Hurt | Remus Lupin

~7~ The First Quidditch Match

Our first Quidditch match was coming nearer, and we were working harder than ever. At our final training session before Saturday's match, Ollie came to us with grim news. 

"We're not playing Slytherin." he said grimly. "We're playing with Hufflepuff instead."

"What? Why?" asked Harry. I could tell he was looking forward to beating Malfoy.

"Flint's excuse is that their Seeker's arm is still injured," he replied. "But it's obvious why they're doing it. Don't want to play in this weather. Think it'll damage their chances...."

"There's nothing wrong with Malfoy's arm!" said Harry furiously.

"Yeah, that gel haired lickarse is faking it!" I said angrily. 

The Weasley twins laughed at my choice of wording. They always loved when I used Irish words. Especially insults.

"We can't prove it." Ollie said sadly. "And we've been practicing all those moves assuming we're playing Slytherin, and instead it's Hufflepuff, and their style's quite different. They've go that new Captain and Seeker, Cedric Diggory --"

Alicia and Angelina started giggling and I rolled my eyes.

"What?" asked Ollie, annoyed.

"They're giggling because he's a handsome chap." I said.

"He's that tall, good-looking one, isn't he?" said Angelina. 

"Strong and silent," said Alicia, and they started to giggle again

"He's only silent because he's too thick to string two words together," said Fred impatiently and I snickered. "I don't know why you're worried, Oliver, Hufflepuff is a pushover. Last time we played them, Harry caught the Snitch in about five minutes, remember?"

"We were playing in completely different conditions!" Ollie shouted, his eyes bulging slightly. "Diggory's put a very strong side together! He's an excellent Seeker! I was afraid you'd take it like this! We mustn't relax! We must keep our focus! Slytherin is trying to wrong-foot us! We must win!" 

"Oliver, calm down!" said Fred, looking slightly alarmed. "We're taking Hufflepuff very seriously."

The day before the quidditch match was a hard windy and rainy day.

"Is the weather going to be like this tomorrow?" I asked Ollie, we we looked over game plans together. 

"I believe so." Ollie said, looking at his watch. "Oh! Harry finishes his class soon, I have to go and find him."

He rushed off. The whole day, Ollie was finding Harry between his classes and giving him tips. The poor boy is so stressed. And I mean poor boy about Harry. Not Ollie. Ollie needs to stop stalking Harry.

After lunch, we had DADA. Ollie, Percy and I headed down to Lupin's classroom, only to find Snape standing there.

I raised my hand, as we all sat down. 

"Yes?" he asked me.

"Sir, where's Professor Lupin?" I asked.

"He's too ill to teach today. Now, Lupin being unorganized, I have no clue as to what you've covered so far-"

Percy raised his hands this time. "We were working on-"

"Silence." Snape said. "Today we will discuss werewolf's."

"Werewolf's?" I whispered to myself. It wasn't even in my textbook.

"Er, professor?" I raised my hand again.

Snape sighed, looking irritated. "What?"

"We covered werewolf's in third year. Werewolf's isn't even in our current textbook."