Why Would You Do That?

Authors Note:

I assume everyone read the previous chapter…so that’s where I’m continuing…D

By the time I made it to the elevator and down back to my hall’s floor, the nerves were kicking in. I practically ran into, and almost knocked down, my small office door. Once I made it inside the safety and privacy of the, seemingly, empty room, I let myself collapse onto the wheeled chair behind the desk that took up a majority of the small space.

Do I even really wanna write this article? I think I was just trying to beat out the overly-proud prat , Ben, out of something…Oh well, I guess I’m going to just have to bear with it and B-S this. It can’t possibly be too difficult, all I have to do is ask a couple of Airhead jocks some simple questions, get a couple quotes, get some good photos and make it …juicy? What was Mr. Cuffe talking about? How the hell is Quidditch juicy? ….The old nut was a weird loser.

I sighed and lifted my hands to my face. The sound of paper crushing against me as met my head, startled me. I looked at my hand, and sure enough, that neglected ticket was in my hand. It read Access Pass, Amaura Drew Michel-Angeli. There was a small crest on the upper left side of the ticket. I squinted and adjusted my eyes to attempt to read the small script painted on it.

Puddiemore Unlted?? What the heck? Well I’m not about to spend all my time deciphering weird codes on stupid crests. I have more important things to do I thought.

I sighed. I had to figure out exactly what type of position I wanted my article to have before any interviews or anything. I looked around at my now uncharacteristically neat desk. I needed a pen and even with the newly acquired organized look, it was still impossible to find one. I began shuffling through the file drawers for some sort of writing utensil. I felt bad for ruining the work Bella had put into fixing my desk for me since I had just messed it right back up in record time. Hmph, and still no pen!

“Tea Ms. Angeli?”

“ARGH! Bella, how many times do I tell you not to sneak up on me?” I freaked, turning to face the direction her voice came from. Bella was standing on the other side of my desk with a tray, teapot, and a pair of tea cups, wearing an innocently confused expression.

“Sorry I startled you, but I was in the room the entire time.” She informed me as she smiled awkwardly and began to set down her tea set props on the one part of the desk that remained uncluttered by the papers I had sent flying everywhere in my pursuit of a pen.

“Uh? What…where? “ I stuttered in shock at her words. It seemed pretty irrational that there was a possibility that anyone could be in this room and go undetected. I was too busy to be disturbed by the situation today though, so I would let it slide. “Uh… I’m sorry Bell, not today. I have to go pretty soon and get some notes in for the sports division I’ll be writing this week.” I explained. “ Oh and drop the ‘ I’m a goody two shoes assistant act already. No one is watching.’ ” I added with a laugh.

There had been rumors speculation that the department was under surveillance, and Bella took well to acting. Before the rumors, she had been just as light-hearted and clowny as the next guy, but after the rumors began, she cut it down to dramatically low level. Don’t get me wrong, she’s a good assistant, definitely overdue for a raise. On my salary, however, I wasn’t entirely prepared to be the one to offer that raise. Well not yet at least.

After I get another good story in, I’ll be sure to get that promotion. I mean let’s face it, Barnabas Cuffe loved me and my work. Though he didn’t necessarily give me the freedom I really wanted to write, I was still sure I was a favorite of his.

“You’ll be traveling then, isn’t that correct?” she brought up casually. I hadn’t even thought of that but she was most likely right.

“Uh, Yeah, I think so.” I began to carefully choose papers on my messy desk and shoved them into a small manila folder, which I then placed in my work bag.

“Is there anything that you’ll need?” she asked I struggled to make the folder fit into my already packed back. I turned my head to face her while my hands still protested with the stubborn bag.

“Uh, you know what…I need a pen. Can you lend me …a few?” She smiled as she produced a couple of pens non-magically in her hands. “Thanks.” I threw those into my overcrowded bag too. “Oh, and can you do me a favor and cancel any appointments I have for the next couple of days? I’m not sure if I’ll be around to make it to them.”

