Brilliant. A Saturday. And not just any Saturday, mind you. A Hogsmeade Saturday, also know as the best kind of Saturday there is!

It was bright and early as I bounced about the dormitory, readying myself for the day. Rosaline, Carolina, and Fiona were still sleeping, most likely because it was only 6.30 in the morning. Ah well, we can't all be morning people!

I, on the other hand, was completely dressed for the exciting Hogsmeade excursion and had just finished my makeup before I bounded down the stairs, straight through the common room, and out the door. Early risers get to explore the castle. Or, as it was in my case, make a quick dash to the kitchens, thus avoiding the lazy "morning rush" of Saturday breakfasts to the dining hall.

After tickling the pear, I moved into the kitchens, grabbing an apple before checking what else the house elves had prepared for the morning. I nearly tripped over one, who squealed in fear and quickly ducked away. Rather clumsy of me, I know, but it's not my fault that they're a fair amount shorter than the rest of us. Well, comparatively, of course. I quickly snatched up a roll and was on my merry way, this time looking to the ground as I left. To nearly trip once is bad enough, but a second time would be too much, ever for me.

And, as luck would have it, I collided with a very solid someone upon exiting the kitchens. They stumbled backwards, and, I suppose in an attempt to steady themselves, grabbed on to me. Well, it goes without saying that we soon found ourselves on the floor in a very compromising situation. I had lost my apple and roll in the process, both a ways down the corridor. I looked sadly after them, before turning my attention to whichever Hogwarts male I was straddling.

"Wood!" I cried in disgust, scurrying backwards and off of him.

"Rue, I was actually-"

I cut him off, "I've, erm, got somewhere to be."

"At seven in the morning?"

"Well, yeah. Clearly. I'm an important person. I do important things. Sometimes those things are scheduled at seven in the morning." I adjusted the sleeves of my blouse in a very matter-of-fact fashion.

He raised an eyebrow, "I honestly doubt that." He pushed himself up off the floor, before crossing the distance between us and offering me his hand. I scowled at his outstretched hand but took it, being pulled to my feet by my sworn enemy. Pathetic, Rue. Truly, truly pathetic.

"Do you doubt my importance, Wood?"

"I didn't mean it that way. I'm sure you're a very important person," he paused. "Well, at least in your own mind you are."

Again, I scowled at his remark, picking up my apple and roll.

I turned to him after checking over my precious foodstuffs, "Can't you find a blasted hole in this castle dark enough to hide your monstrous visage?"

"Could say the same to you."

"Scottish prick."

No response.

"Merlin's trousers, Wood, at least try to insult me back!"

He raised his eyebrows at that. "Why should I bother? It seems to anger you more when I don't."

"Oh, I get it. You're bitter because I've twice turned down your Hogsmeade offer."

"Hm, that's an interesting observation."

"Well, what else would you be so ill-disposed about?"

"I have a life beyond you," he said.

It was my turn to raise my eyebrows, "Oho! Is that so? Why're you skulking around then?"

"I'm definitely not 'skulking.'"

"Hmmm, I think you are."

Again, no response.

I huffed, "Well, I really must be going, as lovely as your company is." I turned and proceeded down the corridor. I faltered, though, when Wood called out my name. Quickly recovering, I continued on my way.

"Why won't you go to Hogsmeade with me?" He called after me.

"To put it simply," I called back, rounding the corner to an adjacent corridor, "it's because you're you!"

After wandering about the castle for an hour or two, I entered the common room, having completely forgotten my awkward moment with Wood outside the kitchens. You know, the one where I was straddling him... Which is quite inappropriate. I would never straddle a fellow such as Wood. I could do better. But why bother thinking of such things? Nothing of the kind happened with him. The only thing that happened was me verbally abusing the bloke. And it was quite entertaining, indeed.

"Where've you been that's got you so chipper?" Fiona asked as I flopped next to her on a sofa.

"Insulting Wood always puts me in a chipper mood. You know that."

"Ah. Did he ask you to Hogsmeade again?"

"Surprisingly, no. He did, however, ask why I turned him down."

"And why's that?"

"Because he's him. Obviously."

"Too good for Wood?"

I smirked, "You ought to be a poet, Fi."

"Hush up, twat. I don't see what your tiff is with that boy. He's never done anything to you."

"Yes, he most certainly has! Before we were even sorted, way back when, he said I couldn't play Quidditch because I was a girl! Well, showed 'im, didn't I? And then, when I made the team in second year, he insisted on flicking balled-up pieces of parchment at me all throughout History of Magic the entire year," I took a deep breath before continuing. "Then there was third year, when he blamed me for his absolute failure of a first match of Quidditch, as though it were my fault he injured himself. He had the whole Gryffindor Quidditch team on my case for months! And then fourth year, he-"

"Rue recounting why she hates Wood so much?" Rose asked, taking a seat in an armchair.

"Yes."

"Listening?"

"Nope."

"Fine, then!" I cried. "Some mates you lot are! I have good reasons for disliking the bloke, and that's that."

"Oi, sibling!" I looked up, my brother approaching my little group of friends.

