Cat And Mouse - Familia Primum: Book Five

Third Year

"Alithia. You're late...again. what is going on with you?" Charlie asked. A tone of concern lacing his voice.

"Nothing. Just dealing with a lot at the moment. Between classes and quidditch, I barely have time to eat and sleep. Sleeping is what I was so peacefully doing a few moments ago." She growled out as she moved passed him.

Quickly she changed in the locker room, grabbed her broom, and went out onto the pitch. She mounted her broom, and flew straight through the quaffles path. She sped towards the hoops and threw the quaffle through.

Ten points to Gryffindor.

Oliver just shook his head at her as the quaffle soared though the hoop.

"Good shot, little sister. Just try not to be late to the game Saturday, yeah?"

"I haven't been late to a match yet. It's not likely to happen any time soon, big brother." She said with a pat to his chest.

After practice, Oliver approached her.

"Nice shots today."

"Nice blocking. On occasion."

"Hey! What if I said I let you win?"

"Please, as if you would let anybody win."

He mumbled something incoherent.

"What was that?"

"I didn't say anything."

"Mmm-hmm. If you say so."

He then poked her side. So she poked him back. This continued on for a minute.

That is until he grabbed her around the waist and began to tickle her.

"Wood what are you doing to my little sister?"

"Umm.. I... Nothing... Sorry.. Um, I gotta go." Charlie and Alithia busted up laughing as Oliver ran off.

"So what exactly was that? Do you like him?" Charlie asked in a sing song voice.

"No." She pushed him lightly. "He's just a friend."

"Whatever you say, sis. But he likes you. That I am certain of."

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Alithia refused to believe Charlie. To believe that Oliver, of all people, liked her. She was nothing special.

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