Olive Wood and the Cup of Potions

The Quidditch Final

It's already been a week since Dumbledore made the announcement about the Quidditch final. And today was the day of the match. The match would take place at six tonight, and tension was rising rapidly among Gryffindor and Hufflepuff students. 

'Hufflepuff's going to win this match, just you wait and see.' Rocco said to Ron. 'Gryffindor hasn't won the Quidditch Cup ever since the legendary  Charlie Weasley  came to Hogwarts. And you have a first year on your team.' Ron sneered and shot daggers at Malfoy. 

'That's right Weasley. Walk away.' Malfoy said. 

(Quick note, Olive calls Malfoy's brother Rocco by his name and calls Draco,  Malfoy.)

Olive couldn't handle it anymore. Nobody talks to Ron, or any of her friends like that. 

'Listen here, Malfoy. If you think you can talk about Gryffindor like that when Slytherin lost the first match of the year against us, you are mistaken. It doesn't matter who wins as long as it's not you.' Olive shot pointing a threatening finger at him. 

Malfoy stared at it with a screwed look on his face and said, 'All right then. We'll make a bet. Weasley come over here.' Ron stepped forward and stood directly next to Olive. 

'If Gryffindor wins, I give you ten Galleons, but if Hufflepuff win, you give me ten Galleons. Deal?' He asked putting his hand out. Ron stared at it and took it firmly. 

'May the best house win.' Malfoy sneered. 

There were still two more hours until the match began, and training was for an hour. After going a few laps, and running through the strategy, the team proceeded to the Common Room fro some rest. 

But Olive was not going to rest. She had decided to practice the Charm she's supposed to learn before the match. 

As soon as she entered the Common Room, she was surrounded with red hair and a bush of hair. 

'Olive, Harry, you need to win the match. I don't have ten galleons!' Ron said. 

'Olive, should we practice the Locomotion Charm? And did Ron really make a bet with Malfoy?' Hermione asked. 

'Sure and yes.' Olive replied. 'But, um, maybe I should change out of these robes.' She looked down to see her sweat covered Quidditch Robes and her Deputy Captain badge pinned on them. 

She freshened up and soon went with Hermione to practice the Charm. 

'Locomotar- no, er locomotor. Yes that's it.' Olive heard Hermione muttering. Olive was practicing her wand movement and tried doing the spell. 

She tried once but Harry and Ron's continues talking was bothering her too much. 

'Can you two please shut up? If you want me and Hermione to be able to get rid of Maurice,' (Maurice was the name of the three headed cat.) 'you better shut your mouths up so we can focus.' She snapped. 

Ron and Harry went pale and dropped their voices to a whisper. 

'Here we go. Locomotor quill.' she said. The quill slowly, but steadily hovers off of the table and stayed there for a few seconds. then olive thought of moving it to Harry. She directed her wand at him and sent the quill over to his lap. Hermione was staring at her mouth half open. 

'Amazing, Olive!' She said. The quill was hovering over Harry's lap and fell down as soon as Olive lowered her wand.  Ron and Harry's mouths were wide open and Ron was staring at the quill and back to Olive. 

'You just did a charm that we're supposed to learn next year.' Ron said. Olive flushed. 

'That was amazing!' Harry exclaimed. Just then Fred and George appeared from the boys dormitories.