° His Sunshine °

- sixteen -

"Come in," said the old professor, and with a deep breath Quinn entered Professor McGonagall's office, Hermione trailing after her.

Despite the professors strict demeanor, Quinn found her and her office fairly comforting. The interior was old fashioned but cosy, with tartan sofas, a ticking grandfather clock, and a large bookshelf bursting with old leatherbound books.

"And what do I owe the pleasure girls?" McGonagall inquired, not looking up from her desk as she marked papers.

Quinn shuffled nervously. "I may have called Snape a bully..." she said.

"I see," said McGonagall, looking up at Quinn and Hermione.

"But he was being mean to Hermione-"

"Miss Weasley-"

"He asked a question and then called her a 'insufferable know-it-all for actually answering the question-"

"Miss Weasley-"

"I'm sorry Proffessor McGee, I really am but he was making Hermione cry and-" Quinn felt like she was going to cry now, stressed that she had disappointed her favourite professor.

"Miss Weasley, please," said McGonagall firmly, finally getting Quinn to quiet. "Why don't you girls sit here for the rest of class and do some independent study."

"Really?" said Hermione quietly, while Quinn just slumped in relief.

"Yes, Miss Granger," she said softly, "I know Professor Snape can be... rather temperamental at times. Sit, and Quinn you know where to find the biscuits."

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The next morning, Harry was woken extremely early by a slightly grumpy Quinn.

Harry groaned and swatted away her cold hand that was flicking his nose.

"Quinnley Weasley, it's still dark out," he grumbled. "Leave me sleep."

Quinn rolled her eyes and stole his covers, wrapping them around herself instead. "Do you think I wanna be awake at 5 am? C'mon, we gotta get up for the match."

Harry swore but got up. Quinn drew a quick moustache on Ron's face, then went to the common room to wait for Harry while he got dressed.

Harry changed into his Quidditch uniform with great effort, not wanting to change out of his warm pyjamas in the cold room. Then he wandered down to the common room.

There, Quinn sat in front of the fire, still wrapped in Harry's quilt. She had her sketchbook in front of her, pencil in hand, but wasn't actually drawing. As much as Quinn wanted to draw, she couldn't focus on designing. Her mind was too occupied with thoughts about the match. The weather had worsened still throughout the night, becoming dangerous to the teams. Quinn was clueless about how they were going to play, yet alone win, but wanted to be optimistic. At least both teams were playing in the same conditions, so they were on the same level.
Harry's presence, however, snapped her out of her worried mind.

"C'mon," he said, ruffling his hair with one hand, making it messier than it already was. He gave his other hand to Quinn and pulled her onto her feet.

After a big stretch, Quinn pulled her wand out of her boot and did a small spell to send Harry's quilt flying back to his bed (startling a half awake Seamus) and her sketchbook back to her desk (startling Bosola who was chilling on his log).

"Stand and fight, you mangy curs!" yelled Sir Codogan as they headed through the portrait hole.

"Oh, shut up," Harry yawned, and Quinn sent a spell the portraits way that changed the knights shiny armour into a frilly purple dress.