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Andy angrily stormed up to the tower and grabbed her broomstick from where she'd placed it under her bed. Without stopping to think, she straddled it and sped out the window, prepared to fly until she was too exhausted to want to attack Wood.

It started out rather well, actually. With the wind whipping through her hair, and the fierce concentration she paid her flight, she wasn't able to think about much. Unfortunately, someone had to come and disrupt her.

The utter git himself flew up beside her. "Look, Andy, I realize that you're…upset, but—"

"Leave me alone, Wood!" hissed Andy. She sped up, but, although it was obviously a struggle for him, Wood caught up with her.

"Look, Angelina says—"

Andy turned to look at Wood and spat out, "Damn it, Wood, I do not want some half-arsed apology that Angelina came up with you, and I'm not going to accept that you're an arse just so I can play Quidditch, so just leave me alone!"

"Damn it, Andy, I realize I wasn't exactly kind back at breakfast, but I'm sorry, alright? I didn't mean any of it," he said.

Andy let out a harsh laugh. "First off, you obviously did mean it, and second? I'm not mad about that, you prat!"

"Well then, what the bloody hell are you mad about?"

Andy veered sharply, hoping Wood would leave her alone. He didn't. "I'm bloody mad because you already have a replacement for me!"

There was a quick intake of breath, and Andy was certain that if Wood had been on the ground, he would have stopped short. As it was, he lost his momentum, and it was a few moments before he was next to Andy again. "Are you serious, Carrins?" he asked incredulously. "Are you seriously mad because I was forced to find a replacement after you quit? We have a game next week, which means I bloody well need all the time I have to train a new Seeker."

"I'm not a complete git, you know! I'm not mad because you picked someone else!" exclaimed Andy.

"Well then what exactly are you mad about?" asked Wood. He was shouting now, but Andy didn't know if that was because of the wind or because he was genuinely angry.

"I'M BLOODY PISSED THAT I'M OBVIOUSLY SO EASY TO REPLACE!" yelled Andy, and then she made a sharp U-turn that even Wood couldn't follow and flew back to her dorm.

She spent the rest of her Sunday furiously finishing homework—something she rarely did—and chatting with Ron Weasley.

After a quarter hour of joking about his brothers, they segued into Quidditch. Ron's favorite team was the Chudley Cannons, and he was in awe when he learned that two of Andy's cousins were on the team.

"Merlin," he breathed. "I think I'm in love with you."

After Andy laughed, Ron readjusted himself on the couch until he was sitting on his haunches. He looked up at Andy eagerly. "So, what's it like being on a Quidditch team?"

"It's bloody brilliant!"

"Really? Then why did you quit?" asked Ron. He looked entirely too innocent for his own good.

"Well, the captain is an arse, which is something you wouldn't have to worry about if you joined next year," said Andy.

Ron blinked owlishly before sighing. "Well, it's just too bad that you wouldn't be on the team, then."

"What do you mean?" asked Andy, frowning.

"Isn't it true that if you quit the team one year, you're automatically disqualified from being on it again the next year?"

Although she felt a sickening pressure growing in her stomach, Andy narrowed her eyes. "Did your brothers ask you to talk to me about this?"

For another second, Ron kept up the innocent look, but then he sighed and turned towards the boy's stairs. "I told you this wouldn't work, Fred!"

There came a grumble from the stairs, and then the twins stumbled down and over to Andy and Ron. There were identical glares on their faces.

"Ron," whined Fred, "did you have to just give it away like that?"

"Yeah," said George, "how hard is it to lie?"

"Well, unlike you, I shouldn't have been sorted into Slytherin," growled Ron. He crossed his arms sullenly. "You guys are gits, and I'm going to bed!"

"It's only five o' clock," Fred pointed out.

"I WAS POLITELY TELLING YOU GUYS THAT I DIDN'T WANT TO BE AROUND YOU ANYMORE, YOU GITS!" yelled Ron. Then, he promptly stormed upstairs and slammed the door behind him. Andy felt very much like mimicking him.

Unfortunately, Fred and George were pinning her down with their stares.

"Andy," began Fred, "even if you do hate Wood, you don't hate us, do you?"

"Yeah, Carrins. It isn't just him you're hurting here. Even though we tried to get Ron to guilt you back into Quidditch, what he told you wasn't a lie. And besides that, we have a game this week, and, although I'm sure you don't know very much about Quidditch, it's impossible to win without a Seeker."

"You don't have to worry," said Andy, trying and failing to keep the bitter note out of his voice. "Wood has already found a new one."

Fred snorted. "You mean that blonde chit? Please, Oliver's wanted her on the team for her ability with a very different sort of ball entirely."

"Eh, four out of ten for that innuendo, Fred," said George. "A Snitch isn't really a ball. It's more of a round winged thingy."

"Hey!" protested Fred. "I thought it was pretty good!"

"I gotta side with George on this one," said Andy. "It was pretty weak."

"Oi! No ganging up on the ginger!" cried Fred. He shook his head. "Besides, weren't we supposed to be ganging up on Andy?"

"Ah, yes, too true, my twin," said George. He turned back to Andy with a decidedly more serious look on his face. "Really, though, we need you back. Oliver made us practice today."

"Today? But it's a Sunday."

Fred gave Andy a pointed look. "Which is exactly why you need to come back, obviously. Before you left he was too busy fighting with you to even think about having practice on Sundays."

"A thousand galleons that this new bird won't argue with Wood at all," said George. "I mean, today at practice all she did was giggle inanely whenever Wood talked to her."

"I know! She's such a girl," said Fred. "No wonder Wood picked her."

"Wait, she's been to practice already? What's she like?" asked Andy. "I mean, is she any good?"

Fred and George exchanged a look. After a pregnant pause, George cleared his throat and spoke. "Well, she isn't you, Andy, but she isn't exactly pants at being a Seeker, either."

"What my obviously less talented twin here is trying to say is that there's no chance that Wood's going to come begging at your feet because the new girl is so bad," said Fred. He frowned. "She'll do, and she might even win us the game, but Andy, once she's in, she's in and there's no way in hell you're getting back on the team then. If you want back in, you have to come now."

"I can't just come back, you guys, you know I can't," protested Andy. Fred and George exchanged another look before each nodded resignedly and stood up.

As they began their walk to the stairs, George stilled. He turned back and faced Andy, his lips pursed. "You know, I really never knew you were this selfish. I think maybe we didn't know you quite as well as we all thought we did."

And then both the twins were gone, leaving Andy alone in an empty common room, feeling like she'd been punched in the stomach.

Author's Note: Yay! More ficcage! It's quite late where I am, so if there's something utterly wrong with this fic, it'd be brill if you'd let me know. I think it ought to still be Sunday, but who really knows? Perhaps it changed to Wednesday while I wasn't looking.

I dunno...I think perhaps none of this is actually funny when you aren't reading it at 1:30.

Ah well, I'll post anyway and hope no one notices...er...what's that over there?

*runs away*