"For the love of Merlin's sagging left buttcheek." Florence groaned in pain as she heaved herself off of her bed, stirring up her roommates as she did so. She felt extremely awful, her limbs feeling as if they'd fall apart at any given moment.

Florence's whole body was aching as she got up for breakfast that morning, feeling her muscles burn with every small movement that she did. She could barely walk properly, hobbling towards wherever she went. Roger overdid their first preparation practice against Slytherin, using the pitch until Madame Hooch went to tell them to get off the pitch personally.

Alexander and Nicolai had to endure her groaning about it once every few seconds, completely understanding how painful it must be for her, and helping her by not starting a row with each other and simply just accompanied her in silence. The last thing they wanted to do was make her explode in rage when she was already in severe pain.

Florence felt bothered throughout class, not being able to listen in properly or to attend to her Protean—which was burning since a few hours ago, but she was too preoccupied in the pain to even think about the mystery person.

She had noticed all her other teammates feeling the same way, Cho looking like she used up most of her energy by dragging her tired and sore body all the way down to the great hall, Grant wincing everytime he reached out to grab a bowl from a far distance. She would hear Duncan swear silently as he moved even a little bit, while Jason tried avoiding any type of movement. Jeremy just looked like hell, stumbling into the great hall with his hair a disheveled mess on top of his head.

Whereas Roger was the exact opposite, neat hair, cheerful expression, skipping through the hall and informing the rest about practices in the afternoon, before leaving the hall with ease in his steps. He had a bright smile on his face, unaware of the fact that his teammates were practically dying of muscle pain. Duncan looked like he was about to punch the guy, but was doing his best to restrain himself.

Florence hadn't gotten to check on her Protean until Arithmancy. And considering the fact that the teacher had given them the time time continue an assignment she had already done the previous night (before the body pain kicked in), she had talked to her mystery person for awhile, discussing their favorite Honeydukes sweets.

It took her mind off of the pain, but only for a little while.

They were given permission by Professor Flitwick to levitate their books right after he had finished scolding Davies for going too far with the first practice. The blonde haired boy argued, telling him that it was absolutely nothing since he didn't even feel a single hint of pain himself. Everybody scoffed at this.

She was thankful for the levitating charm though, because hanging her book bag with a ton of books on her shoulder could feel like extreme and excruciating torture to her.

Alexander, half-way through Charms, had noticed that Florence seemed to be bothered greatly by the body pain. With much persuasion, a couple of hexing threats and many 'seriously, I'm honestly fine' lines, Nicolai and himself had managed to send the stubborn girl to the Hospital Wing, who frowned in her seat as Madame Pomfrey brewed up a concoction to ease the body pain. She had tried to leave several times, only to have Alexander glare at her, crossing both hands over his chest.

She scowled, deciding to just stay put since there was quite nothing that she could do.

And pretty soon, after a few minutes, the rest of the Ravenclaw team was reunited at the Hospital wing—with an exception of Davies who did not find his own exercise routine a torture. All of them had been sent up by the respective Professors of the classes that they were in—Professor Sprout stating how Cho had been moaning of pain since they started with their trimming activity.

The garden shears that the school had were much too heavy for anyone suffering from strained muscles.

"Here you go," said the older witch as she handed out cups that contained the same amount of orange liquid inside of it. Florence downed hers with a grimace, as had the others. Madame Pomfrey collected the cups while she tutted, "Davies must've gone mad has he? There's a partial probability of dying due to strained muscles if you've damaged a major one."

She arranged a few cups, "Come to think of it... He's starting to act like Mister Wood with his death defying training..."

"He's just hyped with the game for Slytherin, is all." muttered Cho, who rested on her chair rather comfortably, the potion beginning to take effect. Florence felt something cold nipping at her sore muscles, making her sigh in relaxation, finally free of the nagging pain.

Madame Pomfrey paused for a second, eyeing the group, "Well, I best get ready and stock some skelegrow, heaven knows how many of you might get sent here because of those Bludgers" she said concerdly, rushing to her supply cabinet to see if she was fully stocked.

Even the school nurse was well aware of their dirty playing.

They were let out of the Hospital Wing as soon as the concoction made it's full effect. Everybody thanked Madame Pomfrey, before disbanding to get back to the classes that they have been excused out of.

"Well, it's quite comforting to know that Madame Pomfrey could patch us up if Roger decides on making us do two hundred laps until we all flop around on the ground like fishes..." Florence mumbled, as soon as she remembered about practices in the afternoon.

