There's no 'I' in Team

by Elinai

Katie Bell and Oliver Wood: they make a formidable pair on the Quidditch pitch, but it'll take some convincing by the Weasley's, Angelina and Alicia to prove they make an excellent pair off the Quidditch pitch as well. Hum, Rom, action. Longish story. COMPLETE (finally!)

17. Blind rage

Name: Katie Bell, person with still possibly the worse migraine in the world
Age: Too young to have to suffer through this
Hair: Loose. Brushing it hurts my head
Current Mood: I am going to KILL that kilt wearing bastard Scotsman. As long as I don't have to exert myself too much.
Current Location: Just after Herbology, roughly one week later.

Oliver James Wood is a dead man walking.
He didn't do my essay. Well, not properly. This is what he wrote:

"How to prune the Horrible Hornucolous without needing several blood transfusion Charms," by Katrina Anne Bell (grrrr)

Step one: Make sure you don't do this:
[insert my picture of Sprout being messily devoured by the afore mentioned Horrible Hornucolous.

Wood had also helpfully labelled my little diagram, drawing those damn arrows he was so fond of to point to Professor Sprout, and HH, the man.

For that, Sprout gave me detention. Trimming the Horrible Hornucolous, so I could learn how to prune it 'first-hand.' She smiled nastily at this. But she kept my essay. ("For all its crudeness, it does have a point. And you are an exceptionally good drawer, Miss Bell.")

Oooh, he is soooooo unbelievably dead. Practise is this afternoon. He is deader than road-kill at a Vampire convention. Provided the Horrible Hornucolous doesn't kill me first.