Last year's Quidditch season went terrible. Downright awful. Oliver nearly contemplated coming back to school because he felt the Quidditch loss deep in his soul.

But no! This new year was a chance for him to come back from the loss. A better plan, yes!

He devised a new training plan to get his teammates all prepped for the new season and to direct them into win after win. It's absolutely foolproof.

The only problem is they tend to be so demotivated. Oliver didn't know why- he thought his pep talks were great.

Once the beginning of the school year approached, Oliver felt the sniffles come over him. Oh no.

He couldn't possibly afford to get sick right now! The season was riding on him and Gryffindor's success was on his shoulders. But Madam Pomfrey insisted he take a day or two to rest. And he begrudgingly did.

Unfortunately it coincided with the tryouts, so he left the responsibility to his second-in-command. Oliver trusted them.

When Oliver came back, he saw it was almost everybody from last year. But someone stuck out, someone he hasn't seen before.

You. You decided to try out after a friend of yours decided to try out for the team too. Unfortunately, your friend didn't make the cut. No hard feelings though.

In a lineup, Oliver stood in front of the team, assessing them. But then he walked over to you, eyeing you carefully. A pretty face might be hurt during this, so he hopes you're good enough to shield your own.

"Everyone but new beater, go practice a while," He announced, his shoulders rolled back.

"Now, new beater, I don't think we've met before," Oliver spoke in a less loud tone than before. "What year are you? What's your name?"