“Sure. You are aware that you are to have a short meeting with the coach of Puddlemere United in about and hour right?” she had a black cased planner in her hand.

“Oh, Puddlemere…uh right. So they won this year then?”, I mused aloud.

“Heh, duh they did. Come on Amaura, where have you been this past year?” she laughed dropping all false pretenses of the average do-gooder assistant.

“Busy!” I finally had everything from my office ready and set to go.

“Pity really. You overload yourself….honestly you do.” She sighed shaking her head slowly in disapproval.

I felt an amused expression rise on my features. “I do, do I?”

“Mmhmm. I’m deeply concerned about your well being. You know what? Don’t even worry about this petty story. I’ll get all the notes you need and bring back for you in the morning. You go get some nice 

bed’s rest.” Though the words could pass for sincere, her obvious mischievous grin betrayed her words.

“Tempting be it your offer, I’m afraid I have to pass.” I stood from my office chair and trough the heavy back onto my left shoulder.

“Well, a few autographs would be lovely too…” she sighed defeated. Before I made it to the door, to which I was headed, I turned back and took a glance a how well she was playing up the ‘I’m-a loser-no-one-loves-me-depressed’ thing.

“Bella,” I sighed, “Do you think I would honestly leave you behind? Seriously, how would I manage without my human daily planner?”

“You wouldn’t! I’ll go pack!!” she squealed in excitement and suddenly vanished with a sound of a pop.

She was lucky she apparated away from me, cause I would’ve gotten her on using her magic around me.

I made it by cab, back to the condo building where I lived. Unlike most wizards, in addition to not using my magic, I also preferred to reside in the muggle world. It made the sacrifice more bearable.

There was nothing particularly special about my living quarters. No magic clocks, enchanted needles, hexed candles, or anything for that matter that would ever hint that I wasn’t a normal human being. I liked it that way, I found way less tempting to even think of magic when I was at home.

I walked into one of the 2 bedrooms of the small condominium. Again, nothing special about the room. The purple themed room had a traditional bed and head board, a dresser and two nightstands on either side of the bed, a radio, a small telly, and my Pilates ball.

I pulled out a small luggage hold-all and began to fill it with a variety of tops, bottoms, and shoes. I walked into my nice sized bathroom and packed a few of my make-ups and lip colors, along with facial cleansers and toothbrush. In a matter of magic-less minutes I was all packed, short and a simple t-shirt, and prepared. After locking up, I lugged my things down to Betsy, in the condominium's garage.

Betsy is my blue baby. I've had her ever since for 4 years now. I bought her off a chap in the city who said he was leaving to the states and couldn't take the car with him, so wanted to sell. I offered only 200 pounds, and to my shock he took me up on it; gave me full rights to the beautiful blue volkswagon bug right then and there. The man seemed fond of calling the car Betsy, and I guess, it suited it so much that I grew fond of the name too. Betsy's trunk opened to allow me to throw in my one hold-all bag. I figured pack lightly, it would only last a week right?? And if I wanted, I could always just drive back home.

I walked calmly to my drivers seat, turned the key into the ignition, and patiently coaxed Betsy to life. The insie of my car wasn't entirely the cleanest thing ever, but I could deal with the slight mess and clutter, seeing as I was never sitting backseat...and come to think of it, no one ever did sit back there. A clutter of papers, quils, photos and shoes lay there...but that was completely normal for a good journalist.

Pulling out of the garage, I lunged full throttle into the muggle-filled speedway ahead. I drove done the familiar path to Ottery St. Catchpole to pick up Bella. She lived in a small cottage with her elder sister, her aunt, and her aunts two young twin sons Harold and Arnold. You pulled up outside the raggedy gates of her enchanted little home. There were two large green trees on both sides of the gate and on top of the highest tree was a wooden nymph...

"State your name, position, and purpose." came the surprisingly sharp voice of the wooden nymph.

