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Angelina entered the common room quite angrily, broom in hand, and dripping wet. Nobody had been able to see in the rain during their practice, despite the charm Hermione had taught Harry in third year, and their performance showed it. It had taken Harry over an hour to finally catch the Snitch, Katie and Alicia weren't scoring, whenever Angelina attempted a goal, Ron couldn't stop it, and Fred and George had even managed to aim Bludgers at each other and knock the other off of their brooms. Angelina was seriously beginning to doubt how their season would turn out.~

"Horribly," Lina sighed and waved her wand to dry off, though her arms and the frayed ends of her jeans were covered in mud. "Fred and George even managed to knock each other off of their brooms...sometimes they are idiots," she grinned and chuckled. "No, they are always idiots."
"Hey!" Fred grinned and joined the two girls on the couch. "I resemble that remark," he chuckled as Lina smiled at him and he gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. "Don't worry, Captain, we'll shape up."
Angelina grinned and nodded. "I hope so, Fred. Syreen, what essay are you doing?"

Angelina grinned and moaned as Fred started massaging her sore shoulders. "I would do my homework, if this one here-" she jabbed a finger at Fred, "didn't insist on distracting me."
"I do what I can," Fred chuckled and George made a gagging motion behind the tired couple.
Angelina rolled her eyes.

"I'm not obsessive in the least," Lina laughed. "But Fred here..." she snorted and waved her wand to dry herself off.
"Hey, it's not my fault," Fred grinned and slid down on the couch next to Lina, sliding his arms around her as she gave a small contented sigh and leaned back against him. "You are just too gorgeous."
"Fred!" Lina giggled and blushed. "Am not," she muttered before turning back to Syreen, who was looking rather amused. "So, Potions, no kidding. I swear Snape's trying to kill us all this year. I hate Potions..."

"Because Snape hates us and he's conspiring with McGonagall, no really, ask Luna Lovegood," Angelina grinned as Fred nudged her in the side. "I don't know, I don't care, Malfoy's a prat, what else do we need to know? I can't wait to be out of Potions, how we got stuck with double every other day, I don't know, nor do I care. Did you know it's raining?" she asked as Harry and Ron, soaked to the bone, came trudging into the common room.

((OOC: Ok, sorry, we need a plot, do you feel the same way?))

Angelina laughed like she was trying to suppress it, but it definitely was not working. She tried regaining her composure, sighing to stop the giggles, and her mood immediately faded. "We have a match next week...I don't know that they're going to be ready."

"Hey!" Fred interrupted, George drawing himself up defensively. "I told you, don't worry about us, we will be fine, besides, Hufflepuff's a pushover."

"Doesn't mean we don't have to train..." Angelina muttered bitterly. "You are all taking this way too lightly-"

"Here she goes," Fred threw his hands in the air and sat back with a deep sigh as Harry and Ron joined them once again. "Katie and Alicia were smart to stay in the dorm..."

"I'm not kidding, Fred!" Angelina stood angrily. "You were all acting like your minds were somewhere else today and we can't have that! What happens when you can't focus in the match? Our shot for the Cup will be gone before the season even starts! You two knocked each other off your brooms!!! What the bloody was that?? And you two!" She whirled around to face Harry and Ron, who were looking utterly shocked. "Harry, what was the matter today? You usually catch the Snitch within a half hour! Ron, you need to work on your goal keeping! What happened to the guy who won us the Cup in fifth year?"

"Sorry," they both muttered quietly and diverted their gaze. Angelina had yelled before, but she only did it when she was really ticked. Or stressed, they could never figure out which, but they figured the stress is what caused her to be so cranky at times.

"Sorry will not win us that match! Practice, 5:30 tomorrow morning!"

"But tomorrow's Saturday! Five thirty???"

"Yes, Ron, deal with it, and I don't want to hear a word from you three or you'll be watching the game next week from the stands!" Her look was near murderous, but Fred still thought she was gorgeous. He couldn't help it, really, but he knew it was better to let her bad mood run it's course. She would settle down by dinner...which wasn't very far off. Still...Fred couldn't wait until this phase was over.

She sighed angrily at their lack of response, though she had demanded they keep silent, and stormed up the stairs to tell Katie and Alicia about the early practice. The group she left behind could hear the protests from the common room.~

((OOC: That was fun! And yes, I believe you started a good plot up, lol.))

((Ooooh, good stuff, mysterious!...steal my man and die...dungeons...gee what could you possibly be looking for?? Or who...*mutters angrily*))

Angelina came back to the common room feeling extremely flustered, but instead of acting angry, she fell onto the couch beside Fred and pulled him to her closely, resting her head on his chest. Nobody spoke, but Lina finally sighed.

"Where'd Syreen go?" She asked in a strangled voice, as if she were going to cry, but she'd never cried in front of them and she wasn't about to start now.

"I don't know," Ron answered quietly, afraid Lina might explode again. "Walking, I guess."

"Oh," Lina muttered and closed her eyes, more tired today than she had been in years. Feeling sad also tired her out a bit as well, it was hard enough coming from a terrible practice without being depressed but...

Soon, Angelina was fast asleep, using Fred as her pillow...and a partial blanket as he wrapped his arms around her happily. Something good always came from Lina's bad moods.~