A/N: Hey, it's me again! Well hopefully this relatively quick update will make up for just a little bit of the long delays from before! I felt/ feel so guilty for totally neglecting all of my stories, but this one expecially, because I was actually getting somewhere with it! So I hope you enjoy it. I've made it slightly longer than the last so hopefully that'll help with the forgiveness! :D Enjoy! ...and please R&R...o_o...?

Disclaimer: If I were J. K. Rowling, I would not be here, right now, scrolling up and down, frantically searching for my own mistakes. I would have a wonderful editor at my side to help me out! Which reminds me...if anyone's looking for a Beta! *cheesy grin with thumbs up!*

It's the day after my suspension was made official, and the plan is already set. Right, so clearly, we were so creative as to call the plan 'chocolate'. We figured that most hormonal teenaged girls talk about it so much anyways, that it shouldn't stir up any suspicion.

As promised, Oliver's holding the Quidditch try-outs for the lucky twit that gets to take my spot…for now. It's about an hour before they begin, which is right after lunch.

"Okay, so you guys have the spell all set and ready, right?" Angelina looked pointedly at the twins.

"Yep, and it works-"

"Like a charm," they said with a devil's grin.

"Tested it ourselves!"

"Wanna see?" Fred pulled down his trousers just slightly to reveal one very disturbing pair of boxers.

"Please, tell me you are not keeping those," Lina said in disgust.

"Well, I thought it rather rude of me to deprive dear Ollie of such smacking pair of undies, so no. We're gonna force them over his robes during try-outs" he said with a wink.

"And just think, it'll match his new robes perfectly!" George gushed.

"Ewwww!" we three girls exclaimed in unison.

"Okay, so when his attention is drawn to all of the hopeful wannabes, you guys will cast the spell," they nodded in accord.

"Wait, someone has his clothes too, right?"

"Uh-huh, snatched 'em from his locker," Lina said gleefully.

"Pink boxers and briefs, I feel just like Peeves!" Alicia said with a giggle. Angelina groaned putting her head in her hand.

"Never again Ali," she said shaking her head. I have to agree with her, that was pretty terrible.

"Sorry," she said side-glancing at George, blushing slightly.

"All right, let's get this show on the road…"

So there I sat, way up in the balconies, just waiting to be replaced.

"I want anyone who's in their fourth year and above to stand on that side of the pitch, and anything under that, the other side," Wood bellowed.

"Okay lads, it's simple enough. The one who gets a shot passed me the fas—…what in Merlin's name?!" he cried out.

"Would someone mind explaining to me why there are clothes hanging from the hoops?" he said turning to the current members of the team. They shrugged their shoulders, all keeping very impressive straight faces.

"Maybe someone decided to air them out?" George suggested.

"We don't know Oliver. Want me to go get them off?" Angelina said 'helpfully'.

"Go ahead, and I better not find out that this is one of your doings," he warned.

"Right, as I was saying…"

"Now," Fred whispered. George muttered the spell, pointing his wand directly at Oliver.

"Mr. Wood, sir," a second-year piped up a second later.

"What?" he glared at the poor little thing.

"Well, I think you might want to look down…"she trailed off giggling.

"Gah!" he whipped his head around at the team automatically. Fortunately for them, the fact that they were rolling on the ground laughing like a bunch of maniacs didn't give a single thing away, seeing as so was every other person.

"Why—what—ho…agh! Where is she?!" they stopped laughing immediately, as did I.

"Who?" Alicia challenged.

"Her! Ka—Bell!" he roared.

Harry, being the innocent little boy that he was, accidentally looked in my direction, not knowing any better. Undoubtedly, Oliver followed his gaze, landing his pretty little eyes on moi.

I didn't really know what to do at this point, so I did the only thing possible…I stared back at him, my face totally expressionless.

The connection was broken when Lina came back down holding a pile of pink in her hand.

"Ummm…Cap'n, I know this might now be the best time and all, but I'm pretty sure these are yours…"she said the corner of her mouth twitching ever so slightly.

Shocked, he looked down at the pile she was holding.

"Are those my boxers?!" he said, eyes widening.

"Ummm…it seems like it. You can kinda see the little Quaffles still…"she trailed off.

Everyone that had just managed to regain control of themselves after the first incident was now right back to tearing up, doubled over from laughter. He sent an intensely frightening look in my direction, and then turned back to the bunch of hyenas behind him.

"Everyone grab a broom. Now!" the lot of retards sobered up in an instant. Racing to the pile of battered up broomsticks, they all scrambled to pick one that didn't look like it had actually just been used to sweep the floor clean.

"Split back up into your age groups. If anyone here can't actually fly decently, I suggest that you get out of here, because now would not be a good time to mess with me!" he barked. I have to say, the accent seems to come out a lot more when he's angry.

"Everyone, in the air!" They all took off in a second. One by one they tried their best to get just a single shot past Oliver. Clearly it wasn't easy, and was not the best method to finding the replacement…it seemed to last forever.

Finally, Oliver seemed to come to his senses and gave up on that tactic. He told them to all hit the showers and he would post the results later that night. After that, he had a team meeting, meaning I had no choice but to go back to the dorm and wait for the girls to fill me in.

Restlessly, I paced the dorm room back and forth. Who would replace me? Would it be a guy or a girl? Younger or older? What would happen if they turned out to be better than me? Would I be permanently kicked off the team? Oh Godric, my life was over as I knew it! Just then I heard footsteps outside of the door.

