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"Spinnet! I said left! LEFT!"

"I am going left!"

"No, MY left!"

"Well then you should have said so!"

Stupid Oliver Wood and his stupid dawn practices. Stupid Stupid Stupid. Well, if he thinks I'm going to be cheery and play well at 12 AM, he's got another thing coming.

And I swear, if he tells me one more time that I have to drop 2 seconds later, he'll have my fist coming. And connecting. With his face.

"Spinnet!"

"WHAT?"

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How, HOW, is it possible that I was looking forward to the quidditch season? I should have known life would be hell with Wood captain.

Why couldn't he have fallen off a bridge? Or 3?

Practice had ended (finally) at 6, and I had no idea how our prat of a captain expected us to get through the day.

So, grumbling all the way, I stepped into the change room to something nice.

Across the ceiling was a huge 'No More Dawn Practices!' banner, and it doesn't take a genius to know who put that up.

The twins had stepped in after Ang, Katie and me, and took a quick bow, before grabbing quills they both had in their back pocket and signing it.

Fred turned and looked at us chasers. "Aren't you going to sign it? It doesn't mean much if it's just us. What about you Harry?"

Hesitant, Angie took the quill, climbed up on a bench to reach it, and signed it. Katie did the same, and Harry, after being prodded by George, signed in small letters in the corner.

"And what about you, Alicia? We seem to be missing your signature, and with all the noise you made at practice," I hit him "We thought you'd be the first!"

I shrugged. "Everyone else was hogging the quills!" And, in nice, big lettering, wrote "SUPPORTED BY SPINNET" right in the center.

"Now, come on, let's see if we can get changed and out of here before Ollie returns with the balls."

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Classes that morning were dull. Really dull.

I mean, it could have had something to do with the fact that I was barely awake enough to pay attention, thanks to a goddamn quidditch captain (who fortunately hadn't seen us yet).

Speaking of which, I'm in History Of Magic (hence the reason I am able to write this down), and I'm kind of scared to go to lunch next, just because Oliver will be there.

And who knows how badly he'll take it.

He could just laugh, because we didn't cause any physical damage. It's possible, right? I mean, a banner is completely different than protesting plays by flying them upside down and 'accidentally' dropping things on him.

Of course, he could take it badly, because he's Oliver. And Oliver can take anything badly.

Aiee. I need a distraction.

Are you going to stop writing in that book and pay attention?

Ah. Message from George. Perfect.

Hypocrite. And besides, how do you know I'm not taking notes? Hmm?

Are you serious with that? Do you ever take notes?

No-o-o… But you don't either. So there.

Oh, how clever of you darling. I swear, one day a Slytherin is going to come up and insult you, and your going to make him cry with one word.

Pffh. I'll just shove you in front of me. Should scare them off.

Because of my manly physique?

Because of your face.

Oh, very clever today indeed.

Sarcastic git. He's lucky I love him.

I mean, not LOVE love but FRIEND love…

Right?

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Ooh, it's lunchtime. Time to see how our dear little Gryffindor quidditch captain took things.

"Do you see him?" Ang whispered to me as we entered the Hall.

"Nope. How hard can it be to spot him? He's 6 foot 3 and has bright red hair."

"Not as red as the Weasley's."

"Not the point Angelina. Still don't see him?

"Nope."

We made our way to the table, still looking like we were mad, swiveling our heads all over the place, until we gave up and took our regular seats at the table, near Fred, George, and Lee.

"Did you see him?" Even though Lee wasn't on the team, he always knew what went on there. And was the main bet-taker on whether or not one of us would die the next week.

We shook our heads and started piling food onto our plates. Or, Angie did. I had a salad.

"Is that all your going to eat?" Ang asked.

Oh here we go. The whole 'If-you-don't-eat-enough-you-could-get-sick-and-die-and-you-really-should-be-eating-more' talk.

I'm allowed to only want a salad for lunch. I'm allowed to only eat a salad for lunch. I'm perfectly healthy, and with the amount I eat at dinner, she really shouldn't complain so much.

But I was spared of yelling this to her when Katie sat down beside me.

"Did you see Oliver?"

All of us shook our heads.

"How could you miss him?" Katie seemed shocked. "He's right over at the Hufflepuff table, lip-locked with Sheila Kay."

Everyone's head swiveled around to face the yellow and black table, except for Katie, who took the opportunity to swipe one of Lee's fries ('Hey!'), and stared.

Sure enough, what Katie said was true. There he was, our own 6th year captain, kissing a Hufflepuff beater!

"If you ask me, he's showing complete double-standards. When I dated Roger Davie, he nearly killed me."

Leave it to Katie to notice this. And it was true. I didn't date much, but I went out with a Ravenclaw beater and he spent an hour of practice yelling that I was a traitor.

Well we weren't going to let him get away with that, now were we?