"You're joking right?" George started before I could say anything, "Do you guys know anything about quidditch? I mean, first of all, their positions really can't be compared, and second of all, our teams might be rivals but she's amazing." 
                          
"She is quite good," I admitted and the girl's face turned beet red. A part of me felt bad for Matilda, as her attempt at a compliment had backfired, but she shouldn't have to put someone else down just to try and flirt with me. Plus, it bothered me that anyone would insult Ivy, that was my job. We turned back around and continued to watch the game.
                          
 Ivy kept up the pace for the next hour, scoring five more times, each shot more impressive than the last. I couldn't help but feel slightly proud when she and Adrian Pucey performed a successful Porskoff maneuver. 
                          
While she was the standout, the rest of her team played great as well. I was thankful we  weren't going to have to play them again until the finals, though I began to get nervous about our chances of winning the house cup, especially with the massive point margin in the game. The score was already 140:50 Slytherin. 
                          
Not a half hour later, Terrence Higgs caught the snitch and the game was over. Green confetti showered down from the stands, the Slytherins rejoicing. Davies and the Ravenclaws looked disappointed as they sauntered off the field, while the Slytherins bathed in their victory. I headed back down the stairs from the stadium seats, talking with Jackson and Fred as we walked among the sea of students. The students were still abuzz.
                          
"Did you see Caddell?" I overheard two seventh year Ravenclaws talking in front of us. 
                          
"She's bloody hot," his friend replied. 
                          
Merlin, how many people at this school liked her?
                          
"I have to agree with them," Fred turned to me, and I frowned. "C'mon mate, she may be your rival but you gotta admit she's pretty badass." 
                          
Before I was able to respond, an out of breath Katie Bell ran up beside me.
                          
"Oliver! Roger Davies called an emergency captain's meeting, he wanted me to tell you to meet him in the locker room." 
                          
"Alright thanks, Katie," I frowned. I gave Jackson and Fred a shrug, and turned back around, pushing past students towards the direction of the locker room. 
                          
Just then I slammed (as in literally slammed) into none other than Ivy Caddell. 
                          
"Jeez Wood, watch where you're going," Ivy huffed, visibly out of breath from the match. 
                          
"Sorry," I started. 
                          
The girl was in such a good mood that she just smirked and continued on towards the school, chatting with her teammates. 
                          
"Wait Ivy," I remained my senses. She whipped around. "Davies called a captain's meeting." Ivy frowned quizzically, and I shrugged, sharing the same expression. 
                          
"I'll catch up with you guys," she nodded absentmindedly to her teammates. They murmured goodbyes before continuing back to the school. 
                          
Ivy walked back towards me, and we headed back to the locker rooms. "What could possibly be so important that we have to meet tonight?" 
                          
"Your guess is as good as mine." We pushed past the crowds of people until we finally got past the mass of students and walked silently across the lawn. "You played well by the way," I admitted, breaking the silence as we walked. Ivy just laughed, and I gave her a questioning look.
                          
"Wait, you're being serious?" She raised her eyebrows at me.
                          
"Er, yes?"
                          
"Oh," she gave a small laugh, "Thanks."