I flung it opened anxiously. Taking a deep breath, I let it all out slowly.

"So, who is it?" I asked urgently, but not overbearingly so.

"Her name's Aerolyn Callaghan. She's in our year, her fifth."

"I didn't know she could fly, but apparently her uncle is on the Irish team, same with her cousin, but he's only a reserve."

"And?" I egged on.

"And she's pretty decent. A fair flyer, very fast in fact, although her arm could use a bit of work," Angelina said as-a-matter-of-fact.

"Hmph," was all I could manage at the moment.

"Honey, don't worry about it. I'm sure before you know it you'll be back on the team," Alicia said giving me a comforting hug. I smiled weakly at her feeling slightly sick.

"Kates, you look like you could use a bit of rest. Go ahead, put your head down, relax. You're looking overly pale…"

"Guys, I'm fine, I just have to grab a bite to eat. I didn't really eat breakfast."

"How about we all go down to the kitchens, I heard they make a mean banana split!" Alicia piped up. I nodded eagerly, leading the way.

Just as we sat down and placed our order, the frame burst opened, and the twins came tumbling through.

"We did it!" they cried in unison, jumping up and down like a bunch of monkeys. Merlin knows how they knew where we were...those two will never cease to amaze me.

"Did what…?" Ali asked reluctantly.

"We gave Ollie-dear the contaminated chocolates-"

"…right in front of Angelica!" Fred finished the sentence.

"Oh Godric Gryffindor save us all!" Lina muttered under her breath.

"What happened next?" I encouraged them.

"Well…"

"Oliver?" George interrupted rudely tapping on his shoulder.

He let out a huff and then turned around. "What?" he glared.

"Umm…so Katie, I mean Bell, felt kind of bad about the other day-" Fred said tentatively.

"…you know, when you found your underwear hanging on the goalposts, all dyed pink-"

"…and when your robes were charmed to say "I love Marcus Flint', all the while flashing green and…" they went silent after receiving a rather intimidating look from Wood, again.

"Hold it! Back it up…you told him what?!" I snapped.

"Don't worry. And don't interrupt; we're getting to the good part!"

"Right, so in order to apologize, she's giving you this month's supply of PMS chocolate!"

"For free! And there are only two missing!" George said with a smile. One guess where those two missing chocolates went, and I didn't eat them...T_T...

"Oh, well, I guess I'll forgive her…although I would have preferred if she came over here herself…" he added as an afterthought.

"Well, unfortunately she felt so bad after…well y'know, that she's…gone for a run all on her own to keep in shape!" they improvised.

"Really?" his eyebrows shot up, impressed. They nodded vigorously.

"And then we stepped back to admire our work."

"Everything was going according to plan."

"He was opening up the box…"

"He picked up a chocolate…"

"And then we watched in utter horror as he offered a bite to Angelica!"

"Of course she bit half of it off, smiling at him-"

"…and then he popped the rest of it in his own mouth!" We all gasped at this last part.

"What happened next?" I practically shouted.

"Well, what was supposed to happen? They ran around the whole castle like a bunch of cuckoos, chasing poor Marietta!"

"Let's not forget about how they both planted a nice loud kiss on Marietta's lips!"

"Both of them?!" Alicia cried, her eyes bulging. They nodded smirking with satisfaction.

"Unfortunately, Snape caught them and reversed the potion with an antidote."

"And then he took away 20 points from each, naturally."

"The funny thing is that they still remember what happened…" Uh-oh…that can't be good.

"So Angelica slapped him right across the face…left a pretty nice handprint too!" Told you so.

"And then Oliver stalked off all huffy and puffy."

"Oh yeah!" Fred exclaimed hitting his forehead.

"What?" we all chorused.

"That's why we came here! Oliver saw us watching, so he started chasing us—"

"He looked pretty pissed. I'm pretty sure you could have made a lovely batch of potatoes with the amount of steam that was coming out of his ears!" he joked.

"Yeah, I think he suspected that we had something to with the little incident. And by we, I mean all of us, here. Not sure why though. What could perfect little angels like us have done?" he said, grinning evilly.

"But then he got temporarily side-tracked by McGonagall, although we're pretty sure he'll be on his way shortly."

I stood there frozen, oh crap, this was not going to pretty. I snapped out of my trance fairly quickly.

"You tell us this now!" I exploded.

"Well it wouldn't have made any sense if we didn't tell you the whole story!" George said defensively, holding his hands up in front of him, as if I was going to tackle him. Smart, because I was seriously contemplating it.

My inner battle was immediately interrupted by the roar of a very angry Oliver Wood.

"Weasleys! I know you're in there!" he snarled. They both squeaked and quickly hid behind Ali and Lina.

"Merlin, protect us from this evil monster—"

"Godric, let this all be a dream, make it go away!" they cried simultaneously.

"Chickens." I muttered. I flung open the frame only to hear a loud thump.

Aw crap, I think I just knocked him out. My suspicions were confirmed as I looked around the frame to Wood out cold, lying motionlessly on the rock hard floor.

Sighing, I pulled out my wand and levitated his body, making my way to the Hospital Wing. Funny, this all seems rather familiar to me. Talk about déjà vu.

"Phew…close one, eh George?"

"Yep, good thing we didn't panic!"

So that's it for now! Thanks a bunch and I love you all for reading! Although I'll love you even more if you review! :p kidding...sort of...Let me know what you thought of it...any suggestions? I could really use some feedback! Well I can't force you, but thank you again!

'til next time,

~EP

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