Sorry guys – exams! I'm slogging through it as much as I can. It's really annoying, because I have a lot of plans for what comes next, but I just don't have enough time to articulate them at the moment. Only two weeks until exams are over – thanks for sticking with me and the story!

Name: Katie, the five-year-old
Age: FIVE!
Hair: Five-year-old hair.
Current Mood: Having a strange urge to play with ponies. What do you freaking think: I've been turned into a fricken five-year-old - I want to murder someone with my little pudgey sausage fingers.
Current Location: McGonagall's office.

Can I just say, frankly, I think Wood deserved more than a detention. I expected McGonagall to at least jinx him or something. But no, she's just like "You have a visitor." Who in their right mind would willingly want to see this fricking hexing highland kilt-wearing crazy Scotsman?

Some gorgeous girl, apparently.

"One of your Puddlemere trialees, I believe. Miss Callidus Venenum." McGonagall introduces. I slouch lower into my seat and pout. Oliver, on the other hand, looks ecstatic.

"Cally!" He enthuses. Well, he's on nick-name terms already. The boy sure moves fast. Wasn't he supposed to be busy stressing out and trialling for the chance of a lifetime, not making petty small talk and chatting up foreigners? Cally returns his enthusiasm with a smile that could flood-light a Quidditch Pitch. "What are you doing here? Are you coming to Hogwarts now?"

McGonagall raises an eyebrow.

"Mr Wood, you know the school's policy on student exchange. Besides, Miss Venenum completed her final school year in Ireland last year with distinction. She has a unique proposal for you, and I must admit her proposal and her very presence at Hogwarts is quite odd. But I'm willing to make exceptions in light of your recent success at the Puddlemere trials. Miss Venenum, if you would?" Cally looks unperturbed at McGonagall's stern tone, but twists her hands together as she looks at Oliver from under her lashes.

"Well Oliver, I was wondering if you'd like to train for the trials together? The next trial is going to be a lot tougher, and I want to be prepared. I know you still have school work, but the Professor is willing to make an allowance. Do you, well would you consider…do you want to?" She finished shyly.

Merlin spare me. Oliver's got NEWTS to study for, and when he's not studying for them he'll be scheduling every spare second for Quidditch Practise and making my life miserable. And when he's not doing that he'll be trying to steal Hermione Granger's TimeTurner, so he can schedule even more training sessions and make my life even miserabler before our next game. And why is she even here? Wood has a whole freaking Quidditch team at his disposal and he won't hesitate to abuse his authority and make us train him day and night. And between the –count it: SIX – of us, I'm sure we can train him up ready for the next trial better than she ever could. I'm sorry honey, but you haven't got a chance.

"Sure." Beams Oliver without a second's hesitation.

"What the f-," I go to say, but McGonagall interrupts.

"Oliver, you do realise not only will this training cut into your school lessons, but also your extra-curricular involvements."

"What involvements?"

"Uh, your Quidditch team, Mr Wood. The team I made you Captain of earlier this year."

"Oh, yeah, that."

Oh, yeah, that? THAT?! What the hell is going on here? How could Wood just forget he has a team? How could he forget the daily five-am practises? All his plays and manoeuvres and rantings and ravings? The connipitic fit he pitched earlier this year where he threw his shoes into the storm? The suicidal moping in the showers? What the hell is wrong with him?

"Well, Wood, you have a decision to make." McGonagall lectures. "This may take a bit of time to consider, remembering especially your upcoming game."

"I want to train with Cally." Oliver fires back. McGonagall purses her lips in disapproval. I'm with you lady.

Meanwhile Cally had stepped away from the internal door-way and spotted me.

"Oh, who's this? Your daughter?" She asked McGonagall, while pinching my cheek. Clearly, this chick has a deathwish. I let out a deep growl from the back of my throat and she takes a step backwards in surprise. McGonagall looks like she just choked on her own indignation.

"My daughter - hardly. That is Katie Bell, and she's a student here. Miss Venenum, work with Wood at your peril." She adds wryly. "See what he does to his own team-members." McGonagall motions to me. "Miss Bell is a fifth-year."

And then, guess what this Cally chick does? After McGonagall has made it crystal-clear I'm only two years younger than Cally, and obviously cruelly trapped in a five-year-old body because of some Scottish Captain's malicious, evil-minded hex?

"Oh, isn't she a doll." Cally beams, petting my head.

I look up at her.

Oh, it is on.

It is so on.

You all guessed correctly! Mystery woman is in fact, Cally.
Oliver's POV later on this week. Sorry, this chapter probably has a hell of a lot more spelling errors than usual - in a hurry to post it and actually give you guys something, because you've all been so supportive :)
AARDVARK's review inspired Katie's last few thoughts.
Amorteniaaa, thanks for pointing that out - over the course of the story I have boosted up Katie's age and cut Oliver's down some, and also made her the same year as Alicia and Angelina because it's easier to give Katie classes with them instead of inventing new characters. And Oliver's birthdate - yeah, I'm not good with the math side of life, but damn 1976 sounds so...old. Thinking in today's terms, to me that makes him 30... something...old!