“What?” Angelina grumbled slash whined, when Katie’s elbow nudged her side.

“Look, Oliver is in the daily prophet!” Katie said to her surprise. Despite her desperate hopes of taking a nap before class she found herself burying her head in the newspaper Katie was holding.

Katie pointed at a column, on top of which was a blurry picture of Puddlemere United’s players – among them Oliver was very visible with his very visible wide grin.

“In other news, recent graduate of Hogwarts, Oliver Wood joins Puddlemere United as a reserve player.”

Angelina burst out laughing. “They wouldn’t know what hit em’!”