Tiannah received Oliver's reply at breakfast the next morning.

Tiannah,

Wow, the institute sounds cool! I'm starting at Hogwarts in a few days. Mostly, I can't wait for Quidditch. You are so lucky that you can play! You will definitely get on the team. Your friend Hestia sounds nice. Tell her I said hi.

Missing you more,

Oliver

"Aw! He misses you more!" Hestia squealed, having read the letter behind Tiannah's back. "That's so cute." Tiannah rolled her eyes and glared at Hestia.

The first lesson for the day was potions. Professor Harvey was a good-natured man and an adept teacher. The first potion that the first years brewed was a boil solution. There were sixty girls in the room, as they split the first years into two groups, the other group doing charms. Nevertheless, with sixty eleven-year-olds brewing their first potion, explosions were to be expected. Hestia and Tiannah formed a pair, and due to Tiannah's newly discovered talent at potions, they completed their potion first.

"Good job girls!" Professor Harvey praised the pair. Hestia was blushing and twirling her hair. When Harvey turned away, Tiannah faux gagged.

"Ew! Hestia, do you have a thing for him?" the brunette asked in disgust. Hestia didn't answer, only blushed again.

A few days later, Oliver was on The Hogwarts Express. He was sitting with Percy Weasley, a rather pompous boy in his year, and Ken Alcott, a tall, black-haired boy who loved Quidditch. Naturally, Percy was left out of Ken and Oliver's conversation. Oliver, Ken and Percy were all sorted into Gryffindor, along with Dave and Jeff, both of whom were Quidditch fanatics too. As Oliver reached his dormitory, he unpacked his bag and took out the picture of Tiannah and himself, and set it on the wall.

"Woah mate! Is she your girlfriend?" Ken asked Oliver, staring at the mystery girl in the photo. Oliver suddenly felt very protective of Tiannah.

"No, we are just friends; we have been since we were babies," Oliver replied nonchalantly, still wondering why he felt so protective.

Charlie Weasley was the Gryffindor Quidditch captain. Oliver thought that Charlie was an extremely talented Quidditch player, thus he admired him and strived to improve his Quidditch skills. However, even though Oliver tried to distract himself with Quidditch, he still missed his best friend.

Tiannah was also missing Oliver. It had been five weeks since she arrived at The Institute, and Hestia was great, but she needed her oldest friend. It had been weeks since she received Oliver's letter, and it was about time she responded.

Dear Oliver,

I am so sorry that I didn't reply sooner! My private Quidditch training has started, as the first game is in a month. Yes, I made it into The First Year team 1! So I guess you were right. My private tutor is three years above me from The Salem Wizards Institute. I hate most of the lessons; they are so goddamn hard! And the more homework I have, the less time I have for Quidditch. Hestia says hi. She is honestly crazy. She has a crush on our potions master, Professor Harvey. Yuck. He is nice enough, but ew. So how are you?

No, I miss you more,

Tiannah

After she sent the letter, Hestia realized that Tiannah wasn't telling Oliver everything. Well, she thought, I think I will.

Dear Oliver,

My name is Hestia Lawrence. You don't know me, but I am Tiannah's best friend here. I don't know much about you, but I think you are very good looking. Anyway, Tiannah has not told you everything about her year so far. So, I, her best friend, will tell you. Firstly, did she mention that she was quite the crush on her private Quidditch tutor, Theo Jackson? The minute she saw him, she turned red. She can't even look him in the eye. Pity, because he has amazing eyes. And let me tell you, she raves about you. I mean, I don't really listen to all of it, because it is about Quidditch, and it bores me to tears, but it's Oliver Wood this and Oliver Wood that. All day. She misses you. So, I was wondering if we could be friends? We can keep writing to each other if you like, but don't tell her.

From Hestia Lawrence

Hestia was very happy with the letter when she finished.

Oliver received two letters the next morning. He opened the one from Tiannah first, and grinned all the way through reading it. The next letter had unfamiliar handwriting. It was from Hestia, Tiannah's friend. It was certainly an interesting read. Tiannah had a crush on her much older private Quidditch tutor. He felt a stab of annoyance at that fact.

Tiannah's first Quidditch game was today. "Now," began Olivia, the fifth-year captain. "The Salem Wizards Institute are good, but you are all better. Tiannah, Maddie, Lizzie, you are all great chasers, but remember that the Keeper from the other school is very good too. Tanya, your Seeking skills are amazing. Anna, Jackie, you are both superb beaters. And Christina, you are an excellent Keeper," Olivia told all the girls. At Salem, the captains of the first, second and third year teams were not on the team; they advised. The nervous girls walked onto the pitch to face the boys from The Salem Wizards Academy. The whistle blew and the game began.

