(Book 1 in Emily Cooper series)
Emily Grace Cooper is a Muggle-born witch and best friends with the Weasley twins and Lee Jordan since they met on the train in their first year. Well known for her pranks and "don't give a shit" attitude, Emily is l...
Ravenclaw played Slytherin a week after start of term, Slytherin narrowly winning which, according to Wood, was good news for Gryffindor because they would take second place if they beat Ravenclaw too. But this also meant that he decided to increase the number of team practices to five a week, meaning that Lee and I were seeing the twins even less than usual. We were, however, currently sat in the stand of the Quidditch pitch watching the Gryffindor team practice for their match against Ravenclaw.
"Woohoo! Go Fred! Go George!" I sang as they were practicing their hits.
"No distracting my players!" Wood complained.
"He's no fun." I pouted, plopping myself back in my seat.
"He just wants to win." Lee said, laughing at my pout.
"He wants to win so badly; he'll kill us all to do it." Fred joked as he flew over to us.
"Oh, don't be so dramatic." I told him. "He might kill some of you but he'd definitely spare Harry."
"Not unless Harry get's that Firebolt back before the game." Fred countered.
"Weasley! Quit flirting and get down here!" Wood suddenly yelled from the pitch.
Fred rolled his eyes and flew down to land in front of Wood who began telling the team something in a very animated tone.
"What do you think his plan for the match is?" Lee asked.
"Wouldn't have a clue." I replied.
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It was a normal Thursday night in the Gryffindor common room, everyone was busy doing homework or studying for their O.W.L exams. It was dreadfully mind numbing, but if I wanted any chance of passing my exams it had to be done.
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"Where did you get it, Harry?"
"Can I have a go?"
"Ravenclaw hasn't got a chance! They're all on Cleansweep Sevens!"
The common room suddenly erupted into excited chatter gathering around someone in the middle of the room. I got up and stood on my chair, looking over the crowd to see Harry holding his Firebolt.
"He got the Firebolt back!" I exclaimed to Fred, George, and Lee.
The Firebolt got passed around the room, everyone getting a chance to hold it. It felt incredibly well balanced, Harry was going to dominate Ravenclaw! I handed it back to Harry, but Ron interjected, saying he would take it upstairs for him. The common room quietened down once again as the excitement died and everyone went back to their studying, until a horrified yell came from up the boy's staircase. Everyone stared in horror as hurried footsteps got louder and louder, then Ron came into view, dragging a bedsheet behind him.
