COVENTINA WAS BEING SHAKEN, by Oliver Wood, Captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team.

"What matter?" She sighs.

"Quidditch practice!" said Wood. "Come on!" Coventina squinted at the window. There was a thin mist hanging across the pink-and-gold sky.

Now that she was awake, she couldn't
understand how he could have slept through the racket the birds were
making.

"Wood," Coventina croaked. "It's the crack of dawn." "Exactly," said Wood. He was a tall and burly sixth year and, at the moment, his eyes were gleaming with a crazed enthusiasm.

"I think he like Quidditch too
much." A Ravenclaw state.

"You can't play Quidditch if you don't like it." Sirius shrugs.

"It's part of our new training program. Come on, grab your broom, and let's go," said Wood heartily.

"None of the other teams have started training yet; we're going to be first off the mark this year -"

"Good girl" said Wood. "Meet you on the field in fifteen minutes.

"That's so wrong even for me." Marlene raise brow.

"Geez, he did not mean it like that." Remina laughs at Marlene's face.

"Still." Fleamont and James frowns.

When she'd found her scarlet team robes and pulled on her cloak for
warmth, she write a letter and gave
it to Aamon to explains her friends where she was.

She went down the spiral staircase to the common room, her Nimbus Two
Thousand on her shoulder. She had just reached the portrait hole when
there was a clatter behind her and Colin Creevey came dashing down
the spiral staircase, his camera swinging madly around his neck and
something clutched in his hand.

"I heard someone saying your name on the stairs, Coventina! Look what
I've got here! I've had it developed, I wanted to show you -" Coventina sighs.

"Listen kid, you keep it for yourself, don't ever give it to anyone because if you do, I won't talk to you anymore." She smiled sweetly. "Okay?"

"Okay!" Colin nodded eagerly. "Off, go." He obeyed.

"One of a good way to get rid him of
the kid." Rodolphus yawns softly.

"Sleepy?" Pandora asks and gain a nod from him. "Here!" She gently throw three pillows at him.

"Thanks, blueberries later." He mutters sleepily. "Yay!" Pandora smiles at the blueberries word.

The rest of the Gryffindor team were already in the changing room. Wood was the only person who looked truly awake. Fred and George Weasley were sitting, puffy-eyed and touslehaired, next to fourth year Alicia Spinnet, who seemed to be nodding off against the wall behind her.

Her fellow Chasers, Katie Bell and Angelina Johnson, were yawning side by side opposite them.

"There you are, Coventina, what kept you?" said Wood briskly. "Now, I
wanted a quick talk with you all before we actually get onto the field,
because I spent the summer devising a whole new training program,
which I really think will make all the difference..."

Wood was holding up a large diagram of a Quidditch field, on which were drawn many lines, arrows, and crosses in different colored inks.

He took out his wand, tapped the board, and the arrows began to
wiggle over the diagram like caterpillars. As Wood launched into a
speech about his new tactics, Fred Weasley's head drooped right onto Alicia Spinnet's shoulder and he began to snore.

"I like the twins!" Fabian grins mischievously. "We too, brother!" smiles Gideon.

"Because they are like you both?" James askes. "Yes!"

The first board took nearly twenty minutes to explain, but there was
another board under that, and a
third under that one.

"So," said Wood, "Is that clear? Any questions?" "I've got a question, Oliver," said George, who had woken with a start. "Why couldn't you have told us all this yesterday when we
were awake?"

Wood wasn't pleased.

"Now, listen here, you lot," he said, glowering at them all. "We have won the Quidditch cup last year. We're easily the best team." "Let's go and put our new theories into practice!" Wood shouted, seizing his broomstick and leading the way out of the locker rooms. Stifflegged and still yawning, his team followed.

They had been in the locker room so long that the sun was up completely now, although remnants of mist hung over the grass in the stadium. As Coventina walked onto the field, he saw Anastacius and Aelora sitting in the stands.

"Here," Anastacius gave her a plate of fruits. "Eat some before you go." He said. "I agree!" Aelora nodded while eating her apple.

"Thanks." Coventina took some berries and grapes with a genuina small smile that only her two friends
can see.

"I always say it, they friendship is EVERYTHING." A Gryffindor states with fake tears.

"Stop being dramatic." His Slytherin friend scold lowly. "Hmfp, snake." He pout.

"You like that snake though." He blushes.

She mounted his broomstick and kicked at the ground, soaring up into
the air. The cool morning air whipped his face, waking him far more
effectively than Wood's long talk.

It felt wonderful to be back on the
Quidditch field. He soared right around the stadium at full speed,
racing Fred and George. "What's that funny clicking noise?" called Fred as they hurtled around the corner.

Coventina looked into the stands. Colin was sitting in one of the highest
seats, his camera raised, taking picture after picture, the sound
strangely magnified in the deserted stadium.

"That damn brat." She thought.

"Look this way, Coventina! This way!" he cried shrilly. "Who's that?" said Fred. "No idea," She lied, putting on a spurt of speed that took her as far
away as possible from Colin.

"What's going on?" said Wood, frowning, as he skimmed through the
air toward them. "Why's that first year taking pictures? I don't like it.
He could be a Slytherin spy, trying to find out about our new training
program."

