"Oliver," Fred Weasley said sleepily. "It's four freaking thirty in the morning. What's the deal?"
"I know what time it is, Weasley." Oliver Wood glared. "But we need time to train our new Chaser." After Alicia Spinnet had decided to quit the Gryffindor Quiddich team to study for her N.E.W.T.s, the whole team had been looking for a replacement. Wood said he knew someone who was good, but he didn't know whether or not they'd play.
"Who is it? Is he good?" George Weasley inquired.
"She," a girl's voice said from Oliver's captain's office. "I do believe that I'm a girl. And yeah, I'm good." A girl who couldn't be older than thirteen stepped out of the office. She looked exactly like Wood, except she wasn't wearing scarlet Qiddich robes, and she was…well…a girl.
"Guys, this is my sister, and our new Chaser. Get along with her or she'll beat your ass. Not kidding."
"I am not going to be beat up by an eleven-year-old girl," Fred said.
"I'm twelve. And I can beat Oliver's ass." Oliver's sister told him.
"So…you're in Harry's year?" asked Katie Bell, who was seated comfortably on George's lap.
"Yeah, now that you mention it…Hermione said Olivia was her only academic challenge." Olivia blushed.
"Olivia and Oliver Wood." Angelina Johnson was trying unsuccessfully trying not to laugh.
"Our mom like olives," the two quickly explained.
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Yeah….nice note to end on…
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