HiHi!So this is kind of random, But here goes: Happy Reading!

We headed down to the Quidditch pitch early on Saturday.

"Lucky its good conditions aye Caitlin?" Bailey asked me nearly knocking over a small first year. He didn't even say sorry. I swear he needs to get some manners, otherwise I'd say he's heading down the same path as Scorpius Malfoy. Speaking of Malfoy, I think he's really getting to Rose. She seemed to be, I don't know, looking for him at breakfast this morning which was just bizarre.

As we approached the Pitch I saw a familiar outline sitting up in the stands. Of course, I've become very good at spotting Al from a distance . . . Not because I stalk him or anything, but because were . . .Friends? Haha. That's believable right?

It was kinda strange for me to be the one in charge of the trials; I was so used to trialling with my team, and agreeing with James' decisions. Anyway, I was talking to the members of the team that we had from last year. Me (Obviously), Hugo-another chaser, Rose-Keeper and Lily-Chaser, but she is gonna trial for seeker. It's a good turnout, but I couldn't help but feel nervous as the crowd of people wishing to trial gathered.

"Hi everyone!" I said, suddenly feeling more confident I continued, "We're going to do the trials for Seeker first," I said, nodding at Lily, by doing this first I could figure out if I did need another chaser. Only three other people were trialling. A big sixth year called . . . Uh, I've forgotten. That's kinda bad, but anyway, and a small third year called Andrew Kings, and Josh's little brother Rupert. Lily thrashed them all.

"Thanks boys," I said, after watching the game unfold from above. I had released the snitch five times. Lily had caught it each time. "If you'd like to take a seat?" I suggested, they nodded. I could tell Rupert wasn't disheartened; he was only a third year after all.

The position of chaser went to Mark Goldstein (a/n: This is Katie Bell's son-as well as Anthony's . . . lol), who was particularly good at dodging bludgers. I was glad to have the majority of the team sorted. Now came for the hard part.

I had known that Josh and Bailey said they would trial. But I honestly thought they were joking. I don't want to seem like I'm being biased to anyone, because over half of the team are either Rose's family, or my friends. But there they stood, in beaters gear. Bats in their hands. There were around twenty people trying out for the position, so I started them out flying around the Pitch, following my directions to see how well they could fly. I narrowed it down to eight. Bailey and Josh were among them. Then I sent them on a bludger hitting spree. Caleb Peakes had a good aim, but needed more strength behind his hit. McLaggen, (Can't remember his name either) was decent, but I sincerely didn't like him. But that wasn't reason enough to count him out. So far, Josh and Bailey were looking impressive. They must have been practising because I'd never seen them fly like that. They worked seamlessly together as a team, and could o fit n so well with ours.

"McLaggen, Harris and Thomas," I said as the eight remaining trialers looked at me, worried. "It's out of you three."

The other five stormed of the pitch, as I focused my concentration on the possible beaters. They were going to have a go and play with our team-except with three beaters, like we would in usual practises. We took our positions and I released the balls, flying above the game to observe. We were five minutes into the game, and all three of them were playing pretty equally (to my despair), I might have to have McLaggen, and then chose between Josh and Bailey. I hate my life.

But then I saw something that made me smile, but at the same time scream.

McLaggen hit Bailey over the head with his bat, I screamed as Bailey spiralled down to the ground, losing height. But smiled when I realised that there was no way McLaggen would make the team. Oh, and when I saw that somebody had cushioned Bailey's fall with a charm! (I am a good friend.)

The trials were going well. Caitlin is such a good captain! And I really hope that Bailey and Josh make the team, causes then everyone on the team except Mark are my family and friends! But there was one thing ruining my day. Malfoy. I would know that figure from miles away. I can see him and Al sitting in the stands, and I can tell even from this great distance that he is smirking. Shaking my heads, I try to concentrate on the game.

Squinting I saw McLaggen and Bailey talking, but they didn't seem to be getting on. Oh dear . . . I looked to see that Caitlin hadn't noticed yet. I went to yell out her name, but we both turned to look at them when we heard the crunch. I screamed like all the girls on our team, as Bailey fell to the ground. I reached for my wand clumsily, but I couldn't get it in time. Crap! I hid my face as he hit the ground. I didn't hear a noise. I peeped through my hands. He was hovering above the ground, and Josie was running to his side. But someone was already their beside him, extending their wand over him to keep him off the ground. I was only sure of who it was once I landed and ran like Caitlin to Bailey's side.

Maybe I had seen right. Al joined my side and nudged me. His eyebrows wiggling crazily.

"Shove off Al!" I said, hurrying after Bailey, Caitlin, Josh and . . . Malfoy.

"Jos-ie," Said Bailey suddenly, causing all four of us to look at the half asleep Bailey. Josie finally stopped staring at the mutant, and frowned at Bailey. His eyes opened slowly.

I looked at Caitlin, but she shrugged. My friendship group is so stuffed up. Does this mean that he likes Josie? What is with everyone liking somebody! I haven't liked anyone in like . . . Forever! And it makes life way easier! I can focus on my studies, and well, now Head duties. Ugh, that reminds me of Malfoy, who for some reason had saved Bailey. I don't think they've ever spoken, so that's just weird. I mean it was good of him to save Bailey obviously-I'm glad he's okay, but Malfoy didn't have to stay in the hospital wing with us. I suppose he wants the credit when Bailey wakes up properly. So even when he appears to be doing something nice, it's actually all for appearances. Yeah, that's right.

Bailey nods off after briefly looking in Josie's eyes. And according to her squeezing her hand.

Why are they all in love? I've never bothered with boys since the whole Lorcan/Lysander affair. It was great when Caitlin kissed the wrong twin. Well, not great, I mean L&L have never been as close since, I'm sure. But for me it was good. I never had o kiss either of them. Which means I've never been kissed. I know, what a freak right? Rose Weasley, daughter of Ron and Hermione Weasley, who brought down all evil, has never been kissed. I felt better though when I figured out Dad had never been kissed till he was in 6th year, and the real truth of it was there was no-one I wanted to kiss. So I shouldn't feel bad, right? Well I don't think so. I'm not like, a prude, I just honestly can't think of anyone who I am the least bit attracted too. I looked at the time. Quarter to five and I had a Herbology essay that was calling my name. I stood up in from my chair, seeing to shock Malfoy had done the same. I said my goodbyes; the others were going to stay. And once again Malfoy waited to walk with me. What is going on?

a/n: I hope you liked it! I know heaps of you probally think Rose shouldn't have never been kissed. . cuz its cheesy and blah de blah, but the truth is, there are people out there who haven't been! Woohoo, yay them.!

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