midnight visits."
"And what do we know?" Hermione asked, picking up on the defeated spirit. "Absolutely nothing." She shook her head and looked at the wall.
"Blame Harry," Ginny said with the kind of look that she usually reserved for Slytherins and Percy. "What's wrong with him anyway?"
Hermione thought and lighted on a phrase that her mother had used when Hermione had written to her in despair of ever figuring out Harry's mood swings. "He's just going through a phase," she said comfortingly. "He'll be the regular Harry soon enough." But she had forgotten that Ginny had lived with six older brothers.
"Bill, Charlie, Percy, Fred, George, and Ron never went through a "phase"," Ginny said, making quotations with her fingers. "I think that Harry's just being an arse." She thought for a moment. "Maybe it's that time of the month."
"I don't think that guys uhhh..do that Ginny," Hermione said uncomfortably. "Unless I was told wrong." She started wondering.
"No, I swear, some men do PMS," Ginny said. "Percy always..." her voice trailed off and she bit her lip as she sunk into thought.
"He still hasn't tried to make up?" Hermione asked carefully, looking at Ginny's face.
"Oh, no, he has," Ginny said with another ugly look. "Let him feel rejected by his family for once. Give him a nice taste of what we went through all last year."
Hermione sighed and looked out the window. "Speaking of Percy, isn't that his owl right there?" she asked curiously. Ginny went to the window to let in the impatient Hermes. He flew straight past Ginny to the startled Hermione.
"Is this for me?" she asked the owl, untying the letter from around his legs. Hermes hooted once, nipped her finger and flew out of the window again. "Percy sent a letter to me?" Hermione asked, sounding utterly confused. "Why didn't he send one to his family first?"
"Oh, he did," Ginny answered her. "Got a bit annoying really.
"And your mum and dad...did what? Didn't answer them? Ignored them? That just doesn't seem like them somehow."
"Well actually, they never knew that Percy was writing to us," Ginny informed cheerfully. "Fred and George always managed to intercept the letters before they got anywhere near the house. Then they threw them up in the air and shot fire out of their wands. They actually got pretty good," Ginny mused. "It got to the point where they were hitting nine out of ten."
"We're not giving this letter to Fred and George," Hermione said grimly. "This letter is addressed to me, and I WILL open it." She broke the seal on the back and slid the parchment out. Her eyes scanned the paper as she read it aloud.
"Dear Hermione," she mumbled. ""Although we have not recently been in contact, I believe that you are the only one to whom I can send this letter. It might have come to your associates attention that Oliver Wood, the former Gryffindor Quidditch Captain and Keeper is reported missing. I wish to offer them my support, both emotional, and if they happen to need an extra body for the search. The Daily Prophet said that he was last seen in Northern Russia. If you are still in contact with Viktor Krum, you might consider writing to him to see if he has heard anything.
If it wouldn't be too much trouble, I would like it very much if you wrote me a weekly letter as to the search's progress, etc. Your faithful servant, Percy Weasley."
Hermione finished reading the letter. Ginny let out an impatient sigh and reached for the piece of parchment. "What's this rubbish?" she asked angrily. "Oliver Wood, former Quidditch Captain and Keeper...does he think that we wouldn't know who he was?"
"He thinks that I wouldn't know," Hermione said patiently. "I don't really mind it that much." Ginny made an incredulous tuh noise.
"Well, you're not going to are you?" she asked, throwing the letter on the bed. "Write to him I mean. Are you?"
"I might not write to him weekly, but I will mention his name at the meeting tomorrow, and I will write to Viktor. I can't believe that I didn't think about writing to him first."
"Well, he was Head Boy for a reason," Ginny muttered, but so Hermione could hear her. "He's not entirely stupid now is he?"
"No," Hermione said, putting away the letter beside her bed. "Not entirely." She flopped onto the bed and blew out the candle. "Good night Ginny."
"Good night Hermione," Ginny sleepily replied. Despite the night's activity, sleep was beckoning. She rolled over on her side, and within seconds, she was asleep.
