"Wood, we are not training in the snow!" Angelina sternly told her captain.

"But we play Ravenclaw soon- we need to be prepared." He said to his team, expecting this would put them in gear.

"Prepared, not dead!" Fred exclaimed. Oliver frowned.

"And besides- look at the pile of work Harry has!" George said, pointing to a stack of books on the table that mostly belonged to the twins. Harry nodded, not ready to de-ice his glasses for the third time that week.

Oliver scowled, "Fine. But I'm going." He said, walking out of the common room in his robes.

When he neared the pitch he was surprised to see someone on it. He walked up to the turf and watched as the girl from tryouts hammered a bludger towards the middle ring. It sailed straight through without making even the slightest noise.

Wood smiled, impressed, as she touched down and wrestled the bludger back into its case. Oliver approached her as she charmed the case and prepared to mount her broom.

"You have good aim." He said.

She turned and smiled, looking surprised to see him, "Thanks." She said, then added, "I'd make a sucky beater if I didn't."

He laughed, "Maybe I'll see you around."

She nodded and hopped on her broom with the case hovering behind her.

Before she left she said, "It was really cool of you not to accept the rematch against Hufflepuff. That game should have been ours."

Oliver smiled to himself as he shot into the sky. This girl was something else.