"Amaura-Drew Michel-Angeli, Bella's friend here to pick her up." I hollered up at the unmoving wooden figure, while rolling my eyes.

"Male or Female?" It questioned in a suspiciously different tone.

"Female...?" I said back uncertainly. Well...not uncertainly, obviously I was a female...but why was that a security-related reason.

"Are you single, married, divorced, currently in a relationship or other?" It asked in the same suspiciously strange tone.

"What?" I said taken aback. Just as I were about to jump out of this and have my way with the little doll, sitting in the tree a good, 6 feet or so, from the ground, I saw Bella's figure appear walking down the small of her driveway and towards the gate, which slid open with the simplest tap of her wand, pulling two rolling luggage bags and a hat case.

"Sorry, did that cursed thing make you go through that date-ability 21 questionaire interrogation?" she asked as she eased her way around to Betsy's trunk, which you popped open for her, before stepping out of your car to help.

"Yahh, it did. What was with that?" I asked he, although I was pretty sure I had a good idea.

"Fred came over a couple of days ago, and somehow he convinced that my Aunt Sanesta that she was in dire need of household 'protection', hence," she told me gesturing up at the still male looking wood nymph. "Auntie Gullible agreed of course, and now the wooden nymph haunts all my guests with questions such as 'What's your cup size?' and ' If you could rate yourself from 1 to 100...' so and so."

I rolled my eyes, biting back my laughter. The Weasley's, who were also residents of St. Catchpole, were good friends of the Licoherrelis family. I used to be quite good friends with a few them myself, back during magic school. I hadn't really held close contact with them and sort of drifted away from them. I can't recall why, but I missed the family of redheads.

"Hey Bells, do you mind if we pop over at the Burrow really quick, before you attack those Puddlemere jocks that is?" I teasingly asked as I slammed the trunk down, with massive effort and force due to all the space Bella's bags took.

"Oh sure, I was actually going to ask you to, anyway. Harold and Arnold forget their tracker belts at home, and Aunt Sanesta wanted me to get those to them." she told me as she made herself comfortable in the passenger seat, while waving the funny- looking matching neon-colored belt bands in one hand in disgust.

"Are you sure they forgot them? Because I have the slightest feeling, they left them, intentionally." I laugh as I wheel the car around and drive up towards the crocked floor stacked house.

"Well, I personally think they should've blown them up if they really never wanted to see them. " she 

laughed along.

I pulled Betsy up to the Burrow and killed her engine before some muggle retraction spell would detect and send her into oblivion. Stepping out of the bug, I found myself sneaking a glance at my reflection. I looked good enough. Before I made it 4 steps down their lawn I caught sight of a familiar short and plump red-headed woman, quickly making her way, wide armed and grinning, towards me.

Her warm arms were wrapped around my torso in a matter of seconds. She placed to kind kisses on either side of my cheek before stepping back and looking at me through teary eyes.

"Oh Merlin, Amaura-Drew! I'm so delighted to see you deary. Where have you been? How have you been? Are you staying? The boys will be so happy to see you. Oh and you have to must see how Ginny has grown. Come in Deary will you? Have a cup of tea? My you've grown so thin...you simply must stay for lunch at the very least!" Mrs. Weasley babbled happily ushering and Bella and me towards the door which led to her kitchen, throwing out hundreds of questions at 60 miles per second and giving you zero chance of answering.

I turned back nervously and looked eyes briefly with a snickering Bella. Great.

"Molly, I'm just going to head up and give something to Arnold and Harold. Will I find them in the twin's room?" she asked politely breaking into Mrs. Weasley's speech of happiness.

"Oh yes, of course dear." she answered shortly before redirecting her attention towards me and continuing along with her welcome speech and what not. Great, Bella completely abandoned me.

Although I did find her energy quite,...erm...contagious... I also found it easy to remember why I avoided visiting the Weasley's so much as Mrs. Weasley continued to blabber on non-stop. She had this strange impression that back when I was in school, that Percy Weasley, one of her sons around my age, 

and I had a fling. Where she got the idea? I haven't a clue...Ok well maybe I did have a clue, but I was never one to play the blame game.

