Disclaimer: These are not my characters--save Andy, though in this particular chappy, I'm not so sure I want to claim her.

Andy was woken up, quite rudely, once more. This time, it was nearing six o' clock, and the person who woke her up was actually trying, but the effect was the same.

"Leave me 'lone, or I'll murder your fam'ly," she muttered, rolling over to her other side. The hand that was poking her continued on.

"Andy, get your arse up, or you'll be late to Quidditch," barked Angelina. Andy rolled back over and glared belligerently at the tall girl.

"Angelina," she said slowly, "what part of 'I quit' did you not understand? I did think I'd made it rather clear, but with the way Wood was looking at me, I thought for a moment I might have said 'My skivvies are made of bananas, and on a completely unrelated note I've been banned from the zoo'."

Angelina rolled her eyes. "Andy, you obviously didn't mean what you said, so get your bum up and ready. Else Wood is going to seriously kick your arse. He'll make you run killers, and you hate killers."

Andy ignored Angelina and buried her face in her pillow. There was a sigh that spoke clearly of superiority, and then the sound of a door slamming closed.

There was a very long silence in which Andy drifted off to sleep again. She was pulled out of her foggy haze, however, when footsteps neared her bed. When she spoke, her voice was muffled. "I've quit the Quidditch team, and unfortunately it seems to be quite permanent, seeing as I won't join again until Wood stops being such an arse."

A squeaking noise issued from the bed as a weight pressed down on it, and there was a soft chuckle. "Really, Carrins, everyone knows that you're just going to come to practice tomorrow. You might as well not even bother pretending you're going to quit."

Andy pulled her face out of her pillow and glared at Wood. "How did you get up here? And what do you mean, 'pretending'? Last time I checked, I had quit very real-ly."

"Face it, Carrins. You're a pushover. Plus, you love Quidditch more than I do. Put those together and that equals Andy Coming Back Quite Soon," said Wood. Andy glared—more at the use of her last name than at the assertion that she was a pushover—and shook her head. Hearing him say all that had just cemented it in her head; Andy was quitting Quidditch until Wood behaved better. She felt rather like an activist, and it was quite empowering.

"I, Andromeda Carrins, shall not set foot on the pitch until you, Oliver Wood, agree to stop being such an arse all the bloody time. This I do hereby pledge and I shall uphold this pledge until its terms are met."

Wood scowled. "Andy, don't be stupid. We have a match coming up. You need to be there."

"And I will be," began Andy. Relief shone on Wood's face for a second and Andy felt almost bad when she went on. "as long as you stop being a prat."

"Damn it, Andy, I really thought I—" Wood shook his head. "You know what? Nevermind. The team may think that we need you, but I don't. I'm sure I can find someone much better than you before the match."

"The best of luck to you," Andy said calmly. The brunette's eyes narrowed.

"Get over yourself," spat Wood. He stood up angrily and straddled his broom—which Andy had somehow missed—before zipping down the staircase.

Andy felt a tug of something very much like guilt in her heart, but she ignored it, opting to go down to breakfast. She didn't think she'd be able to get back to sleep, anyway.

Things down at breakfast were immediately awkward. George and Fred wouldn't even talk to her; Angelina only said single word answers; Katie and Lee were too busy chatting to pay attention to her; and Alicia was more than a bit nervous talking to Andy if the jumpy looks she kept sending the twins were any sign.

When Wood sauntered in with some brunette on his arms, things only got worse. First, it was Angelina commenting on the fact that Wood never dated brunettes, and wasn't that so odd. It was true, but Andy didn't find it particularly important. He'd just made it through all the blondes in the school.

Next, were the lecherous looks Wood kept giving the brunette. She looked vaguely uncomfortable about the whole thing, but also curiously unaffected by Wood. Another fact that Angelina pointed out. This time, Wood didn't bother hiding his irritation. Andy figured she probably would too, if someone insinuated that her boyfriend didn't seem to fancy her. (Though of course, she was not siding with Wood.)

"Bugger off, Johnson, will you? I happen to like Amanda," he growled. At this, Angelina's eyebrows nearly disappeared from her head altogether.

"I'm sorry, but isn't it Mandy?" Katie asked curiously. And now that Katie mentioned it, Andy was positive that the girl's name was Mandy—Mandy Brocklehurst the Ravenclaw, to be exact—which she assumed Katie and Angelina thought Oliver had forgotten, if their snickers were anything to go by.

Mandy didn't look particularly disturbed by the whole thing. In fact, she looked rather curious, as if she were studying some kind of Potions project. List three things you have observed about Gryffindors. One, they are excessively chatty. Two, they are easily amused. Three, Andromeda Carrins is obviously the most brilliant out of them all.

Well, perhaps not the last one.

"If you could stop acting like sprogs for just a moment," began Oliver, teeth gritted so tightly that Andy thought briefly that it must hurt, "then we could have a proper team meeting. We do have a game against Ravenclaw coming up, if I remember."

Katie mimed zipping her mouth closed, and Angelina merely rolled her eyes. "If we must."

Oliver began speaking, and Andy was listening quite attentively, when Oliver's eyes flickered over to her and he sneered. "Obviously you've forgotten, Carrins, but you aren't on this team anymore."

Andy felt her cheeks flush. He was such a prat! "Unless I've been gone longer than I thought, Lee isn't on the team either. Or Mandy."

"Yes, but they, unlike you, have not just abandoned our team," said Oliver, "And they, unlike you, are actually wanted here. So bugger off."

Andy gritted her teeth. "And Mandy, unlike me, is a bloody Ravenclaw. Obviously you've forgotten that the tactics you're discussing right now, in front of said Ravenclaw, are going to be used against the—oh look, who'd have guessed it?—Ravenclaw team."

Oliver stood, palms flat against the table. His face was flushed, and his ears were stained red. "Yes, but Mandy, once again, unlike you, can actually be trusted to follow through on things. Like say for instance, if she were to be a Seeker on her house's team, she wouldn't quit the week before a very important match," he hissed.

Andy recoiled as if slapped. "Well maybe if you weren't such an utter git, people might actually want to stay on your team."

"We don't want slags on our team, anyway!"

"Woah!" said Fred, holding up a hand, "Take it back a bit there, Wood."

"Yeah, man, that was not on," said George.

Andy ignored them. "A slag? How in the world am I a slag. Are you sure you aren't just getting me confused with one of your never-ending supply of girlfriends—No offense, Mandy—?"

"None taken," Mandy said mildly. It was nearly lost in the roar of blood through Andy's ears, but she managed to send a quick smile to the small girl.

"You chose your boyfriend over our Quidditch team," said Oliver. He sneered again. "Though seeing as you are you, I can see where you'd need to latch on tightly and never let go once you actually got someone to look at you twice."

Andy felt prickling in the back of her eyes, and she was not going to cry, damn it! So, she did the next best thing and slapped Oliver as hard as she possibly could, smug for just a second when the impact of it rang out. Then, she turned on her heel and stormed out of the Great Hall, cursing Oliver in her mind as loudly as she possibly could.

He is such a bloody git!

Author's Note: Yay! I've updated! What a miracle! Now if I could only get to work on the others...

Well, Oliver and Andy are bickering. Again. Who would have guessed it?...Oh, all of you then?

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