Author's Note: You know, I am really sorry that I keep cramming these in here. I really am. Last one.

I just wanted to let everyone know that I will be going out of state tomorrow night and will not get back until the morning of 7/25, and will probably be too exhausted to write then. This is the last chapter until then, sorry it's short, but I wanted to give everyone a satisfying pause until next Monday or Tuesday or whenever. At which time it will continue.

I also, at this time, would like to plug my profile, in which I answered a 'Question from Fandom' and took about half of an hour typing it up in neat, outline-fashion, but all work was for naught when lined it up on the left side. It's pretty sweet though. is done plugging self now

Right. Thanks. Carry on.

Chapter 6

"Katie, coffee is terrible for you. You know it, too." Was the first thing that Ana felt the need to criticize,upon entering the back room of WWW.

I have to admit, all I was able to do after draining that coffee cup was blankly stare at her. Ana. My SISTER was invading MY TURF. I couldn't fully comprehend why Ana was visiting me and my friends at the shop that was owned by my friends, after she was the reason that I had to sleep outside the night before. Once again, you got lucky in the sibling department.

Did she think that I would, honestly, be happy to see her? Because I wasn't. Happy to see her, that is. Which I'm sure that you all could see, Alicia, due to the scowl on my face.

Trying not to crumble the cup in my clenching hands, I slammed it down on the desk. George jumped. Honestly, Alicia. Who would even have the nerve to do what she did?

"What are you doing here? Why couldn't you wait until tomorrow?", I spat through clenched teeth. Fred grew more attentive and Lee leaned against the wall. You know how they get when they perk up. It's as if they can tell that someone is about to get their head bitten off. More Lee than the twins, though.

Nothing makes Lee happier than a good fight.

My sister jutted her hip out and placed her fist upon it. "Don't flatter yourself, Katherine", she said calmly. This should have been a clue. She was calm. You always need to be suspicious when she is not protesting something. She had her Harpies Sweater on, and a bag hung over her shoulder. It amazed me that she could just go to practice like it was any other day. "I didn't know where you would be tomorrow. But I knew you were here this morning. Connor told me."

My eyes narrowed and I made a mental note to try harder to dump the gravy boat on my brother's lap next time. It was terrible how betrayed I felt, Alicia. "Git", was what I muttered before slouching off of the desk and mimicking her pose. Alicia, I tell you, that pose that she always stands in? It makes you feel powerful. You should try it sometime.

Ana's neutral face struck me as she threw her bag to the floor and began rummaging around. Out came her beaters' bat, a shoe, a ribbon (Who carries a ribbon in their quidditch bag? It's not very threatening.), and finally, a hand full of arm and shin guards.

"I am trying to help you out here, Kate. We didn't get a chance to talk last night," No kidding. "So I never got to tell you what to expect with England National." I looked at her doubtfully and wondered why she was helping me out. Was it so wrong to wonder why my sister was helping me? I mean, she had never played with England National, either.

Ana swept her dark hair over her shoulder and, with the guards in one hand, began ticking off points on the other. With each point, she gave her head a little bob. "First off, don't ever be late. Second, don't disrespect players who have played nationally longer than you, unless you want to be challenged to a duel." A grim realization passed through my head, as I realized that I could never talk back to anyone. I'd be flattened in a duel in moments flat. That would be the hardest part of playing nationally, I predicted. You giggled, and Lee and Angelina exchanged an amused glance. No one thought that I saw. But I did. Oh yes. I did.

"And third", Ana threw the guards to the floor by my feet with an air of arrogance. "Always wear those. Thompson doesn't play by league scrimmage rules." I narrowed my eyes in thought toward the pile of gear, and then up toward Ana again. She honestly thought that I needed them?

"Don't you—" I started, but was cut off by a wave of her elegant hand. Always Elegant, Alicia. That was my sister. "I have my bat. Wear them, Kate, or dad will never forgive me." I noted that she didn't mention mum after the row that had taken place. I couldn't decide if this was tactful, or thoughtless. I settled on the nice neutral ground of unwitting. A nice, neutral ground in which you happen to be working on your tan much of the year, Alicia.

Just kidding, dear. I'm keeping you on your toes.

I rolled my eyes in a Weasley imitation, and sighed. "Fine. Whatever." I muttered, and something hit me in the face. I thought myself foolish that I had believed that our fight was over like that. That we could just forget about it as if nothing had ever happened. Gred and Forge chortled in all of their Weasley glory and Lee whooped.

To my shame, I yelped, and spastically pulled off the object. It was my cloak. The one that Connor had thrown over the hook for me after I was late. Ana sighed and brushed a lazy hand in my direction, speaking to Angelina. "I tell you, my sister is so forgetful." She said that, Alicia. Do you remember? To Angelina. I thought that I would die.

I turned red. I believed that I had found the reason that she had apparated down here, and that it was solely to humiliate me. Ana grinned at me and began to turn away. "Almost nine, dear. Can't be late for practice. Air kiss, can't ruin the makeup." My, I'm ashamed to say it, sister puckered up her lips and smacked them in my direction with acute punctuation and picked up her bag at the same time.

I sighed in return and nodded. I have never been able to force myself to 'air kiss' someone. It is too ridiculous, Alicia. I don't care if you have picked it up or not. I say if you want to kiss someone, kiss them full out.

As Ana prepared to swing the back door shut behind her, she looked over her shoulder, and called out, "Check the front pocket, Kate! Tell me what you think later!" before she disappeared behind the oak.

Afraid for my life, my wardrobe, and most especially my future well-being, I reached hesitantly into my pocket. And pulled out…A crumpled piece of parchment. I frowned. I was expecting something a little more dramatic of my sister. Lights, in the least.

Pulling it apart between my fingers, I read aloud:

Kate; Dave proposed! Of course I told him that I can't be forced into a traditional marriage due to the low involvement of married women in the wizarding world, and that I must represent these silent few. That was the first thing. But I am moving into his flat! Congratulate me! Love, Ana

"Oh God", I groaned aloud, joined in by a few. Who was that, Alicia? I've always remembered Angelina specifically, but who else groaned? I don't think that it was you, was it? I looked over to Fred, who was pulling himself out of his leisurely position, and telling George that he had better wake up, because it was time to open shop.

George's eyes snapped open from their dreamlike gaze, and he lurched out of his chair. Suddenly, he was awake and ready to go. I do idolize his ability to do that, I really do.

You took this moment of confusion to grab me by the arm and take my broom. "C'mon." You said, as you ushered me toward the back good of WWW, barely giving me time to collect my duffle. "There's just enough time to acquaint you with my couch."

Before we had time to make our goodbyes ("They'll be here when we get back", you promised), you had steered me quickly toward the door. I kicked it open, and before it had time to stick all the way in the jamb, I heard Fred and George loudly and enthusiastically greeting their first customers as if it wasn't nine in the morning and as if one of them hadn't just woken up.

Which it most certainly was and one of them mostdefinitely had.