"Yeah?"

"Come with me."

"Why?"

"Just do. Please?"

"Fine," I sighed, dragging myself from my comfortable location on the couch. "I'll see you all later, yeah? If I'm not back, just meet at the Broomsticks. Usual table."

"Yep, see you."

I followed Klaus to the Great Hall, where we met up with Anna.

"Hullo," I smiled pleasantly.

"Morning!"

"So, Klaus, why'd you need me?"

"Figured we should catch up."

"Lovely."

We sat at the Hufflepuff table with Anna, my brother proceeding to heap as much onto his plate as possible. I made a face, completely disgusted by the ordeal.

"Fo, hore fings?" Klaus asked, after stuffing a forkful into his mouth.

"Erm," I looked at Anna who just shrugged, munching happily on her cereal. "Well, things have been good."

"Heah?"

"Klaus, please don't talk with your mouth full of food. It's disgusting. And a bit difficult to understand, I must say."

He swallowed, "Fine, fine. Well, what's this about you having postponed Quidditch tryouts till tomorrow?"

"Eh, our first game isn't until January. Plus, I figured I'd let people settle into their classes."

"You mean, you knew Wood got word when you were having the tryouts and you were terrified he might try to sabotage it like you did to him last year."

"Well, yeah, that too."

"You know he knows, though, right?"

"Yes, I know," I furrowed my brow. "I can't put it off any longer, though. I want to start practicing. And Flitwick's a bit put off by my reluctance to have to tolerate the second and third years who try out. He thinks it's elitist of me," I huffed.

"Well, it is. But, I can see why you don't little ones on the team. Although, you were let on the team as a second year."

"Not my fault that I'm talented."

"Ha, that's what you call it?"

I rolled my eyes. Klaus stuck his tongue out at me before shoveling some bacon into his mouth. I sneered and looked away. My brother could be so disgusting to watch.

"So," Anna spoke up. "What's this I've heard about you and Wood?"

"What?" I looked at her, surprised.

"I've heard around that you two have been almost friendly. And that he's asked you to Hogsmeade a few times."

"Yeah, he's barking."

"I don't understand," Anna said slowly. Of course you don't, Hufflepuff.

"I'm not interested in him."

"I fought oo vere?" Klaus asked, looking up from his plate.

"Shut up, Klaus. You are so disgusting!"

"Forry."

"Anyway," Anna cleared her throat, "you were saying?"

"Oh, right. Well, I'm completely disinterested in the bloke. Not my type. Haven't quite lowered myself to accepting the standards of wankers."

"Hm, what if he fancied you, though?"

"Which he doesn't. And, if he does, he's barmy and should be promptly sent to Saint Mungo's to be checked out."

"That's just what I've heard."

"From who?"

"Just... people. Some Gryffindors. And others."

"Well, don't believe it. Because I don't. I think he's just trying to be a prick."

"Why don't you just give him a chance?"

"He's a Gryffindor. And he's Scottish. And he's, well..."

Klaus swallowed before triumphantly finishing my statement for me, "He's Wood! That's why she won't give him a chance!"

Klaus brandished his fork. I raised my eyebrow at him.

I hurried to the carriages, having finally separated myself from the two lovebirds of luuuuurve. Disgusting, really. I hoped I never looked so foolish.

"Oi, wait up!" I cried, having seen Carolina climbing into a carriage.

I hurried, quickly hopping inside and pulling the door closed, "Onward to Hogsmeade!"

My mates laughed.

"So," Rose began, "what was that about?"

"They were asking me about Wood. Why is everyone asking me about that boy? I don't understand it! And, to put it mildly, it's infinitely frustrating."

"Perhaps because you are meant to be with the bloke!" Carrie interjected.

"Doubtful," I muttered grimly, shooting a death glare her way.

She shrugged.

"Well, it's a thought," Fiona said simply. "I mean, you two really would be good together."

"Ha! I could do much better. Plus, I can't date someone who I dislike so thoroughly. Otherwise I wouldn't be able to pull pranks on him, and all the planning I've started for the Gryffindor match against Slytherin will have been such a waste!"

"You're planning something?" Rose asked curiously.

"I knew it!" Carrie cried happily.

Rose regarded Carrie with a strange look, before turning back to me. "Is it going to be as brilliant as last year's sporking of the Quidditch pitch?"

"Actually, it was forking. But, it's going to be much more better. Why, you ask yourselves? Because I'm going to get the entire Ravenclaw Quidditch team in on it."

"Oh, can't wait for it then!" Rose smiled. "Sounds like something to go down in the history books!"

Hullo! I've updated. Happiness? Yes. Well, firstly, thanks to those who reviewed... Three people, maybe? Please review- I'm begging of you. And, if you're reading this and enjoying it, tell others about it! I think Rue is just as lovable as Lizzie (for those who know who I'm talking about). Anyway, I don't own the Harry Potter Universe- JK Rowling does. I own that which you do not recognize from the series. And I threw in a little tribute to my favorite Captain Jack Sparrow at the end. Look out for the next chapter. So, wotcher! Yours.