Sugarquill

It's back! QUIDDITCH IS BACK! ANGELINA GOT QUIDDITCH BACK!

One day without the game and I already felt so deprived. Not that it wasn't an eventful and fun day, but Quidditch would've made yesterday perfect. It didn't exactly make today perfect, but it's good knowing it's back. Wow, I'm obsessed.

Angelina sort of barged into me this morning when she was looking for McGonagall's office. She is such an amateur. She seemed really determined to get the game back; after all, she spoke to me, didn't she? She needed directions, and she was stumbling and panting — I couldn't help but grin. Then she thanked me in half a breath and ran off. Starkers. But apparently that's something I like.

I had to admit I felt a little good after talking to her though. It seemed like putting the fate of the sacred sport of Quidditch in Angelina's hands was not only a safe move, but the one that would bring it back. Umbridge never stood a chance…only a woman who was an Angelina in her youth can battle the real thing. Somehow, I think Umbridge was always an Umbridge. I shudder at the thought of a child in that toad suit. Oh goodness, I wondered if she was friends with Mrs. Norris when she attended Hogwarts.

Funny story before I go back to testing, it's about dear Patricia. So, I'm at the library to check out a book on doxy venom (George didn't record the side effects) and guess who I see looking cozy with a guy? Trish! I recognized the dude as Andrew Rimmer, he's a Ravenclaw and has strawberry blond hair. Nice enough bloke, rather shy. Anyways, he and Trish were sitting at the table. I didn't confront them though. She would have said they were just studying, but I believe that as much as she is going to go collect goat eggs with Trelawney in the morning.

ANYWAY — I have no focus at all, do I? — after about an hour or so later, Katie came up to me saying…

"Fred! FRED! Angelina got Quidditch back, isn't it fantastic? She's said we're to have an emergency practice now to make up for yesterday's…so be in the changing rooms by seven!"

"Yes!" I cried. "Quidditch! And — wait — seven? Seven o'clock today? In that weather?"

"Yes," said Katie, looking slightly irritated. "Any problems?"

"Well, no…but George and I were planning on testing some Skiving Snackboxes this evening and…"

"Not a legitimate excuse, if you ask me," said Katie. "Bring it up with the captain if you like." And then she left. Ask Ang to skip practice, the odds of her saying yes were so low that I bet first we would see the dementor's and Umbridge doing a square dance in the great hall whilst Dumbledore shaved his beard. I went in search of George, to tell him we had to test the New and Improved Fever Fudge now…we'd given it a precise amount of hours to soak in water plus four drops of doxy venom, and now we had to test them out to see if the fever itself was higher than the last time where it had reached a grand total of…thirty-seven degrees Celsius. Fabulous. Not. Anyway — there goes my focus again — I found him with Lee in the dormitory.

"All right, lads," I said in a voice not unlike Wood's. "We've got to test that Fudge now or never. Angelina's gotten Quidditch back —" They each gave a loud whoop, "— and we've got emergency practice at seven o'clock." George's jaw dropped.

"Get the Fudge," he said to Lee. It was all quite serious, like we were Aurors about to test a deadly potion that could either save our lives or kill us. It's one of the two, right?

Lee came in with the ten sticks of Fever Fudge we'd made, holding them out on a tray so George and I could take one each.

"Hold your nose," Lee suggested. For once, we listened. And…in went the orange side. For a few minutes we chewed, then waited. Suddenly, Lee doubled over.

"Oof!" he shouted.

"Lee!" I cried. "Wha —"

"OOF!" Echoed George, making me turn on the spot, but before I could ask him what was wrong, I bent over myself with a loud "Oof!"

I won't elaborate, not even in my diary, but I think it's safe to say that I felt like I'd been kicked very hard somewhere that it hurt more than anywhere else. For about two more minutes, the three of us just writhed on our own individual bits of carpet, gasping slightly. What's more, we began to sweat like mad…feverishly. Finally, it passed.

"That was…unexpected," breathed Lee.

"Terrifying," agreed George. "What happened anyway?"

"Dunno," I said, getting up. "Who wants to find out?" We looked at each other nervously, waiting for someone to speak. In the end it was George.

"I'll go," he said, throwing up his hands in surrender. "I always go."

"That's not true," Lee muttered discreetly as George disappeared into the bathroom. "Sometimes I have to go."

When George emerged looking grim he told us what had happened: Boils. The Fever Fudge-Doxy Venom mix had proved fatal and in the process of raising our temperatures, it had given us these huge, pus-filled boils.

"Ugh," I said. "Let's not think about it. Come on, we can play Exploding Snap until Quidditch."

And so we did, and only when George and I were in the changing rooms did the weather come back to haunt us again. It wasn't rain anymore; it was rain out to seek revenge. We considered using the Snackboxes to get out of it.

