Harry Potters Twin Book Five

Quidditch

"Katie Bell was sent to the hospital wing because the Slytherin keeper hit her eyebrows with a hair-thickening charm," I told Harry and Ron grumpily one dinner. I had just finished visiting Katie and her eyebrows were as big as beavers. "She won't be able to practice today."

"No way," Ron said, appalled. "Professor McGonagall knows who did it, right?"

"Professor Snape insisted Katie did it to herself," I scowled. "He said she must have held her wand backwards."

"But it was the Slytherins!" Harry said, taken aback.

"Well, Snape was never fair, was he?" I said.

Hermione tsked and excused herself from the table.

"What's up with her?" said a voice behind me. A second later, Bonnie plonked herself into her chair and pulled my plate towards her.

"I don't know," Ron said. "She's gone completely mad, I assume."

"It's not that," I rolled my eyes. "She's tired of all the Quidditch talk."

"Well, who wouldn't be?" Bonnie said. "That's all anyone talks about now. Quidditch, Quidditch, Quidditch. They act like it's their whole lives."

Bonnie sounded a bit too bitter. "Break up with Draco?" I guessed.

Bonnie, if possible, looked more depressed. "Yes. You'd think he'd be devistated but all he seems to worry about is loosing the Quidditch match."

I wasn't really surprised by this, but I didn't say it out loud. "So I'm guessing you want us to win?"

Bonnie looked furious. "I don't care who wins! Everything isn't all about Quidditch, Nixie!"

I blinked. "I know, bu-"

Bonnie sniffed. "I know what you are going to say. Don't say it."

"Where are you going?" I said, bewildered when she gave me back my plate and got up.

"Liabrary," Bonnie said. "Where some sane people should be."

As we watched Bonnie leave, Ron said, "She does know that the only people who are at the liabrary now are people ordering Quidditch Through the Ages?"

I smirked. "No, she doesn't."

*~*

It took a great deal to pull me from my bed the morning of the Quidditch match. Hermione and Dani had to grab both my ankles and yank as hard as they could while Lavender and Padma had to try to release my iron grip brom the bed posts.

"Come on, Nixie, I thought you were confident before each game," Lavender whined.

My voice was muffled because I had stuffed it in my pillows. "Ron sucks."

No one heard me, but the sound of my voice must have made them more insistant on getting me from the bed because they all gave an almighty yank and I was ripped from the bed, landing in a heap on the floor.

"There," Dani said breathlessly. "Now get dressed."

I glared at her. "I hate you."

"As long as you win us a game it's all fine with me," Dani said. "Now hurry up, I want my breakfast."

I expected applauding when I walked into the hall with the rest of my team, but instead all I heard was jearing from the Slytherin table and excited chatter from Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws. I turned to go give them a rude hand gesture when I caught sight of the badges every Slytherin was wearing. They were silver, and in the shape of a crown.

A first, I thought they were trying to say that they were the kings of Quidditch (lame, by the way) but then I seen them pointing and sniggering at Ron, and I got a bad feeling in my stomach.