Sorry guys – back from holidays. I couldn't write anything over the hols because my parents don't exactly approve of writing as a potential occupation. They see it more as a waste of time. Hence, I had to stay away from the computer lest I get a sermon about the pointlessness of writing.
To catch-up with the story (even I've fallen behind), it's probably best to read the last 10 chapters or so to refresh your memories (I know I had to). But the basic low-down for those who can't be bothered:

Wood trialled for Puddlemere and made the final 10. He met another contestant Cally, who later rocked up at Hogwarts to 'practise' with him. As a side note Fred, George, Angela and Alicia are trying to get Oliver and Katie to realise there's a spark between them. This involved making over Katie, but she wasn't too impressed with the new her, as yet. Before anyone could see the allegedly 'new-and-improved' Katie, Wood inadvertently changed her into a five-year-old and can't seem to change her back. Wood now thinks Katie is too much of a liability to play Quidditch and is contemplating subbing Cally on the Gryffindor team instead of Katie, because of the upcoming game tomorrow. When Wood's team got wind of his scheme they walked off, and it is unclear whether they will return for the game tomorrow.

Sorry this chapter hasn't got more flair for the first one back, but I need to re-establish what's happening. Special thanks to everyone (and I mean everyone, because you all did) who reviewed over the holidays. I didn't realise the story made such an impression. Awesome :)

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Name: Katie
Age: Small
Hair: Ange thought it would be funny to make them into two pony-tails on either side of my head. Ha freaking ha. Hilarious.
Current Mood: Slight annoyance
Current Location: Between Potions and Astronomy classes, dodging legs and generally trying to avoid getting trampled.

It's usually difficult enough to get from one side of Hogwarts to another, it being a castle and all. It's especially difficult when you've just come from an exhausting double Potions in the dungeons, and your wacky timetable expects you to be alllll the way at the top of the West Tower for Astronomy in only five minutes. I swear, it's like they expect us to all be like Hermione Granger and be in two places at one time. Add a few hundred students to dodge, heavy books to carry and many, many flights of stairs that love to change around on you, and you get why I'm annoyed. It's also doubly difficult for me because I'm only 3 freaking feet tall. The Weasley's swear they do these absurd timetables to encourage students to find hidden passageways. But then again, the Weasely's think that Filch's "362 ABSOLUTELY FORBIDDEN things to bring to Hogwarts" actually reads "Filch's Christmas Wish List", and they endeavour to purchase and mass produce at least 20 items on Filch's list every term, just to "bring cheer and Christmas spirit into a tetchy man's life". Because the Weasely twins are just Angels in disguise.

I ducked into a small corridor to avoid being trampled by some rampaging sixth-years.

If I had a Christmas wish list, I would:

1.� Wish Oliver would hurry up and change me back.
2.� Promptly kill Oliver when he changed me back.
3.� Slowly and painfully kill Cally. I'm not sure on the logistics yet, but give me time. I have all of Astronomy to invent and imagine the best ways to totally destroy her.

"Well, well, well. Katie Bell." Merlin's curled toenail. That voice simultaneously made the hair stand up on the back of my neck and made me have to swallow hard to avoid throwing up. I turned around and looked up into Marcus Flint's face. On second thought's I'll just stare at his shoes. Even if he'd recently trod in Hippogriff dung, it would still be a more attractive option than staring at his face. I resisted the urge to sink my teeth into his ankle. Purely because I have an aversion to catching rabies.

"Word around the school is you'd made a change in your appearance. Something sexy." Surely the one good thing about being five is even Flint wouldn't try to crack onto me. Surely even he isn't that low.

"But now I've found out Wood's placed a hex on you to keep you all to himself." Well actually, it didn't really go down like that, but I wasn't about to waste my breath explaining that to someone who has an IQ lower than their own shoe-size.

"And now he won't let you play against us. Smart move. You'd be flattened. And I wouldn't want to have to hurt you." More's the pity, because I desperately wanted to hurt him. Since I was only 5, I'd forgo that desire for a while and further develop my sense of self preservation, which seems to be lacking.

"So it'll just be me against him during the game. And I'll make you a deal, Katie Bell. If Slytherin wins, I get you all to myself."

"And if Gryffindor win?"

"Wood will be in a nice enough mood to change you back to normal. And then I'll have you either way."

"No deal." I said coldly, turning on my heel. Flint snagged me back by one of my pony-tails. I knew they were a bad idea.