Tiannah and her team won the match. Hestia greeted her ecstatic best friend and hugged her.

"Congrats! You truly took some amazing shots!" Hestia squealed.

"Thanks, Hest! You were an amazing cheerleader!" she replied happily.

"Yeah, thanks! An- Oh look, here comes Theo!" Hestia exclaimed, quickly fixing her friends hair.

"Now breathe, Tiannah," she said reassuringly, pushing her friend forward.

"I told you, Hest! I don't like hi-" she was cut off by Theo hugging her. "Wow! You were amazing out there!" Theo said proudly.

"Thank you, Theo," Tiannah replied shyly, turning pink.

Christmas came along. Oliver sent the most adorable card to Tiannah, saying how much he missed her and how he couldn't wait for summer. Well, Hestia found it adorable. The present from Oliver was an emerald, green Quaffle. Tiannah smiled; he remembered her favourite colour.

Oliver missed Tiannah a lot during Christmas. Every year they had a snow fight, and afterwards kept each other warm by the fire. He longed for the days of snow fights, sitting by the lake at sunset and playing Quidditch together.

Christmas break was long over. The next Quidditch match was to be played by the First Year team number 2. They won the match narrowly against The Lastrygonian Witchcraft and Wizardry Academy. Each year level had two Quidditch teams, each one alternating between matches. Unless there was a draw, each year level had three matches. For the last match, the team that lost by the fewer amounts of points, meaning the Lastrygonians, would verse the higher winning team, meaning team one from The Salem Witches Institute for the first years. At the end of the year, the school that won the most points, adding up wins from first to seventh year, won the School Cup. So far, The Salem Witches Institute were narrowly winning. Theo was training Tiannah harder than ever to ensure the Salem Witches Institute would win for the first years. Theo had damaged his knee when he was in second year, and couldn't play. However, he was an excellent trainer and he wasn't at all biased about his school. In fact, he found most of the people from his school very rude to The Salem Witches Institute. He preferred Tiannah's school winning.

Gryffindor wasn't going very well. They had been smashed by Ravenclaw and even narrowly defeated by Hufflepuff. That just left the last game of the year, Gryffindor vs. Slytherin, to happen in a few weeks. Oliver felt like yelling at the inept players. The year was ending, with only two months left. Oliver still corresponded with Tiannah, and, occasionally, Hestia. Hestia told him the things that Tiannah didn't deem important enough to tell, or too embarrassing. It was only two months until he could see his best friend again.

"YES!" Tiannah yelled when her team won the match. Tanya had caught the snitch when The Institute was already two-hundred points ahead. Tiannah was jumping up and down with Hestia, squealing. The hysterical brunette was hugging her whole team and her captain. The first years were the last team of the year to do their match, their victory meaning that the whole of The Institute won.

"Tiannah! You did amazing!" Theo yelled, jumping on her and hugging her. Tiannah grinned, hugged Tanya, and screamed praise at her. The team made their way back to the showers, girls from The Institute clapping every member on the back. The euphoria of winning didn't disperse all night.

Gryffindor had lost the cup. Charlie was disappointed, but Slytherin were too good. Oliver was annoyed, as he could see the weak players in the team. The Keeper was leaving next year, and Oliver thought he might have a chance at the position.

Tiannah decided not to tell Oliver that she won until she saw him, in only a few days. Hestia was excited about going home. Tiannah suggested that they meet up on the holidays, but Hestia was going to Italy. In a way, Tiannah was glad, because as selfish as it sounded, she wanted Oliver to herself. The day came when she said goodbye to all her new friends, and boarded the plane to Britain with Hestia.

"So you get to see your boyfriend again," Hestia teased her friend. Tiannah playfully shoved the blonde girl and laughed. Hestia was still corresponding with Oliver, but Tiannah didn't know. Although Hestia may come across as very shallow, she was smart. And she was almost certain that Tiannah and Oliver liked each other, even if they never would admit it. Or maybe they didn't know, yet.

"So, I can't wait to get to Italy! So many cute boys... and great shops!" Hestia said wistfully. Tiannah rolled her eyes.

"So what are your plans these holidays?" the blonde questioned, as the plane took off.

"Nothing much. Spending time with Oliver and playing Quidditch," Tiannah replied, picking at the nail polish on her fingers that Hestia insisted she put on. Her hand swooped down on Tiannah's.

"No picking at the polish. It looks good," Hestia said firmly. Tiannah rolled her eyes again and started to fiddle with the picture of Oliver and herself. Hestia smiled wryly at the action. Almost certain.