"Oi, Miss Bell, you have some mail. Let me fetch it for you."

Katie stood behind the front test of her apartment as the deskworker reached into a drawer and pulled out a huge stack of mail. Katie stood there remembering that it was the end of the month and over 90 of the stack would be bills. She shook her head and plastered a fake smile on her face as she thanked him and took the mail from him.

She looked through the stack. Phone bill. Water bill. JunkmailKatie shook her head. Electricity bill. Tuition Fee. And then, a letter addressed for Oliver with a Puddlemere Crest labeled URGENT. She looked on the envelope for a post-mark and couldn't find one. She slowly walked into her apartment and saw Oliver watching reruns of Law and Order.

"Oliver, you have mail." Katie said as she handed Oliver the envelope.

"I have junkmail already? They always said it's the most reliable sort of mail." Oliver joked as he reached for the envelope. He looked down and his expression hardened. "Oh, not Muggle mail then. It's nothing important." He then tossed the letter into the waste bin.

Katie knew better though, but she decided not to press.

Just then there was a small scratching on the glass.

"What could that be? We're five stories up!" Katie moaned. "I swear sometimes, this entire building is going to fall down!"

Suddenly a large grayish owl flew in from the open window in Katie' bedroom to drop another letter at Oliver's feet. Oliver seemed shocked.

"Oliver, what exactly is going on? AND you can't have mail delivered here like that... What will the neighbors think!" Katie yelled. "You have so much explaining to do!"

"YOU'RE BEING SUED?" Katie sat on the couch in disbelief. "You're being sued." She repeated to herself.

"Yeah. I broke the terms of my contract with Puddlemere. I got injured and needed time off." Oliver sat wringing his hands.

"So, there must be somewhere in that contract that says you get time off if your injured. I mean they can't just track you down and expect you to play injured. They wouldn't want you playing injured anyway... you wouldn't be at the top of your game." Katie explained to him thoughtfully.

"They say my injuries have healed." Oliver said still looking at his hands.

"You love Quidditch so much... if you could play I'm sure you would... I remember you got hit in the head with a Bludger and could barely sit up straight... and you still tried to convince the professors you could play." Katie smiled.

Oliver shifted uncomfortably.

"You are injured aren't you?" Katie asked, shocked as she slowly started to realize the extent of the situation.

"I've already taken off over 6 months for a shoulder injury. It wasn't even that serious to begin with. I just, I just feel like I was drowning everyday. I couldn't handle the fame, the expectations. I was just overwhelmed." Oliver said.

"Oliver, you realize you could lose everything. Your house, your savings, your reputation? You might never be able to play Quidditch professionally ever again." Katie whispered.

Katie saw the distressed state Oliver was in. She realized that although he always seemed collected and confident, he wasn't any more than a shell of a man and he was doing his best to keep everything together as best he could. She thought to herself, could this really get any worse?

Just then, a small knock on the door showed her how worse this situation could possibly get.

She opened the door and there was a blinding light in her face.

"Hi, I'm Colin Creevy, we were both in the same house. I'm with the Daily Prophet and would like to do an interview with Oliver Wood about his battle against Puddlemere United. I heard he lives here now. Is there any way-"

"No, Colin! NO! I think you should just leave Oliver alone." Katie yelled at him.

"Well, Katie, I would just like to tell you and Oliver that I looked up to Oliver Wood when I was younger. He won the House Cup for us. I used to sit out in the stands and watch your practices and take pictures. I really respect him. I can have Oliver spin the story in his favor. I'm afraid others aren't going to be so understanding." Colin tried explaining to Katie.

"Others?" Katie said shocked.

"Love it or hate it Katie, you're in the middle of the biggest story we've had for sometime." Colin gave her his most understanding smile.

Just then she heard rushed foosteps as an entire crowd of photographers and reporters clamored up her staircase. She did the only thing she could and slammed the door. And locked it. Three times. With three different charms.

She then got out her research proposal and started to write furiously. Leaving Oliver in the living room still staring at his hands.

The next morning, she got up and made coffee and opened the door to get her morning newspaper. As she opened it, the insert fell out. "Witch Weekly. SPIRALING QUIDDITCH STAR HOLES UP WITH UNKOWN MUGGLE GOLDDIGGING GIRLFRIEND. Inside Their Nasty Love Nest: A Story of Drugs, Depression, and Deception." On the bottom of the issue, there was a small hand-written note.

How about that interview? -CC

Katie threw the insert out and slammed the door. Things had suddenly gotten a lot worse. By a lot.

This is a short chapter I know, but I get to go home... back home to Boston soon after a really long flight... so I'll update more when I get back to the States. Oh speaking of weird things, I walked down the street and saw pirated versions of Harry Potter. I know you think it's fake editions of the real book but... NO. It was called Harry Potter and the Young Heroes. I was like... "You've got to be kidding me." But yes, there apparently are BOOKISH versions of it floating around. And yes, I bought a copy just for show and tell when I get back home.