"Percy was just here a few days ago Deary...I'm sure he would just be so excited to hear that you've stopped by, would you like me to leave him a message from you when he comes back to visit?" she suggested as she added heaps of sugar into my cup of tea with hopeful and eager eyes. I didn't want to be so cold, as to say what I really wanted to about that prissy-pants son of hers, so I simply smiled back at her and stirred the tea with a small spoon.

"I'll call down the boys. You know Fred and George are here for the week? Great timing too." she beamed sweetly, before bellowing in a surprisingly booming voice towards the stairs. "FRED, GEORGE!! COME DOWN HERE...WE HAVE COMPANY!"

As soon as the words were fully out of her mouth a loud, and familiar popping sound drummed through my ears, I turned around shocked to see the backs of two of my favorite people.

"Mother, I thought I told you if that Gipsy prat came back here looking for refund to tell him that George and I sadly passed away from a serious case of Dragon Pox or Spattergroit!" I heard Fred's voice hiss urgently as he leaned over his mother in a stressed position.

"Oh stop with pitterposh! We have a lovely non-gipsy guest here." Mrs. Weasley announced, gesturing in my direction with sparkling eyes

"Oooh! Are they hot?" asked George light-heartedly as he turned to face me, as did Fred. They froze, speechless as they took in the sight of me.

"Well, would ya look at who passed their Apparation tests?" I grinned at the two almost identical red-headed Weasley twins. I watched as their expressions ranched from shock to joy in the same second. 

Wow! It had been so long since I saw them. They were so...short and scrawny...and now they were well...tall, and still scrawny. Aww!

"Drake?!""Drew?!" The exclaimed simultaneously.

"Excuse me?" I halted right in my traces, my arms, which were extended as if to hug them dropped immediately to my sides. They didn't even remember my name right...how ...sad.

I watched bemused as the boys exchanged glances, as if arguing with their eyes, who was right.

"Hello Fred……….. Georgina." I smirked as Fred nudged George in the rib triumphantly.

George shrugged at you with a wide apologetic grin. "I knew it was some man-name."

“Actually, I go by Amuara now.” I informed George, narrowing my eyes threateningly.

“Oh? Is it because Simon Brinkwinkle once mistook you for man?”

"Oh shut up and give me a hug you freaks." I laughed. They grinned mischievously at each other, before racing off towards me again and embracing me in a tight bear hug.

It was only after they pulled back that I noticed, for the first time, what they were wearing. Fred had on this sort of horrendously, slightly cool-looking dragon skin blazer and leather pants, where as George had on a simple pair of jeans and a white tank top.

"Wow Drew, you've grown!" Fred smiled. I punched him with playful force in the gut, taking notice that as he said the words, is eyes were starring well beneath my face. I wanted to mutter some smart remark, but Mrs. Weasley was still in the room.

"Well , I'm going to owl Percy right this instant. I'll leave the lot of you to catch up. Back in a few moments Deary, " she smiled at me once more patting my back lovingly, as if reading my mind.

As soon as she was safely out of hearing range, George broke out with laughter. "Percy? What is she doing owling that prat for?"

"I assume she's still obsessed with the idea of Drew marrying her precious perfect minster lappy" Fred laughed.

I rolled my eyes, allowing myself to smile at their remarks. "Yea, like that would ever happen."

"Do you think she realizes that all those times Percy was starring at you non-stop, it was because of his hatred and jealousy of you?" George mused as he picked a biscuit up off of my plate and bit into it.

"Guy's stop it!" I couldn't help but giggle. Fred and George always made this gay joke of Percy's infatuation with me.

"Yeah, I don't suppose she's realized that he only looked at you because he was jealous you had Oliver and he didn't." Fred cackled. George joined in...and so did I eventually, for show.

