Never Is Our Always

But Now... I'm Falling Apart 5

(Minnie pov)

"Come on, Lina!" I shout, excitedly waving the permission form, "let's go inform Harry and Ron!"

"Coming!" She opened the bathroom door and I smirked at her, "you bloody genius, how'd you do it?"

-

Angelina and I came struggling towards them through the groups of gossiping students.

"We've got permission!" she said. ''To re-form the Quidditch team!"

"Excellent!" Ron and Harry said together.

"Yeah," I said, beaming. "I went to McGonagall and I think she might have appealed to Dumbledore- Anyway, Umbridge had to give in. Ha!"

"So I want you down at the pitch at seven o'clock tonight, all right, because we've got to make up time. You realise we're only three weeks away from our first match?" Angelina adds.

"Oh, Ron, we practice tomorrow!" I reminded him, "four o'clock in the morning, don't be late."

"Yep." He sighs.

Angelina grabbed my hand and we squeezed away from them, narrowly dodged an ink pellet from Peeves, which hit a nearby first-year instead, and vanished from sight.

-

The weather did not improve as the day wore on, so that at seven o'clock that evening, when I went down to the Quidditch pitch for practice, I was soaked through within minutes, my feet slipping and sliding on the sodden grass.

The sky was a deep, thundery gray and it was a relief to gain the warmth and light of the changing rooms, even if we knew the respite was only temporary. I found Fred and George debating whether to use one of their own Skiving Snackboxes to get out of flying.

"-but I bet she'd know what we'd done," Fred said out of the corner of his mouth. "If only I hadn't offered to sell her some Puking Pastilles yesterday-"

"We could try the Fever Fudge," George muttered, "no one's seen that yet-"

"Does it work?" inquired Ron hopefully, as the hammering of rain on the roof intensified and wind howled around the building.

"Well, yeah," Fred said, "your temperature'll go right up-"

"-but you get these massive pus-filled boils too," George said, "and we haven't worked out how to get rid of them yet."

"I can't see any boils," said Ron, staring at the twins.

"No, well, you wouldn't," Fred said darkly, "they're not in a place we generally display to the public-"

"-but they make sitting on a broom a right pain in the -"

"All right, everyone, listen up," Angelina said loudly, emerging from the Captain's office. "I know it's not ideal weather, but there's a good chance we'll be playing Slytherin in conditions like this so it's a good idea to work out how we're going to cope with them. Harry, didn't you do something to your glasses to stop the rain fogging them up when we played Hufflepuff in that storm?"

"Minnie did it," Harry said. He pulled out his wand, tapped his glasses and said, "Impervius!" I felt proud that he remembered.

"I think we all ought to try that," Angelina said. "If we could just keep the rain off our faces it would really help visibility- all together, come on- Impervius! Okay. Let's go."