"I'm so screwed," you groaned to yourself the next day, thumping your head down flat onto the table quite hard. "ow." you whined under your breath, although you didn't really care. Hermione was reading one of her books about magical creatures again beside you, a couple more books were placed on the table whilst she finished off reading the one in her hands.

"Well it's only one game." she stated.

"Yeah, but Wood said that if I do really well in this game then I may be able to get a place on the team, any position I want!" you groaned again. Hermione couldn't understand why you were so miserable.

"It's a small favour, Fred is very grateful." you grunted in response, your face still flattened on the table. You then shot your head back up, your eyes widening a little.

"I haven't even got a broomstick! How can I play without one?!"

"Fiona," said Colin Creevey in his adorable high voice, walking over to you. He carried a quite long and thin package wrapped in brown paper and handed it over to you. "package!"

"Oh, thank you Colin." you said in slight surprise. You stared at it until Ron came over with Harry in curiosity.

"Go on, Fiona, open it!" You did as you were told and began to tear open the package. Within thirty seconds later, all the paper had been shredded down to the floor. Everyone around you awed in amazement and their eyes were widening. Inside was the new Firebolt, the exact same one as Harry's. "Whoa!" Ron awed, seeing another brand new make of the broom was breathtaking, seeing the shine on the brightly polished wood and the slick sticks.

"There," Hermione said smugly. "you have your broom."

"But, how...?" you looked over at Hermione who then smiled brightly.

"I sent an owl, to your parents." you smiled in thanks towards her, amazed by the quality of your new broomstick.

It was soon the day of the re-match, and you were up early from squeezing in a quick practice at an earlier time of 5:00am. It was now about 9:00am and the game was at 10:30am. You were returning from practice with Wood who walked with you into the hall for breakfast, the rest of the team already there eating their own. You were already dressed in your brand new Quidditch uniform, the scarlet and gold bright and proud looking to be a Gryffindor uniform. You walked over with your broom held in your hand, receiving a few stares of awe from students in other houses at the brand. You sat down next to Harry when Hermione shuffled over so that you could sit between them. You thanked her quietly and it was clear that you were nervous.

"Don't worry," said Ron through a mouthful of sausage and ketchup. "you'll be fine, won't she Harry?"

"M-hm." Harry nodded, not wanting to speak while his mouth was full but managed to give you a supportive smile.

"Just don't do a Freddy," said George from across the table, also dressed in his Quidditch gear. Fred tried to hit him, but George was sat on the side of Fred's bandaged arm, so he couldn't hit him. Instead, he reached his fork across with his usable hand and stabbed George's hand, laughing at George's slight yelp.

"You'll be fine," said Fred with a smile. "and thanks again, Fi-Fi."

"Fi-Fi?" Ginny asked, raising her eyebrows in questioning, wondering why Fred said that.

"Yeah, that's what I call her." he said truthfully, smiling at the little nickname. You smiled and shook your head, not minding the new nickname you received. You nervously began to eat your breakfast, scared at what might happen on this sunny morning.

The game soon arrived and all of the team were making their way through to the pitch, awaiting their signal to come onto the pitch. You exhaled nervously, your hands were shaking a little as you held onto your broomstick tightly and the beater's bat in the other. George noticed how nervous you were feeling and placed a hand on your shoulder.

"Don't worry, it'll be great. Fred and I felt exactly like you do now at our first game, and now we love it! You'll love the thrill, especially on your broomstick. We'll be unstoppable!" But before you could reply, the door opened, signalling for you to go. Everyone quickly climbed onto their broomsticks and Oliver called over his shoulder.

"Alright, let's do this!" And with that, he zoomed off into the sky, followed by the rest of the team with eager smiles spread across their faces. You loved the feel of the cool morning breeze through your hair, the feel of being able to fly in the sky was just incredible. You could feel the excitement begin to bubble inside of you, gradually increasing to heavy beats of butterfly wings. You could hear the cheer from your friends in the crowd, supporting you and cheering you on. You tightly held onto the bat, not wanting it to slip out of your hand the minute the game started. You began to dream a little as you took in the surroundings, this isn't so bad, you thought to yourself with a smile. But then, the whistle was blown loudly, knocking you out of your little daydream and realising that the game had begun. The scores were just the same where you left off, Gryffindor: 70 points, Hufflepuff: 20 points. You kept watch of the bludgers and an eye on Harry so that he wasn't hit by one of them, seeing as they like to hit the seekers now and then. You flew around the pitch on your broom at a good pace, but not too fast just yet, so that you can concentrate. You could see Oliver put his thumbs up, indicating that you were doing just fine. You nodded in response.

