Practice that Monday was awful.

"No! Ron, quit DODGING the ball and try to BLOCK it!" Angelina cried, exhausted. Harry flew down to her.

"I hope Ron can do better in the upcoming game." He said. Angelina raised her eyebrows.

"Of course you do. Everyone does, even Ron himself. Now get out there and get the snitch." Harry grinned at Angelina's annoyance and flew off. Suddenly Angelina saw something heading straight for her face! She ducked and looked over her shoulder to see a bludger shooting back at the field. She looked to find the closest beater. Fred was hovering nearby and George was off hitting a bludger away from Harry.

"Fred!!!!!!!!!!!!" Angelina growled. He looked at her but didn't say a word.

"You know what guys, practice is over!" She grabbed her clipboard and stormed off.

"Angelina!!" Ginny called, but Angelina ignored her and continued on her way up to the common room, where she grabbed some pink ink, a quill, and a roll of parchment. She then walked to the deserted room on the fourth floor and set out her stuff on a desk. She dipped the quill into the ink and began to write:

Dear Oliver,

How are you? How's work? How's quiditch? I'm so angry at Fred! We were having practice and he was just sitting there idly and ignored a bludger that could've killed me! I ducked, but I ended practice on the spot.

Thinking about this she thought it was kind of a foolish thing to say and crossed it out and instead wrote:

I ducked, but I ended practice on the spot. I ducked so it missed me and I'm okay. Anyways, please write. I miss you already and it's only Monday.

Love, Angelina ¢Ω

That was it. She folded up the letter and took it to the owlery where she sent her great horned owl Henrietta with it to Oliver.

When she returned to the common room the whole team was sitting around bored and sweaty. She sighed and felt like an idiot. When she walked over to the couch Katie came and sat next to her, even though Ginny and Harry moved.

"Are you okay?" Katie asked Angelina with sincerity. Angelina felt so bad that she had treated the team like dirt and now Katie was being so sweet.

"I... Yeah. I'm fine. I'm so sorry... god, I can't believe how foolish I was." Angelina had always been a truthful person.

"Yeah well don't worry about it." Katie said casually.

"Are you kidding me? Do you see all these people who are bored and let down because of me?!" Angelina raised her voice and stood up. A few people looked up. "It wasn't even that big of a deal and I feel like shit now. Seriously, how much worse could a captain be?? I'm really sorry guys." She finished, her eyes welling up with tears, and slowly trudged out of the portrait whole. Now Oliver was her only escape from this awful situation.

"Ang!" Someone had followed her, great. She turned around to see it was Fred. Tears were streaming down her face now. "It's okay!" He said, "Really, it's fine now. Everyone's forgiven you-" He looked down at her sad face and hugged her.

Angelina hesitated at first, but then wrapped her arms around his waist and buried her face in his chest. It felt so good to be with Fred. Angelina started to talk, but Fred only hugged her closer. She quieted.

After five minutes of standing like that she looked up at him. He was so beautiful. He mirrored her gaze and she reached up and kissed him. It felt wonderful. Suddenly she pulled away. Fred stood there, shocked two times in a row.

"I'm sorry, Fred, I'm so sorry." As she ran away down the coroder crying silently he stood there watching after her.

He whispered "For what?" but nobody heard him, and nobody answered.