We're all stories in the end -- Spring 1991

I nodded, flipping the magazine closed.  "Yeah, that's true.  She does always pay attention when she's at the matches.  Plus she pops in at practice now and then, too."  I knew Charlie sometimes got irritated.  She distracted everyone -- well not me, but everyone else.

"Yeah, I know," i said, still slighty bitter.  The one practice she popped in on us, George stopped payin gattention to the bludgers and I ended up with a small concussion.

It did ot surprise me that he was still upset about that.  "I thought you were going to kill George and scream at McGonagall," I said.  "Once you came back around, of course."  That had been brutal.

I smiled.  "You ran the rest of the practice well, though," I added.  "She had to have seen you that day."  The twins had complained to me that he was more strict than I was.  Which would be good for the twins.  I was worried that the next captain they woudl walk all over -- but I knew Oliver would be able to handle them easily.