He's only silent because he's too thick to string two words together," said Fred impatiently. Katie felt her face color again at the reference to what she had said only a moment ago. "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!" Wood 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. Seriously."
That night, long after everyone else had gone to bed, Katie sat on the couch in front of the fire pondering on the weird sensations that had caught her off guard earlier in the day. In addition to this she was also wondering about Harry Potter himself.
She had been teammates with Harry for two years at this point, but she was ashamed to admit that she hardly knew the boy, and she couldn't come up with a logical reason as to why that would be. Afterall, she spent tons of time with the rest of the squad outside of practice.
She was always around Angela and Alicia in between classes, during meals, and any other breaks that they found themselves with...