It was at that moment that Flint was bowled over by a…golf buggy. When I looked to see who was at the wheel, I realised I shouldn't be so surprised.

"Weasley's Taxi Service." George grinned, beeping the horn. Fred hauled me into the buggy and we zoomed off. Well, Flint was sort of unconscious and lying in the way, but that didn't faze George, and he didn't alter his path. George may have even reversed over Filch several times for good measure. Remind me never to be a pedestrian whenever George is driving. We left Flint in the corridor with tire-tracks over his cloak.

"Where to, Miss?" Fred asked in a cockney accent.

"Dare I even ask where you picked up that Muggle contraption from?"

"Finder's keepers." He replied evilly.

"We were trying to devise a way to keep you out of trouble." George explained as he tore down hallways and corridors, with little regard for students, suits of armour or our own safety. He had a potential future as driver of the Knight Bus.

"We figured Slytherin would be more likely to have a go at you when you're tiny." Fred reasoned. "We were going to organise an army to guard you."

"Or at least take it upon ourselves to accompany you between classes."
As we came up on the heels of a group of Slytherin's, they shrieked and pelted off while George cackled manically.

"But instead we found this."

They drove full pelt into a tapestry and beetled down the darkened tunnel of a hidden passageway. George hit the lights and the tunnel blazed, illuminating the silvery cobwebs hanging from the roof like stalactites.

"We'd like to let you have a lend of it until you're normal-sized again."

"You are coming to the game, right?" Fred asked.

"Cally seems to have replaced me fairly easily." I replied in a cold voice.

"Dungbombs." George snorted. "We're only going to support you. So you better turn up, or Wood will get it in his big head that we're there because of him."

"In case you haven't noticed, my competition is Ms Perfect."

"When has that stopped you before?" Fred pointed out. "You're the most determined player on the team. I thought you'd have wanted to show up Wood and Cally."

"Just show up." George changed tact. "We're already brewing something up, you could say." Fred winked and George tapped his nose knowingly. Usually that look would instil the fear of God in me, but the Weasley's were on my team. That made me a force to be reckoned with.

Two minutes and two hidden passageways later and I was outside the trapdoor that led to the top of the Astronomy Tower. Fred parked the buggy just inside the last passageway. In unison they saluted like soldiers or bellhops, clicked their heels together, bowed, and still hunched over, scuttled backwards and disappeared back inside the tunnel. You'd swear they rehearse these kinds of things. At least life is never boring with the Weasley twins around.

20 minutes into the Astronomy lesson and I had to bite the inside of my cheek to keep myself from yawning. I still had an hour of star-mapping before I could finally sleep. For all of about 3 hours, until I had to get up for the last practise before the Slytherin game. If I was still on the team, that was. At the moment I wasn't even sure if we had a team. Whoever turned up at 5am for practise tomorrow was the team. I was seriously debating sleeping in, but then Cally and Flint would have won.

As I nodded off to sleep watching Jupiter court Saturn, I bumped my telescope and the lens dropped several inches. When I looked in it again, it was pointing down towards to Quidditch Pitch. Wood was flitting around on his broomstick. At 1 o'clock in the morning. I smiled to myself. He does still care about the team. And then I caught sight of another figure also darting about. These figures were darkened and blurred, but I knew. Cally. I ground my teeth together and spend the rest of the lesson cursing her under my breath.

Consequently, my star map suffered and the stars looked rather jerky. My hand had been shaking in rage as I'd been trying to draw in the Southern Constellation and Great Wizard's Beard. But at least I'd tried, right? Bonus points for not falling asleep. By the end of the lesson I was looking forward to joy riding and hooning down a few empty corridors to vent my frustration. If a dark-haired person starting with 'C' and ending in 'Ally' happened to fall in front of my wheels, well, yeah. Bonus points. I mean, whoops.

Unfortunately, as I was descending the stairs to sweet freedom, the Professor took me aside and said unless I claimed extenuating circumstances because of my Age-Jinx, I was most likely going to fail Astronomy again. Peachy. I was five years old, my Quidditch Captain was an ass and won't allow me in the next Quidditch game, and now I was failing classes which in turn meant my mother would ban me from playing Quidditch altogether.

But even if I wasn't going to be allowed to play Quidditch any more, mark my words, I was still going to even the score before I left. I am going to play in that game tomorrow.

Game on. Cally won't know what hit her.� bwahahaha