Alexander laughed, "This is why it's way better being a Prefect than a Quidditch player."

"Well no, I love being a Quidditch Player, thank you very much. I just, it's tiring most of the time... But it all pays off when you get to mount on your broom and fly around—"

"—And dodge deadly bewitched metal balls that could kill you—"

"—Or get you to fall off your broom a hundred feet down."

Florence frowned, "Say what you want. But Quidditch is the best sport in the wizarding world." she said, defending her beloved sport. "If you say so..."

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The Ravenclaw Quidditch team walked in to the pitch that afternoon, terrified of what Roger had prepared for them. The Quidditch captain didn't look too enthusiastic standing by the equipment, as Professor Flitwick stood beside him with his arms crossed. It was inferable that he had just gotten another round of scolding from the Head of House.

"Ah, good afternoon Miss Chang, Miss Price, Mister Page, Stretton, Duncan, Samuels," the short man greeted lively, to which he was reciprocated with a few mumbled greetings. "It has come to my notice that all of you, with the exception of Mister Davies—" he gave him a brief glance, "—have been sent to the Hospital Wing due to severe muscle pain."

Everyone nodded, "As your Head of House, I have asked Mr. Davies to....turn his practice routines down a notch. He seems to be forgetting your individual healths because of his anticipation for your match with Slytherin." Roger was still frowning at these words.

"Anyways, I will be staying here to watch you lot practice... To make sure that Mr. Davies here sticks to his word."

"I will, Professor." he mumbled, the short man clapping his hands together. "Very well then, you may start. I'll be sitting by the stands." he said, hobbling off to the stairs as Roger immediately took over. He gave everyone a sheepish look, before giving out a few words.

"Look, I'm sorry that I pushed it a little too hard—"

"That's an understatement..." mumbled Cho, who narrowed his eyes at Davies. "Alright fine, I'm sorry that I nearly killed you guys with the laps. I promise I won't over do it this time." He mumbled solemnly, everyone nodding.

"Okay, come on, brooms down and let's have twenty laps around the pitch—" everyone gave him an irritated look, to which he replied with a bewildered one, "What? I'm taking out the curl-ups don't worry." he said, clapping his hands loudly, "Come on, get a move on if you don't want me to add a hundred more—"

"Mr. Davies!" Professor Flitwick hollered from the stands, making him frown, "Fine. Only twenty, I promise."  Everyone shared amused grins among each other, before keeping their brooms aside and starting their first lap, Davies joining in per Professor Flitwick's orders.

Florence jogged beside Cho Chang, who looked deep in thought, gazing out somewhere far, her voice startling the black haired girl. "Oh, uh, sorry," she said sheepishly, "It's alright. What's on your mind?"

"Oh, ah, nothing.. It's just—what would you do, I-I mean, hypothetically, what would you do if, if someone asked you out?" Cho asked, an indifferent look on her face as she did so. Florence laughed, "You mean what do I think you should do with Cedric who's asked you out to Hogsmeade?"

Cho became flustered, her cheeks beet red. "How-how do you know?"

"Well, Cedric told me. We kind of talked about you during mum's Christmas party. He was afraid that he'd done something that scared you away..."

"But, he didn't really, I was just surprised, is all. We've only talked a couple of times and he just comes up to me and Cedric asked  me if I wanted to go to Hogsmeade with him," she chuckled nervously, "Ofcourse I'd be surprised."

Florence nodded, "I totally agree with you, infact, that's what I've told Cedric as well. But you have to know, Cho. Boys are always frank when they fancy someone."

Cho blushed again, "Really? Cedric fancies me?"

"I guess," shrugged Florence, "Come on, let's be real, you and I are the most attractive and athletic Ravenclaws. We're the only girls on the team—Cedric's obsessed with Quidditch. So there isn't any reason why he wouldn't fancy you."

"Well what about you? You said it's you and I, why doesn't he fancy you instead?"

"Well," she though for a moment, "I'm a brunette. Maybe Cedric doesn't like brunettes. Maybe he likes raven-haired beauties such as you... Maybe he likes Seekers, not chasers." Cho thought about her words, "But... You're pretty."

"And you're beautiful, Cho." she retorted, "Besides, everyone's probably too busy thinking that I'm dating Alexander to even ask me out." The Seeker laughed at this, "I suppose that you've heard rumors about them."

"Definitely. Too much of them more, like." The two girls shared a laugh, before hearing Roger's loud whistle pierce the silence, to be followed by a shout. "Chang, Price! Get a move on, you two are acting like slugs."