"Fiona!" Oliver called over to you as you entered the common room later that evening. You smiled, having gotten dressed back into your normal clothes earlier in the changing rooms. He got up from his seat and walked over to you, smiling a bright smile. "Listen, about the game, you were brilliant. Utterly. Especially now that we have two player with two Firebolts, we're unstoppable! Anyway, what I said earlier, I meant it; if you want a place, it's yours."
"Oh," you said, looking up at the taller boy. "ok."
"So," he began again. "do you want a place? Chaser, maybe?" His eyes looked really hopeful as he waited impatiently for an answer to his question.
"Aw, look, Freddy; Wood's stealing your girlfriend!" George cackled at his brothers annoyed face, wishing that he didn't do that every single day.
"I'll think about it," you said with a nod. Oliver also nodded, smiling.
"Don't leave it too long, ok?" You nodded, watching him walk away and up the boy's dormitory staircase. Fred and George then came over, Fred's arm still bandaged up.
"What did he want?" asked Fred a little too eagerly, earning him a curious look from George.
"Hm? Oh, he just offered me a place on the team, as chaser. No biggie." you shrugged simply, smiling up at the very tall red-heads.
"No biggie?" they said together.
"It's very rare for Oliver to even offer a place without several try-outs." You simply shrugged again, getting bored with the same genre of conversation.
A few days later, Fred's arm was completely healed and was able to resume his original place as beater, thankfully. It was dinner time at Hogwarts, and the majority of the school was in the hall scoffing their faces with plate after plate amounts of food. You approached Oliver and tapped his shoulder, getting his attention.
"Oh, hey Fiona." Wood greeted once he finished his mouthful of food and then smiled up at you. "What's up?"
"Well," you began as you took a seat next to him and began to shovel on some delicious looking food onto your plate. "I've been thinking about what you said, about the chaser thing,"
"Yeah?" He asked.
"And after loads of pestering by two ginger boys," you sighed, looking up at the two grinning twins. "and, I've decided to pass on the offer." George choked on his food and Fred coughed on his drink, even Harry was a little surprised that you turned the offer down. But no one looked as shocked and as upset as Wood, who really wanted you to be on the team.
"What? Why?" he demanded. You shrugged.
"Like I said, Quidditch isn't really my thing. Don't get me wrong, I do enjoy it, but I want to focus on my studies. Sorry." Oliver was lost for words, his mouth hung open as he tried to speak.
"But – but-"
"She's made up her mind, Oliver." said Hermione in an irritated voice as she joined in the conversation. "Don't keep pestering her about it or she definitely won't join the team." She tutted, along with a sigh. She then looked up at you, as she was sat opposite you on the long table. "Are we still ok for studying later? We have that Potions essay to do. At least two pieces of parchment must be filled, oh, I am so excited to get started!" she squealed a little, receiving some groans from other students in your year and a death glare full of sharp daggers from Oliver, as if he could strike at any moment.
"Why don't you want to do it, Fiona?" asked Ron as he shoved in a large piece of sausage covered in ketchup into his mouth. Hermione clacked her fork back down onto her plate before it even reached her mouth.
"What did I just say, Ron?" Ron sat there in confused silence, he obviously didn't listen to a word this bossy boots had said in the last minute or so. She sighed in irritation. "I said to quit bothering her about Quidditch! Honestly!"
"But she has talent!" Wood whined slightly, trying to knock this piece of information into Hermione's thick skull.
"She also has many other talents, but do you see me trying to force her to become a teacher? No, I didn't think so either." Her voice had become quite stern and sharp, clearly having become utterly fed up with this repeating complaint.
"Fiona," Ginny said quickly to prevent any more bad energy to flow across this table. "are you still able to come over mine in the holidays?" she asked. You nodded after a brief second of thought.
"I should think so, I don't have anything planned or coming up I don't think." Hopefully, the holidays would come sooner rather than later; quicker rather than slower, because you just wanted to escape from this tense place and wanted it to be a time of relaxation. Which, you know wouldn't happen, unfortunately.