"— but I bet she'd know what we'd done," I muttered to George. "If only I hadn't offered to sell her some Puking Pastilles yesterday —"

"We could try the Fever Fudge," George said out of the corner of his mouth, "no one's seen that yet —"

I gave him a withering look as Ron and Harry ambled over. Honestly, George has the memory of a shoe sometimes.

"Does it work?" Ron asked hopefully, overhearing George's comment about the Fudge.

"Well, yeah," I said, "your temperature'll go right up —"

"— but you get these massive pus-filled boils too," said George, "and we haven't worked out how to get rid of them yet."

"I can't see any boils," Ron said, sounding confused. Poor bloke doesn't have a clue what's going on.

"No, well, you wouldn't," I said darkly. "They're not in a place we generally display to the public —"

"— but they make sitting on a broom a right pain in the —"

"All right, everyone, listen up," I'm so glad Angelina interfered when she did. Well, in another way I wasn't glad, because that meant we were that much closer to having to practice. I couldn't even get out of practice with her royal braids with the boils I got as an excuse. Ha. Braids and Boils. What an adorable couple we'll make someday. Not that I am still pursuing her or anything.

In the end the practice can be summed up by these three key elements:

1. Zero Visibility

2. The lake — being emptied over our heads

3. PAIN

Not brilliant fun, I can tell you. And it took an hour of that — minus the pain — to make old Ang the Braids give up. Good thing, though, George and I had our doubts about whether or not she'd even end practice, ever. We kept wincing in the changing room afterwards, distracted from our pain only when Harry poked himself in the eye and screamed bloody murder. Stupid moose.

Authors' Note: TADA! I think I did well this time, I think I agree. I wrote the whole thing at once, except the first three paragraphs…those were done in English class. I love writing fanfiction in school! Happy b-day! I would sing to you but this is a virtual world, so I hope you understand.

F98.6 FC 5/9 plus 32

For all you Americans out there!

MellyV- Everyone seems to have midterms, except for me. I feel special. I only have a final in ground school, bloody FAA. Tev's no cursing spell made me grin blushes ahh shucks, and getting Quidditch back — of course we had to have it there, because the world totally revolves around quidditch and alongside Umbridge the cow because she really is one! Yay! Glad you liked the whole poking-his-eye-out-with-his-wand thing; I added that in when I beta-ed the chappie.

Blink182Rox- I think you should read our other story, A Wizard's Guide to Fanfiction, especially chapter two, which covers relevant reviews. And Meg Cabot's book characters aren't all that bad, I've taken a liking to some of them meself…:-P I once read an awesome book by her when it was all conversations over the net and it was a whole guy next door with fake identity who takes care of his friends grandma(whose is in a coma) apartment and she thinks hes someone else. Sorry, I wasn't offended )why does everyone think this!) I simply didn't think you handled my critism well.

Dark Hermit Kaelin- Haha, of course Ang is a fanatic, aren't we all? Harry says she's channeling Wood's spirit, doesn't he? Yes! Perhaps we will find out for sure…That was kind of creepy. Anywho, how come you haven't updated? pouts

Flagstonejester- Yeah! Tev's good at the random descriptions of Umbridge. Like the whole demonic kitten lady thing…I still haven't fully gotten over how cool that was. Thankyou, I always do love a good insult. Its one of my favorite pastimes. Thanks for reviewing my other stories!

Nikki Weasley- Ack! I still need to review Sister to Cousin. I think I did. 'Scuse me, have zero time lately. Gyah. I think you made up that word. I took the challenge though, and you didn't review it!

P,P,M- Imagine the seconds I've saved typing that instead of the whole thing. Wow. You didn't offend Tev, did she Tev? Nopers, I actually found it quite amuseing. In fact, you stirred up a whole conversation about words ending in 'oose' in which I suggested toose and Tev called me a silly poose. Also Moony, I called you a silly goose, but you would be a cool one like in Charlie and the Chocolate factory with the golden eggs (or were they swans) I practically fell out of my chair. I am no moose, I thought that comment was directed at me! Harry's a moose, see? I always thought of him as a coose though. I think this chappie was a bit shorter — did you stay awake the whole time? Also, I would like to say I remembered my question. It was about the Daily Prophet. My mentor (she's really awesome) gave me a challenge to write a journalistic story on Moaning Mrytle (she read my other story) and her demise to evaluate my journalism skill, and so I was hoping that if I post it

A) You'd let me borrow the whole newspaper thing or

B) You could guest feature it in one of your stories.

So please REVIEW, guys! Check out our other co-written story, A Wizard's Guide to Fanfiction, posted under my penname which is Desipoplover13 in case you forgot—and let me know what you think of my new penname possibility, QuidditchMoke! I still don't like it, it would be quite odd for your mediator fics. Also, yay for both Authoresses now being FOURTEEN, o yea. :-D My present is a virtually five tiered cake complete with fifty sugar roses. Its chocolate.