Oliver...I hadn't thought of that name for...a while now. I sort of just blocked out the existence of the name, along with the person. Somehow hearing it now ripped something somewhere, but I hid it easily by covering up what would’ve been a grimace, with a brisk laugh and a sip of tea.

"So Drew, please tell us that your friendly visits ceased on account of Prat-Fart-Face Percy?" George conversationally changed the subject after the laughter died out, in a mockingly business-like tone.

"Well, if it was him, I wouldn't blame you. He was a creep. Well...is a creep." Fred shrugged sighing, his arm still around my shoulder.

I looked carefully up at the faces of my old friends. They had been such a big part of my past life, and now that I thought about it, it was really unfair for me to just cut them out like I did. I couldn't even justify myself with an answer. I found it easier to switch my gaze to my shoelaces.

"Um, where is Bella?" I asked instead.

I watched suspicious as Fred and George exchanged guilty expressions...

"Well…" George began looking at me impishly.

"Well?" I urged becoming a bit anxious.

"See, what happened was that...Arnold and Harold, good boys they are, they absolutely" "Postively" "Adore us." "So we decided that-" "-We'd give them a chance...-" "-...To be more like us." they said doing that annoying thing where they finished each other's sentences.

"What'd you do?" I asked suspiciously. They didn't have a chance to answer, as I heard Bella's muffled hollering and angry footsteps as she made her way downstairs.

"George! Fred! What have you done to them?!" shrieked an angry and rattled Bella as she stood at the entrance of the kitchen. Her hands were clasped on the back of two necks that belonged to short and plump versions of...what I remembered Fred and George to look like.

I looked back and forth between the set of Freds and Georges in shock. What the-? I watched silently, becoming more amazed by the second. Right before me the two, formerly black haired thin and short, LiCoherrelis twins were growing freckles that matched the Weasley twins. there hair was gradually becoming a familiar shade of orange and their noses were re-arranging in form.

"Yes! They work!!" George exclaimed happily as high-fived Fred.

"What worked?!" Bella bellowed, her nostrils beginning to flare.

"The Poly-Pumpkin-Juicy Candy Drops." Fred announced proudly, hands on tidying his blazer in a 

business-like manner. "Hmm...still needs work though George."

"Yes. Their height seems unaffected, but their gaining the weight still." George agreed observing one of the gleaming twins.

"Amuara, would you do me a favor?" Bella said turning to me with a tight smile fixed onto her face. I was shocked to be addressed at all in this conversation, but I soon recovered and nodded my head.

"Take Arnold and Harold outside for a moment. I'd rather they not hear this language." Bella told you shoving the twins towards me sharply by their necks. They winced slightly before the identical smiles rose again on their faces.

"Sure." I smiled at the two morphing boys and ushered them towards the backyard garden gently. All I caught of their conversation was Bella screaming 'If I ever find out about you testing your little magical shits on those boys again, so help me...' I'd rather not recall the rest of what I heard.

I caught up briefly with the two blushing boys. In a matter of seconds, a red faced Bella came out and joined us. After fastening their tracker belts securely on them, and making sure they would not be removed, she let me know we could leave. I was able to pry myself away from Molly's teary grasp after promising her that I would visit her soon and more often,...and send a letter to Percy (although I'm probably not gonna follow up on that promise). Fred and George handed me a bag of 'goodies' before I made it out of the house, telling me that I would definitely need them somewhere along the lines of my trip.

It was now about 2 hours into our car ride and we were fast approaching our destination. I would be visiting Puddlemere's practice pitch, take a few pictures, interview the coach a bit, and then schedule a couple of interviews with the players later on.

Finally we made it to the private state-of the-art pitch. It was 12 o'clock exactly, right on time. Actually I would've been there sooner if it had not been for Bella continuous complaints about my speedy and slightly crazed driving.

Right now I was loading up a camera and looking through my trunk for my travel reporter bag. (Bella came up with the idea that when I was on location reporting I should be organized,… and it made sense). Bella pulled out her camera and a folder filled with, what I presumed were photos of each player, waiting to be autographed.