As the game went on, the faster it got. The chasers whizzing past you as they tried to reach the goalposts. The scores had increased, Gryffindor: 90 points, and Hufflepuff: 50 points. Then, a bludger was nearing Harry, fast. You noticed this instantly and swiftly zoomed over to where he was, your speed was faster than any others.

"Heads up, Harry!" you yelled, getting his attention. As you flew by, you swung the bat as hard as you could and whacked the bludger far off the other end of the court. You smiled, receiving a very pleased smile from Oliver at your increasing skills as a beater. Then, one of the Hufflepuff beaters smacked the bludger right back at you. Quickly, you span yourself round on your broom in a 360 degree motion. You blinked in surprise as you returned back to normal, hearing cheers from your friends and others at your dodging technique. The game had been going on for ages, and Harry was zooming after the snitch with his hand stretched out in front of him to grab it. You and George manoeuvred in and out of the players, whacking the bludgers away from your fellow team-mates. A bludger was heading straight towards Oliver and you reacted, yelling at George that you had this one and whizzed off to the goal posts. Within seconds, you thwacked the bludger hard with your bat and sent it flying, accidentally hitting Cedric Diggory off of his broomstick. You gasped.

"Sorry!" You could hear Oliver laugh behind you.

"Nice shot, Fiona!" You couldn't help but laugh also at your aiming skills, he was at the far end of the pitch when you hit him. A second after your laughter it was announced that Harry Potter had caught the snitch and won the game for Gryffindor. The Gryffindor stand cheered loudly, jumping up and down while waving frantically. Everyone flew down to the ground, congratulating Harry for catching the snitch and you also for being quite a good beater. Oliver joined the ground a few seconds after you had landed.

"Not bad, Holloway." he praised, smiling proudly and looking as if he could have kissed you from how good you had played. "Maybe there will be a place for you on the team, if you want it." You smiled up at the Scottish lad, thinking.

"What position?"

"Chaser, most probably." You nodded in thought, smiling.

"I'll think about it."

"Great," Oliver smiled with a wink, and with that, he walked off to the changing rooms.

"Fiona, you were amazing!" Ginny squealed as she hugged you. She then lowered her voice to a whisper that only you could hear. "I think Oliver was very proud of you too," She grinned and giggled a girlish giggle and you rolled your eyes.

"Ginny, he's like, way older than me."

"And? It's only a few years difference." she said in whisper again, grinning hugely. "What did he say to you just a moment ago?"

"He said that if I wanted a place on the team, I can have it."

"What, just like that?" Ginny asked, clicking her fingers once. You nodded and copied her action by clicking your fingers once.

"Just like that."

"Wow," she said, a little surprised. "Oliver hardly ever offers anyone a place just like that, he would usually have them do several try-outs before even considering them as part of the team. He must be really impressed with you, Fiona."

"You think so?" you asked curiously. Ginny nodded.

"you should have seen the smug look he had on his face when you hit Cedric off of his broom, the boy almost fell off his own broom from laughing too much!" she giggled whilst you rolled your eyes with a small smile. "Plus he's Scottish," she swooned with a sigh. You laughed.

"What's that got to do with anything?" Ginny clicked her fingers in front of your face, as if you were completely mental for not noticing.

"Have you heard his accent?! It's wonderful..." she sighed dreamily, making you take a step away. "Go out with him!"

"Stop setting me up with people!" you laughed, throwing a bit of grass at her as you dodged her hand that tried to hit you. "Besides, he's just a friend. Nothing more, nothing less. Why don't you go out with him, then?" Ginny blushed, hiding her cheeks in her hands.

"I'm too young for him," she said embarrassedly.

"Oh, and I'm not?" you laughed. This conversation went on and on for the rest of the day with Ginny constantly embarrassing you without meaning to.