Morning mist gently glided along the cobbled streets outside of the stadium. It was my second and final summer interning for an assistant position for them. Next summer, I hoped, I would be playing chaser in the ranks of the Hollyhead Harpies. It was weird apparating alone, not leaning on my mom's hand, but a sense of excitement was gained from it as well. I was now an adult. The hot sun scorched my skin, and I thanked past me for putting on a light button-up tee and some shorts. Katya had not yet arrived, and I was early.

Suddenly there was a loud crack next to where I stood, and I whipped around only to come face to face with Oliver.

"Aye Stone, fancy seeing you here." He said casually as his legs planted firmly on the pavement.

He somehow seemed even taller than before, and his usually pale complexion was very toned. By the looks of it, he had been spending a lot of time outside over the past couple of weeks.

"Wish I could say the same for you." I grinned, running a hand through my hair. "But alas."

"Tsk tsk," Oliver tutted, "what have I done to earn such callousness from you?"

"Well being here for one." I shrugged, my smile getting wider.

"I'm so sorry for getting this prestigious quidditch scholarship, I'm so sorry for being that good at quidditch." He shook his head with mock disappointment. "It will never happen again.

"You got it out of sheer luck Woody, keep that in your tough head," I said, gently knocking on his head.

Though I touched his hair for only a split second, it made my heart flutter. It was surprisingly soft, even considering how short it was. I quickly shook off the oncoming blush. Was I really this boy crazy that having contact with one's hair for a second makes my knees go weak?

"It won't be sheer luck when Gryffindor wins the house cup next year." He crossed his arms defiantly.

"What gives?" I cocked an eyebrow, challenging him for an answer.

"I'm spending all of my free time developing a new quidditch strategy, that's what." He chuckled. "Gryffindor will be unbeatable next year."

"Keep dreaming Wood." I snickered. "The chances of you winning the cup are about as high as Flitwick."

"Then yours are the height of my shoe." Oliver pointed at his worn-out combat boots.

"Bull shi-" I started, but a crack rang out through the air.

Katya landed gracefully, making something as awkward as apparition look like a top model photoshoot. Her once long platinum hair was now cut in a short bob with messy bangs. A loose-fitting red tee was expertly tucked into a pair of white trousers, and overall she had the off-duty model look going for her.

"Y/n!" She exclaimed, running up to me and pulling me into a light hug, "Oh how good to see you!"

"Hello, Katya!" I giggled, happily hugging her back. "How are you!

"Oh I've been vell," she smirked, "Benjy proposed to me."

"Really?" I squealed, and she pulled out her hand that had a big ring on it with an expensive-looking emerald glistening in the morning sun.

"Congratulations soon to be Mrs. Williams!" I hugged her again.

"Oh no no, I'm keeping Volkova," she grinned, "Much more macho."

"I'm here too." Oliver raised his hand.

"Oh, you're here too." Katya looked over him with the coldest look imaginable, and even Oliver shrank back slightly before she starting to laugh hysterically. "I'm just kidding! You should've seen the look on your face!"

I started laughing as well, and Oliver quickly joined us. Katya whispered the password and the side door to the stadium flew open, and we walked in. The usual side room with windows facing the quidditch pitch looked the same as when we last were there, with a single wooden table and metal drawers lining the walls. It was obviously air-conditioned, and it was much nicer inside the room than it was outside.

"So vat is it zat I hear has been going on vith you and Ford?" She questioned playfully as she sat down and pulled out her wand, producing some papers.

Oliver noticeably clenched his jawline, and both Katya and I noticed simultaneously.

"It's been going pretty good," I responded with a smile. "He's a real gentleman."

"I see," Katya nodded, but Oliver just stood still, his fists clenching and unclenching.

"Oliver you seem to show a great dislike towards my boyfriend." I playfully punched him on the arm and sat down next to Katya.

"You're mental." He chuckled, quickly loosening up. "The bloke is arrogant sure, but I don't even know him."

"Vell either vay you're still standing so you're on bludger and snitch protection charms duty," she shrugged. "Au revoir."

And with that Oliver Wood hastily left the room, wand on the ready.

Just as the doors closed they were thrown open again, and in stepped Vincent.

"Vinny!" I exclaimed, standing up.

"Hello, my sweet little songbird!" He said dashingly as he pulled me into a kiss. "Have you missed me?"

"No, not at all." I snickered, but quickly stopped when I saw his frown. "Only joking, I missed you very much."

"Oh, well," Vincent switched back to smiling, "I had to drop by before practice to say hello. Wanna grab a bite during my lunch break?"

"That would be lovely Vinny." I pecked him on the cheek.

"I love hearing your voice call me that." He purred quietly into my ear so that only I could hear. "What other names will you call me?"

I blushed furiously, choking down a cough.

"See you at lunch darling!" He quickly pulled away, his face not reflecting anything of what he said.

"Bye!" I waved awkwardly, still blushing furiously.

"He's a good talker I'll tell you zat much," Katya said thoughtfully as she watched the door close slowly. "I can see vy Oliver has a dislike for him"

"What do you mean? " I asked incredulously. "Vincent is very likeable."

"Zat, my dear, " Katya chuckled, "Is exactly ze problem."

"What does that supposed to mean?" I said with even more confusion, but Katya simply shook her head knowingly and went on with her paperwork.

"You can't just leave me hanging!" I protested but to no avail.

"You should start vorking on taking inventory." She said with a smile, not taking her eyes off her parchment.

~~~

Vincent and I walked hand in hand down the busy street.

"Vincent," someone shouted from behind us, "Look over here!"

We turned around and a flash of light blinded me for a moment. I instinctively pulled out my wand, but what I saw was a scrawny-looking man holding a camera with a comically large light attached.

"Can I take some statements?" He asked, expertly folding the light into a compartment on the side of the camera, as a large photograph began sliding out of the top.

"Marco, my man!" Vincent threw up his hands and walked towards the photographer. "Of course I'll give you any statements! But make it quick, I'm on lunch break with my girlfriend."

"Hey, can you get her here too?" He asked Vincent as though I wasn't only ten feet away.

"Babe, can you come here?" Vincent turned around and unnecessarily hollered to me.

I walked over warily, my last interaction with a reporter resulted in me getting bashed in witch weekly.

"Alright, how long have you two been dating?" He asked, pulling out a notepad and a pen.

"Well, we made it official a few days before Christmas right darling?" Vincent pulled me closer to him by the waist, and I nodded. "So that makes it a little over six months."

"Thanks, Vincent." Marco saluted him. "Well I've got to get going, I need to take the statement of that one witch that turned her family into cats."

"Bye Marco!" Vincent waved as Marco disappeared with a loud crack. "Anyways, we were off to lunch right?"

"Must you always get reporters to follow you whenever we're together?" I sighed.

"Is it that much of a bother?" Vincent frowned, pushing the door to the cafe open.

"A little." I smiled faintly, "Is it too much for a girl to want a man all to herself?"

"In that case darling," he stood behind me in line, his hot breath travelling up and down my neck, "You need not worry about them stealing my attention from you any longer."

"Thank you, Vincent," I said, feeling fleeting butterflies in my stomach.