Oliver Wood was a Quidditch fanatic, and everybody knew it. Katie knew it. The Weasley Twins knew it. The whole entire population of Hogwarts knew it.
Because in all honesty, who scheduled 4 am Quidditch practices? Not a sane person, Katie thought. She did not enjoy Oliver (who flew up to the dormitory on his broomstick, because he couldn't go up the stairs) shaking her awake at four, insisting that they need to practice because they need the Quidditch cup and he wouldn't accept anything less than perfection.
Grumbling about insanity, Katie rolled out of bed, not feeling rested at all. She had gone to bed at eleven the previous night, and was now paying the consequences.
Trudging out of the common room, broom tucked under her arm, she made her way out onto the Quidditch Pitch with the Weasley twins, a disheveled Harry Potter, and Angie and Alicia.
The rain instantly soaked her knotted hair, drenching her as she did warm-up laps in the still-dark morning.
It was going to be a long practice.
Written for the Alphabet Soup Drabble Challenge, letter F: fanatic.
Word Count: 175