A/N: So this is a companion piece to The Quidditch Nazi. You don't have to read the other one for this one to make sense, but if you like this, I would read the other one too. That one is from Katie's view and this one is from Oliver's. Don't forget to REVIEW!

Thanks to LilyLunafan622 for the title. You're awesome!


Disclaimer: Does JKRowling update this fast with her books? No. Why is that? Because they're actual books. Duh.


Chapter One: Gotta Be Tough


"Shut up you gits!" I yelled at the kids trying out for the team. Surprisingly, they all listened and it was quiet enough that I heard crickets. Well that's reassuring.

"If you're trying out for chaser, go to the goalposts at the other end of the field." I said, pointing in that direction. Over half of the people went over there and I was slightly worried. I looked over there, hoping that I would see my chasers. Well mainly just one, because I wasn't sure if she was going to try out again after being beat up pretty bad last year. Oh my God.

"Don't forget your brooms!" I yelled at a first year girl who had stupidly left her's on the ground. I looked at the twins, and they were stifling their laughter. I glared at them, but took a deep breath so that hopefully I wouldn't scare off all of the hopefuls. I glanced at them again and they were giving me a thumbs up. George mouthed, 'Good job! You've been practicing, haven't you?' I rolled my eyes and looked at him.

"All beater hopefuls, follow the Witless Wonders to the equipment shed to get bats and then meet in the center of the field." I instructed, and a handful of people went. Hopefully some of them had sense not to try out since I pretty much had my team picked out. Not that I'm biased or anything. I just have a group that already works well together.

"All trying out for seeker, go to the other goalposts, and wait there." I said. We had only two for seeker, a third year that tried out last year and was horrible, and a first year... Harry Potter. I was definitely paying attention to him. His dad was amazing at Quidditch, maybe he passed it on.

I grabbed my clipboard that I had especially for this, and followed the seekers out to the goalposts. I let the snitch out and said that all they had to do was catch it. Whoever gets it first wins. I let them go to it.

Then I told the beater to start whacking bludgers at each other. Gotta be tough to play Quidditch. I already knew who would win that competition.

I walked over to the chasers, and I looked to see Katie, Angie and Leesha standing at the back. They smiled knowingly at me and I just rolled my eyes. They still had to pass all the tests. I had them take laps, pass the quaffle, and shoot on me. Might as well show off my skills to the nubes. As I expected, the girls did the best, and I recorded their scores first on my sheet.

I looked up, and surprisingly the snitch had just been caught. I smiled when I realized it was Harry. Everyone landed, and gathered around me.

"Listen up!" I yelled as everyone started talking in excited voices that really got on my nerves.

"When I call your name, step forward. That means you made the team. All those who don't? Sod off because we have practice right after." There was a bunch of mumbling from everyone, and I seriously wanted to make them shut up.

"Seeker. Potter, Harry." I said. I smiled when there was a huge cheer from everyone. I saw Katie look at the girls who were all standing in the middle of the crowd. She raised her eyebrows, and I knew she was surprised. Don't know what for though.

"Okay, beaters. Weasley, Fred. And... Weasley, George." I said, hoping nothing would explode.

"YES!" I heard the red-headed boys yell. I rolled my eyes as they both came and slang an arm around my shoulder.

"Get off." I whispered, glaring at them. They sighed, but obliged.

"Chasers. Spinnett, Alicia. Johnson, Angelina." I said. I paused as I saw Katie hug her friends. Then they came and hugged their boyfriends *eye roll* and then all four of them gave her a thumbs up. I almost smiled.

"...And Isabelle Morton." I said slowly, double checking my sheet. No... it can't be right! She was one of the best! I looked up at Katie, and her mouth was open wide. I looked at the team, and they looked murderous. I tried not to react, but I knew I was going to die tonight. Just the look on their faces. Or maybe they wouldn't even wait till tonight. Maybe they'll kill me and hide my body in the locker rooms. I breathed in sharply.

"Now go do something in the castle. Read a book , kiss a girl, or God forbid, DO YOUR HOMEWORK! Just don't bother us!" I heard lots of mumbling and got more death glares. I was really hoping that maybe she would go away and listen to what I said. I paused, and didn't hear any yelling. Maybe-

"WHAT THE HELL, WOOD?" Katie yelled right in my face. I know she shouldn't, being younger and all, but she scares the crap outta me sometimes. I turned around and started looking through my Quidditch gear, trying to make myself look busy.

"Bell, I told everyone not on the team to clear out. That means you too." I said in a surprisingly calm voice. I was mentally patting myself on the back for not sounding scared when-

"Like hell it does! I deserve to be on this team and you know it!" I stopped and turned around so that I was actually looking at her. How do I make her calm down?

"Look, I know you're upset and-"

"Upset? UPSET? DOES THIS LOOK LIKE A GIRL THAT'S UPSET? NO! THIS IS A GIRL THAT'S EXTREMELY PISSED OFF!" She yelled in my face. I know it's bad, but I kinda of like to see her flustered and mad. Her cheeks get red and her nose flares. It's pretty funny. Except when she has her fists. That means she's about ready to punch your lights out, which really hurts. Or it hurt that Slytherin kid last year that was making fun of me.

