Golden Girl; 𝓕𝓻𝓮𝓭 𝓦𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓵𝓮𝔂

Third Year: A Very Eventful Ending

Bambi Dear,

I promise that we'll have a good sit down and chat about all of this when school ends. You are more to me than a research experiment, dear, you are my daughter and I love you. Please don't allow your negative thoughts to consume you, they aren't true in the least bit.

Love,

Dad

The term resumed as quickly as it had started.

With the whole Gryffindor team back, Oliver Wood took every opportunity to get them on the field. Wood was working the team harder than ever. The team would enter the field every morning just to be drenched for about a minute in endless sheets of rain that didn't come even close to dampening Wood's spirits. The Weasley twins constantly complained both in and out of practice that Wood was becoming a fanatic, and Bambi had to agree with them.

She left practice bruised, soaking wet, and freezing cold each day. Her brand new Nimbus 2000 was really in need of a good polish and trim too from the vigorous use.

If the team, however, won their next match against Hufflepuff, they would overtake Slytherin in the house championship for the first time in seven years.

The one plus side to the intense trainings was that Bambi was so exhausted after Quidditch, that she was sleeping better than she had in a long time.

"Hey! I need your attention!" Oliver yelled, but it seemed nobody could hear him through the rain. He pointed his wand at his throat and yelled, "Will you stop messing around!? That's exactly the sort of thing that'll lose us the match! Snape's refereeing this time, and he'll be looking for any excuse to knock points off Gryffindor!"

The Weasleys, who had been dive-bombing each other and then pretending to fall off their brooms were caught off guard. George actually did fall off his broom at his words.

"Snape's refereeing?" He spat out a mouthful of mud and grass. "Tell me your joking,"

The rest of the team met George and Oliver down on the muddy field, all complaining.

"When's he ever refereed a match before?" Bambi wiped some strands of hair from her eyes, leaving a streak of brown mud across her face, "He's not gonna be fair if we might overtake Slytherin!"

"Yeah!" Chanted the team.

"It's not my fault!" Said Wood, "We've just got to make sure we play a nice clean game, so Snape hasn't got an excuse to pick on us!"

"He'll pick on us anyway, he doesn't need excuses to!" Bambi crossed her arms bitterly.

Wood gave the team a knowing look and sighed apologetically. Even he seemed to know they didn't hold a fair shot.

At the end of practice, the team all hung back to talk to each other, other than Harry, who seemed eager to dart off the field with his broom.

"I bet the ol' git volunteered because he knew it make a make or break it game," Fred spat.

"Maybe we can put a cheering charm on him, might get his knickers out of a knot at least," Angelina said thoughtfully.

"Ew no, I don't want to see him smile," Bambi frowned, the image of a grinning Snape burning in her mind disturbingly. "Or giggle,"

The rest of the team also screwed up their faces.

"Plus, I think you need to be really good to cast the charm on someone that experienced with magic," Alicia added, a bit bummed because for a moment she seemed to think Angelina's idea was as good one.