We made our way through across the lot where I parked Betsy, and walked towards audience stands, where the pitch was located.

"Wow, this is awesome." Bella awed in unintelligible amazement. The whooshing sounds of the brooms, as they flew across the sky at surprising speeds, were quite a site.

Suddenly, all the brooms were forming a hawk-like formation and flew in strange unison. "Hey Bella, get a snapshot of that, will you," I calmly suggested to the enthusiastic Bella, who was already pulling out the thick polariod camera before I was even half way through my sentence.

She lifted the camera to eye level, adjusted the lens a bit. As she flicked her finger above the capture trigger, a light blue flash came from the device. It was quickly followed by an unexpected orange flash, and puffy explosion that sent the camera flying yards from Bella's nervous hands. We both gasped in shock.

"What the fu-?" A low growl cut me off.

"What are the lot of you playing at?" came an unfamiliar deep and raspy voice, "Why are you snapping photo's of my boys during practice?"

An abnormally large figure noisily made his way to where Bella and I both stood shocked. A giant of a man stood before us wearing an outraged expression. "Did those rat-skin-lickers at Tutshill send ya spies?"

A new sharp pain in my side snapped me out of my fearful shock. From my peripheral I saw Bella shrug and nod towards the man before me and I understood immediately.

"Oh- er-erm." I cleared my throat and fixed a professional expression. "Hello. Daily Prophet reporter, Amaura Michel-Angeli. Er- uh...I'll be writing an article covering the Quidditch Cup for the Prophet. This is my assistant-" "Bella, Bella LiCoherrilis." She chipped in nervously.

Taking in her somewhat flirtatious expression as she took his hand in a firm shake, you noticed that tall man's face softened a bit slightly.

"Good Morning," he smiled reservedly at her. Rude much?

"Uh.. anyway," I began again attempting to take control of the conversation once more. " We were only taking some pictures for the paper." I looked down at the expensive new polariod machine in regret. That would bee coming out of my pay check for sure, now wouldn't it?

"Oh sure. My apologies." he shrugged, tearing his eyes from Bella for just a moment only to return his gaze back to hers. He pointed the tip of his wand at the smoking camera that lay but a few yards from my feet and muttered, "Reparo."

The polariod flew back into Bella's nervous grip in perfect condition.

"Thanks." she batted her eyes.

"Sure." he smiled back.

Ok. So, it was pretty obvious he fancied her, and I wasn't too sure she didn't already feel the same. But come on guys...eww.

Finally the man ripped his eyes away from Bella and gave me a stern and scrutinizing look. "May I ask that you don't take anymore photos while my team is practicing drills?"

"Not a problem. So you're coach-" "Deverill, Philbert Deverill." Bella cut in once more. I flashed her warning smile and she suddenly took interest in the ground below her feet.

"Yes. Miss...Angel was it?"

"Michel-Angeli, but please call me Amaura." I smiled politely.

"Sure Amaura." he nodded taking a business like expression and looked at me expectantly.

Oh sure. He must be waiting for me to say something then! I didn't even really have any questions prepared. I open my mouth to start and close it again right after. Hmm...I kind of thought the questions would just come to me. This wouldn't happen to been. An involuntary 

shiver ran through my spine at the thought.

"Mr. Cuffe will have informed you of our meeting..." I stalled convincingly as I arranged some witty and sensible questions around in my head.

"Yes, I did have a chat with the chap. Will you be talking to my boys as well? " He asked.

I nodded professionally. The thought hadn't really crossed my mind…but heck! ...Why not?

"Well how about we continue this tomorrow? In the afternoon shall I say? We'll gather for a lunch." He suggested, darting his twinkling eyes at Bella mid sentence. She shifted nervously crushing grass as did.