"He's in Gryffindor," said Fred quickly. "And the Slytherins don't need a spy, Oliver," said George.

"What makes you say that?" said Wood testily. "Because they're here in person," said George, pointing.
Several people in green robes were walking onto the field, broomsticks
in their hands.

"I don't believe it!" Wood hissed in outrage. "I booked the field for
today! We'll see about this!" Wood shot toward the ground, landing rather harder than he meant to in
his anger, staggering slightly as he dismounted. Coventina, Fred, and
George followed.

"Flint!" Wood bellowed at the Slytherin Captain. "This is our practice time! We got up specially! You can clear off now!"

Marcus Flint was even larger than Wood. He had a look of trollish
cunning on his face as he replied, "Plenty of room for all of us, Wood."
Angelina, Alicia, and Katie had come over, too. There were no girls
on the Slytherin team, who stood shoulder to shoulder, facing the
Gryffindors, leering to a man.

"But I booked the field!" said Wood, positively spitting with rage. "I
booked it!"

"They seem to hate eachother." Marlene whispers to Remina.

"Why would Slytherin and Gryffindor hate each other? Like yes here we always argue but we don't hate each other." Remina whispers back.

"You are right, but maybe a certain headmaster change everything." Sirius crosses his arms.

"Ah," said Flint. "But I've got a specially signed note here from
Professor Snape. 'I, Professor S. Snape, give the Slytherin team
permission to practice today on the Quidditch field owing to the need to
train their new Seeker."'

"You've got a new Seeker?" said Wood, distracted. "Where?" And from behind the six large figures before them came a seventh, smaller boy, smirking all over his pale, pointed face. It was Draco Malfoy.

"Aren't you Lucius Malfoy's son?" said Fred, looking at Draco with
dislike. "Funny you should mention Draco's father," said Flint as the whole Slytherin team smiled still more broadly. "Let me show you the
generous gift he's made to the Slytherin team."

All seven of them held out their broomsticks. Seven highly polished,
brand-new handles and seven sets of fine gold lettering spelling the
words Nimbus Two Thousand and One gleamed under the Gryffindors'
noses in the early morning sun.

"Very latest model. Only came out last month," said Flint carelessly,
flicking a speck of dust from the end of his own.

"I believe it outstrips the old Two Thousand series by a considerable amount. As for the old Cleansweeps" - he smiled nastily at Fred and George, who were both clutching Cleansweep Fives - "sweeps the board with them."

None of the Gryffindor team could think of anything to say for a
moment. Draco sighs and nods at Coventina.

'That gift cause trouble." Narcissa tells Lucius. "I will see what I can do when it happen." Lucius smiles lightly.

"Okay."

"Oh, look," said Flint. "A field invasion." Anastacius and Aelora stood next to Coventina.

"He is the new Slytherin Seeker, Weasley," said Flint, smugly. "Everyone's just been admiring the brooms his father's bought our
team."

"Good, aren't they?" said Flint smoothly. "But perhaps the Gryffindor team will be able to raise some gold and get new brooms,
too. You could raffle off those Cleansweep Fives; I expect a museum
would bid for them." The Slytherin team howled with laughter.

"At least no one on the Gryffindor team had to buy their way in," said
Aelora sharply. "Unlike you."

The smug look on the slytherin's face flickered. "No one asked your opinion, you fiIthy little Mudblood," he spat.

Gasps were heard, those who know the meaning of it stays quiet and keep watching.

"Hold up a second, she is a
pureblod." Barty state confuse.

"The guy don't know that them." Dorcas flipped her hair from behind.

Before Flint coulf continus, a pynch were already laid in his stomatch with one on his face.

"Repeat." Anastacius glared at him with unspoken anger while Coventina smirked. "Flint right? Do you know that you just insulted the Heiress of the most noble house of the Nikova?"

Flint's eyes widened, "Tsk! You asholle." Aelora looked at him.

"Apologize to her or I will make you regret it." Coventina added ignoring the tension. "And how will you do that?

"I, Coventina Potter, hereby declare a blood feud against the Flint family for insults toward my-" She was stopped by Flint. "Wait!! I am sorry.." He said nervously.

"That's what I thought." Aelora glared down at him. "Now take your team and train on the other half of the field." Coventina state coldly, Flint obeyed and the Slytherin gritted their teeth as they obeyed.

"I apologize." Draco told them,"It's fine," Aelora shrugged. "At least you apologized." Anastacius nodded.

"See you later." Draco smiled and went to joined his team.

"Wow that was so damn intense." Evan state impress.

"She did a good thing, scaring him
off with a blood feud." Arcturus state coldly.

"She did." Fleamont smiles.

"What was that?" Wood said impress, "We have half of the Field to train." He sighs. "Let's go then!"

Coventina was sure of one thing thought, some Slytherin will think twice before messing with her, specially after noticing the fear in their eyes.

"How amusing." She chuckled.

"A sadist huh?" Achilles raises a brow and smirks. "She is so cute right?" The smirk disappear and was replace by a sweet smile toward James.

A sweet smile that he know too well specially after seeing the same with his daughter.