As the first year students walked into the great hall for their first time they stared in awe at the huge space and the vast mass of students.
"They're so small." Oliver hissed to Roger across the aisle. "Surely we weren't that small. I know Marcus definitely wasn't!"
Roger chuckled and then they had to move back as the students filed past.
The sorting ceremony dragged on. Finally they got to "Harry Potter".
The four Quidditch captains exchanged knowing glances. This was it.
Oliver was the one cheering loudest when Harry was sorted into Gryffindor. He shot a triumphant look at Cedric who looked completely gutted.
"HA! I got Potter! I got Potter!" he yelled as he danced around the Hufflepuff changing room the next night. The other captains looked sad and Marcus was rolling his eyes at Oliver as though his friend was completely insane.
Eventually he got so tired of Oliver's mad behaviour that he tripped him up as he danced by him. Oliver fell, sprawling on the floor.
"Ow! Flint, you git!"
"Sorry mate. Anyway, although you did get Potter, you still have to get round the first year rule. And we don't know if he's any good anyway. For all we know he might be crap."
However when Gryffindor faced Slytherin on the pitch for the first quidditch match of the season, young Mr Potter was indeed on the Gryffindor team. And by the end of that match it looked like Gryffindor would walk away with the cup. Oliver was on a record high for the rest of the week following the match and he wasted no time in bragging about his amazing team.
"-I told you you wouldn't believe me- and now look who has the best team in the school- yup that's right-me!-"
"Oliver, for god's sake, SHUT THE HELL UP!!!!!!!!!!!" Marcus roared after having suffered a week's worth of boasts.
"Give him a break, Flint. He hasn't had a team this good in years. And I don't think we've seen a better seeker, since Charlie Weasley. Sorry Ced, but he's way better than you."
"That's okay, Roge."
"How will we shut him up?"
"Who?"
"Sergeant Boastful here."
"I know."
"Wait, I've got it. Oliver? You do know that your beaters are dating your chasers, don't you?"
"-What?"
"Fred and George are dating Alicia and Katie."
"They can't do that. I have a strict rule about team-mates dating."
"And, yet, Wood, I seem to remember spotting a certain captain with his third chaser in his office after the match last week. I saw you making out with Angelina after the match."
"No you didn't."
"Actually, I did too."
"Me three."
"You all saw me?"
"Yes, and I can't believe you didn't tell us about her!"
"Was going to. Anyway, I have an essay due for Flitwick. See you later."
"He's gone to snog Angelina hasn't he?"
Roger and Cedric nodded.
"How did you get so cunning, Flint?"
"Oh come on, I'm not in Slytherin for nothing you know."