A/N: This was a challenge from one of my sisters: to write exactly one hundred and three words, and so I did. After that, I extended it a bit so that I could post it. It's just a brief moment between Angelina and Oliver. Enjoy!
Oliver eyed the Quidditch pitch with apprehension. Today was their big game against the Slytherins, and he wasn't sure if he was able to go out there, knowing that Cup was so close to being handed out. He wanted to win it so badly, more than any other person at Hogwarts could ever dream of. Seven years of dreaming, six of playing keeper, and four of being the team captain had heightened his desires of achieving the goal, and not once since he had been at the school had Gryffindor come as close as they were now to winning the Cup.
Jerking him out of his thoughts was a hand being set on his shoulder: it was both a nervous grip and one of resolute courage intermingling to form a feeling of hope. Oliver spun around to see one of his Chasers, Angelina, looking up at him.
"Hey," she said, her voice cracking slightly in the cold morning air. "It's going to be all right. We'll win this easily. We won't fail you, Oliver. We're more scared of your wrath then we are of the Slytherins and what they might try. And besides, you've prepared us for this, and taught us more then we could have ever hoped to have learned. You're a great leader, and we won't disappoint you Trust me…Keeper and Captain."
The seventh year smiled. "Of course…Chaser," he responded bleakly, a fondness swelling inside of him at the use of the nicknames they had used since Angelina had become a Chaser five years ago. It brought him a bit of solace that was greatly needed, and for that reason, he wanted to thank her, but no words would come forth, no matter how strongly he beckoned them.
The pair stood for a moment, staring out at the Quidditch Pitch as the sun rose on it, casting long, dark shadows upon them. The noise of soft speaking alerted the pair that Alicia and Katie had arrived.
They spun around, watching the two girls approached the Weasley twins not far behind, Harry nowhere to be seen yet. Angelina looked up at Oliver once more before saying quietly, "We'll all do our best for you."
Oliver shot her a brief grin, then turned to his arriving companions. "All right, guys," he said, rubbing his hands together briskly, "it's my last year here, and you know what we're going to do about it?"
"Bake a cake?" asked Fred as he arrived.
"Go fishing?" added George, coming up behind his brother.
"Nope," Oliver replied, turning to the Gryffindor locker room. "We're going to kick some Slytherin butt. Let's play Quidditch."