Darling, I Love You • FRED WEASLEY

10

We've always known that Slytherin played dirty but I never knew that they'd take it this low.

"They've rescheduled it!" Oliver fumed, his hands on his hair gripping it tightly while he paced around the common room whilst we passed around the piece of parchment from Madam Hooch. Marcus Flint is claiming that their seeker is injured.

Oliver plopped down on an armchair and furiously rubbed his face. I could literally see the steam coming out of his ears.

"That little bitch!" Tori bellowed, reading the parchment over Angelina's shoulder.

"He's not even injured!" Harry protested, "the Hipoggriff barely touched him!"

"We're playing Hufflepuff instead," Oliver muttered, his eyes glued shut to frustration.

"Well that'll be easy," Angelina chuckled, linking her arms with Tori.

"I don't think so, Ange..." I slowly said, "they have a new captain and seeker, we've got no idea how he'll play."

"She's right, we've been training for Slytherin, not Hufflepuff!" Oliver huffed, crossing his arms still seething. Slumping further into the sofa.

"Cedric Diggory," Tori and Angelina said in unison, dreamy looks etched on their faces. Nudging each other playfully at the thought of the Hufflepuff seeker and captain, Diggory, or what other students call him, Golden Boy.

"Bet you like that, Eli," Fred huffed, crossing his arms at me.

"Get over it, Fred!" I retorted.

"You can't deny how attractive he is!" Tori laughed. Fred scoffed and rolled his eyes, turning away from us but not before:

"Just because he's attractive doesn't make him a great player," he muttered under his breath.

Oliver has made us practice for the entire week to prepare us for the upcoming match. Changing our strategies, he even made poor Ginny spy on the Hufflepuff team not that she's complaining. She too has a tinsy crush on the captain.

The day of the match arrived and the conditions for the Quidditch match were much worse than it has been in the last few days, the rain was heavier than ever. Dark clouds loomed over the pitch as we ran into the changing rooms.

We woke up early expecting at least a hint of the warm sun but alas, we can only dream. I couldn't believe they didn't cancel quidditch at this condition, it's like Oliver possessed the staff!

"Why is it when Eli is sad the weather is shit?" Angelina wondered, looking outside our window.

"I must have powers," I joked, "it seems the weather is just a bit too much for my powers to work."

Angelina chuckled and put on another hoodie.

Seeing the condition we were about to play in I just couldn't help but feel nervous and also because this was the first game of the season. Thunder cracked around making Angelina, Tori, and I flinch.

"Well fuck," Tori muttered, as we met up with the rest of the team, heading out onto the pitch.

Oliver turned to us and gathered us into a small circle, looking over at Fred.

"Suck it up and kick some badgers, motherfuckers!" Fred and George cheered making the rest of the team sigh and shake their head.

A few years ago when their brother, Charlie, was captain he decided that it would be best if every match one of the team members would give this 'motivational speech'. The twins enjoy it every time.