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Meanwhile, Katie Bell was having a very hard time falling asleep. She had jerked awake when she heard Harry's scream. She had run several flights upstairs to be met by a very rumpled Bill. He told her to go back to bed, and then slammed the door shut. She had tried to follow his request, but found that she couldn't calm down. She had not returned to Hermione's and Ginny's room, and had instead gone downstairs to where Alicia and Angelina were sleeping.
Alicia's foot twitched in her sleep. Katie was violently reminded of her grandmother's small terrier when he was sleeping. He moved his feet in exactly the same way. Alicia was always a light sleeper, unlike Angelina. The older black girl was sleeping on her side with her arm hanging to the side and her mouth hanging wide open. Katie crept cautiously around them. She had always felt uncomfortable walking around while others were sleeping. It made her feel like she was invading their peace and personal space.
Katie took several deep breaths. She always tried to be happy-go- lucky and cheerful. Her philosophy was simple, but effective.
When she was twelve, her Muggle grandfather had died. Katie had spent a week being weepy, mopey, and absolutely miserable. Then, one night while she was in the shower, she had sustained what Alicia fondly called "Katie Bell's lessons of life."
While she was in the shower, Katie had gone off into a sort of trance. While she was zoning out, she had had her big think. The way she finally saw it, you could look at life in one of two ways. You could look at life as being unfair, horrible, and utterly depressing. Or, you could look at it as being mainly good with its occasional downfalls. Of course, some things were just flat-out not funny of course, but for the most part, life was full of dramatic irony and puns.
When she had returned to herself, the water was freezing, her fingers and toes resembled a large prune, and her mother was screaming at her to turn that water off because they were in a drought, and there were people dying in Africa for goodness sakes.
Katie laughed shallowly. So that was her main thought on life. Too bad it wasn't working now. She was trying to find the bright side of the situation, but she couldn't. Perhaps this was one of the very few occasions that didn't have a bright side at all.
Katie sat down on the floor and leaned against the couch. Alicia made a small noise and jerked awake. "Katie?" she asked after he eyes adjusted. "What are you doing here?"
Katie smiled faintly. "I couldn't sleep?" she asked, trying to give a winning grin.
Alicia made a small noise of disbelief. "Katie, it's at least," she checked her softly glowing watch, "three in the morning! Do you know how late you're up?"
'Don't think of it as very late, so much as...very, very, early," Katie suggested with her smile on at full brightness.
Alicia groaned and sat up on the sofa. "Come here Katie," she said, her voice tinged with weariness as she threw the covers off. Katie settled herself down on the sofa beside Alicia and put the quilt over her. "So why couldn't you sleep?" Alicia asked with endless patience.
"I think I'm having a crisis of faith," Katie finally said. Alicia was confused. "It's really hard to explain."
"Just try to," Alicia cajoled softly. Not for the first time, Katie thought of what a wonderful mother Alicia would be. She was gentle, loving, patient, and could be strict when required to be.
"It's just that..." Katie's voice trailed off and then gathered strength. "Remember who was always there when you got hurt? Remember when we were playing Ravenclaw in your third year, and that Bludger broke your wrist? Who was the first person there? Remember at Halloween the same year when the troll got in? Who did you automatically go to? When you were scared, or hurt, who was always there?"
"Oliver," Alicia said simply. "Whenever I needed a shoulder to cry on, he was always there. Remember when Roger and I broke up in fourth year?"
Katie nodded. Alicia's and Roger Davies nasty breakup had been the talk of Hogwarts for at least two days. Nearly twenty people had seen calm sweet, mild mannered Alicia Spinnet with her hair mussed, screaming at the top of the fourth floor corridor at Roger. He had done something to upset her, Katie wasn't sure what.
"I cried so hard that night," Alicia said. "I just felt so betrayed. But you and Angelina were doing some Quidditch training with the twins, so you weren't there. But Oliver was there. And he didn't say anything. He just held me."
"Yeah," Katie slowly said. "The guys that I know that can actually intelligently listen are well...one."
Alicia rested her blonde head on Katie's light brown one. "I miss him," she said softly. "I really miss him." Tears began to fall down her face and into Katie's hair. Katie began to cry and clung tightly to Alicia. "I really, really miss him."
The two Chasers held each other and shook with the forces of their sobs.