Anchor~ Harry James Potter

3.10-Break in's and Quidditch-

It looked like the end of Ron and Hermione's friendship. Each was so angry with the other that Celeste couldn't see how they'd ever make up.

Ron was enraged that Hermione had never taken Crookshanks's attempts to eat Scabbers seriously, hadn't bothered to keep a close enough watch on him, and was still trying to pretend that Crookshanks was innocent by suggesting that Ron look for Scabbers under all the boys' beds.

Hermione, meanwhile, maintained fiercely that Ron had no proof that Crookshanks had eaten Scabbers, that the ginger hairs might have been there since Christmas, and that Ron had been prejudiced against her cat ever since Crookshanks had landed on Ron's head in the Magical Menagerie.

Personally, Celeste was sure that  Scabbers had ran away, little shit was a menace anyways. Always buying Celeste whenever she was near him. To be honest she was glad he was gone and praised Crookshanks even though she knew he didn't eat him. Ron glared at Celeste when she did that.

Harry thought that Crookshanks did what the rat and said it to Hermione, who got a bit upset and felt Harry chose Ron's side. They all knew Celeste wasn't going to choose a side so didn't bother to get angry at her.

"Okay, side with Ron, I knew you would!" she said shrilly. "First the Firebolt, now Scabbers, everything's my fault, isn't it! Just leave me alone, Harry, I've got a lot of work to do!"

Ron had taken the loss of his rat very hard indeed.

"Come on, Ron, you were always saying how boring Scabbers was," said Fred bracingly. "And he's been off-color for ages, he was wasting away. It was probably better for him to snuff it quickly — one swallow — he probably didn't feel a thing."

"Fred!" said Ginny indignantly. Celeste snorted and hid her face in Ginny's shoulder. The ginger girl blushed at her actions but smiled amusedly none the less.

"All he did was eat and sleep, Ron, you said it yourself," said George.

"He bit Goyle for us once!" Ron said miserably. "Remember, Celeste, Harry?"

"Yeah, that's true," said Harry.

"Yeah the only good thing he did for me." Celeste said. Ron glared at her but understood her anger. Scabbers never really liked Celeste for some reason, even Ron knew that.

"His finest hour," said Fred, unable to keep a straight face. "Let the scar on Goyle's finger stand as a lasting tribute to his memory. Oh, come on, Ron, get yourself down to Hogsmeade and buy a new rat, what's the point of moaning?"

Celeste and Ginny  had to leave as they burst into a fit of giggles. Fred looked over to Celeste and winked at her with a smirk.

The Gryffindor team had a final practice before the Ravenclaw match.
Madam Hooch, who was still overseeing Gryffindor practices to keep an eye on Harry and Celeste, was just as impressed with the Firebolts as everyone else had been. She took Harry's in her hands before takeoff and gave them the benefit of her professional opinion.

"Look at the balance on it! If the Nimbus series has a fault, it's a slight list to the tail end — you often find they develop a drag after a few years. They've updated the handle too, a bit slimmer than the Cleansweeps, reminds me of the old Silver Arrows — a pity they've stopped making them. I learned to fly on one, and a very fine old broom it was too..."

She continued in this vein for some time, until Wood said, "Er — Madam Hooch? Is it okay if Harry has the Firebolt back? We need to practice..."

"Oh — right — here you are, then, Potter," said Madam Hooch. "I'll sit over here with Weasley..."

She and Ron left the field to sit in the stadium, and the Gryffindor team gathered around Wood for his final instructions for tomorrow's match.

"Harry, I've just found out who Ravenclaw is playing as Seeker. It's Cho Chang. She's a fourth year, and she's pretty good... I really hoped she wouldn't be fit, she's had some problems with injuries..." Wood scowled his displeasure that Cho Chang had made a full recovery, then said, "On the other hand, she rides a Comet Two Sixty, which is going to look like a joke next to the Firebolt." He gave Harry's broom a look of fervent admiration, then said, "Okay, everyone, let's go —"