I smiled at her taking in the scene. She looked like she wouldn't be objecting... I turned back to face Coach Deverill. "Yes, that'll be perfect. It was nice meeting you." I place my hand out for him to shake and he takes it smartly shaking it.

As I turn to make my way to the car I drove up in I notice Bella isn't at my side. I turn to see how far behind she is and no doubt she's still shaking hands, over enthusiastically I might add, with Coach Deverill. I roll my eyes and call out for her, "Bella, we must be going now!"

"Oh right!" She says in response without moving. Oh brother!

"Yeah, Bella...NOW!" I holler with a calmness, as I make my way around to the drivers seat.

Although she did make a motion to come, she wasn't anywhere near the car yet, not that her slow walking was really helping the cause either. I still had a great view of the players flying hazardously around and about the air. I decided to crank up my radio and watch as they flew about strategically.

All brooms were moving quicker than my eyes could really keep up with but one. It looked as though it was a man posted up in front of the quaffle goals. He must have been the team ...Goalie...Goal Keep Person...or oh yea Keeper, is what they call it.

Even though he was almost statue-like still, when the quaffle was within inches of flying through the furthest goal post from him, his broom maneuvered with a dangerous speed and he seemed to easily kick the quaffle away. He soon returned to his statue-like posture. Something about it was a little...

"Wow, Philbert's amazing isn't he?" came Bella's voice interrupting my thoughts.

"What?" I said distractedly as I turn the radio down a bit and start up the engine.

"Philbert's taking me out to dinner tonight." she beamed at me.

" Philbert? As in Coach Deverill?" I said staring blankly at her. She nodded promptly taking sudden interest in her nails. " As in the man you've known for all of 10 minutes Bella?"

"Sheesh...Sue me if I'm just so attractive that he asked me, and not you , out within 10 minutes of meeting me. It's not my fault I'm blessed with beautiful genes." she mused in a matter-of-fact tone.

"Pffftttt….Ha! Please! Congratulations though." I shrugged trying to be as nonchalant as the situation would allow. It's just like her to go out with some random stranger. I don't know why I’m shocked. "Where will the pair of you be off to for supper?"

"Erm- I dunno actually. He'll send for me he says."

"Send for you?? Like by mail?" I giggled.

"Oh shut up." she says semi-crossly.

I looked away from her and decided to drop it as I drove past a couple of bizarre looking buildings, I assumed were country-side wizard homes. I really did need to think of some clever things to ask the team about...or maybe I could just mention one word and they'd be like normal people and just start blabbing about things. Damn Ben! I'm sure he would've known how to make something like quidditch juicy...It's beyond me how to even write this article besides make it juicy.

Ugh, I just wanna go home and take a shower and climb into bed with my cookie dough ice cream and watch Sleepless In Seattle. Ok I'm lying, I don't know what the hell Sleepless in Seattle is about, but it's all the rage with muggles! God, I'm a mess.

Mr. Cuffe will want to know what I have so far...technically nothing. Except the pictures... I can always show him the pictures.

"Hey Bella, pass me the camera will you?" I put one hand out towards her, keeping my eyes on the road.

She doesn't budge or respond. I looked at her face and I noticed her turning different shades of green right before me.

"The camera, … please?" I repeat this time turning my head to face her a bit.

She met my eyes nervously and shrugged. "Erm about that...?"

"About that..I echoed. Somehow, I already knew where this was going.

“Well, I kind of er…accidently lefttbehindatthefield.” She mumbled quickly, probably hoping that I wouldn’t e able to make out the words.

“You left it behind at the pitch? What so you would have an excuse to go back or something?” I rolled my eyes. She’s was lucky that I wasn’t in any particular mood to be angry. I simply pulled a U-turn on the empty rocky road and sped back towards the practice pitch.

A/N:

Hmm…Guys I promise I would’ve kept writing to get you all to good stuff! I really wanted to…but this chapter has been really long, and I didn’t wanna brain-fart you all! Please REVEW!!

The more Reviews I get the sooner the next story will be out! I promise!!

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