"Bell..." I said, trying to calm her down. That didn't help any.

"Katie." I tried. She crossed her arms, and sighed in relief. She wouldn't be punching anyone.

"Look, I'm sorry, but she scored better than you." I told her, thinking of the clipboard.

"I don't believe it." She said stubbornly. I really felt like rolling my eyes at her, but somehow I think she would take that the wrong way.

"Well you should, it's true." I insisted, equally as stubborn.

"Okay then, say I buy into this crap. How is she better than me? She missed two passes! I was perfect!" She yelled. I looked at the rest of the team, wondering what they thought of this.

"But... that's not what the clipboard says!" I said, grabbing it. Katie snatched if from my hand and I saw her eyes go wide. Crap.

"YOU STUPID GOOD FOR NOTHING PIECE OF CRAP!" She yelled, and Fred was suddenly next to her.

"What happened?" He asked. I glared at him, but he didn't seem to notice.

"Well apparently Oliver here can't read. See? My score is perfect, unlike hers." She said. I sighed and ran my fingers through my hair, messing it up more than normal. I need a haircut. This just is not my day. Fred got this goofy grin on his face and started clapping.

"Bravo, Wood! Bravo!" He yelled. I looked around, to see if there was any way to escape this as I felt my ears and cheeks start to turn red. The rest of the team came closer, looking at Fred questioningly.

"He read it wrong!" Fred yelled to them. They all burst out laughing and trapped Katie in a group hug. I wanted to get mad that I wasnt involved in it, but I guess I deserved it. After they broke apart, George turned to Isabelle.

"See ya, wouldn't wanna be ya!" He said, waving. She glared at Katie for a minute, stomped her foot, and stormed back to the castle.

"Well not that that's settled..." I said, trying to make it a little less awkward, as the others had all turned around to stare at me. Katie though, was glaring, which made me a little nervous. She put her hand on her hip and stared at me expectantly. What does she want? I don't entertain people! I dont tap dance for giant spiders or anything!

"...What?" I asked after a couple minutes of me shuffling my feet awkwardly. No one said anything, except then Katie burst out laughing. Alicia looked pissed.

"After all that... he just says, 'what'?" She asked. I looked around at the others, and saw no hints coming from them.

"Well what else am I supposed to say?" I asked, really getting irritated. If they want to say something, then just say the goddamn thing!

"How 'bout an apology, mate?" George said. Oh... that. I sighed.

"Okay, Bell, I'm sorry... Okay?" I asked. She stared at me for a minute, and I felt the extreme urge to look away, but hey, I was tough. After all you gotta be tough to play Quidditch. She nodded. I tried not to look too happy at the thought of that being over. I cleared my throat.

"Line up! Time for the into!" I barked at them. They all stood on the sideline of the pitch and I felt sorta like a military warden on inspection duty. I paced back and forth in front of them, and I paused in front of Katie. I stared at her for a second, and shook my head. All that chaser does is cause trouble. I walked past her, smiling, and I saw her give me her signature 'you're a dipshit' look. Or that's what I call it anyways. It's probably like 'you're a jerk' in her mind.

"So, as you all know, I'm Oliver Wood and-"

"Cough, the Quidditch Nazi, cough." Said Fred in a loud voice. As much as I hate to admit it, I wanted to laugh along with the rest of them. Deciding to lay it on thick, I smirked.

"You wanna play it that way, huh?" I asked, and all of them looked confused.

"Hello. My name is Oliver Wood. Welcome to Quidditch practice, although I hear the twins call it Boot Camp. Fitting name, don'tcha think? You can call me the Quidditch Nazi. I promise you one thing though: you don't play by my rules, and I'll make your life a living hell." I said in a loud voice, looking at Katie when I said the last line. I don't know what it is about her, but she just... She brings out the worst in me. She raised her eyebrows, and I knew she got the message. Katherine Marie Bell never, and I mean never backs down from a challenge.

"You don't scare me." She said, and Harry looked at her like she was crazy. I agree with you there, man.

"Oh really? Everyone! Drop and give me twenty!" I yelled. The others groaned, and I smiled. Man, do I love being the captain. I looked up, and Katie was the only one still standing there, looking at her nails. The others had begun their torture.

"Bell! What are you doing?" I yelled at her.

"I thought it was pretty obvious." Katie said in her 'innocent' voice. The two knuckleheads laughed, but that quickly stopped when I put twenty pound weights on their backs. Who's laughing now?

"Drop. Now." I said, pointing at the ground. Maybe Bell would listen if I treated her like a dog? She obviously didn't like that, as she kept standing there, disobeying orders and annoying the crap outta me. I looked at her, with only one choice left. I walked over, and knocked her feet out from under her, making her take a face-plant.

"COME ON BELL! QUIT SLACKING!" I yelled right in her face. It was pretty funny since she was on the ground. Suddenly, I had an idea. I put a new piece of paper on the front of my clipboard and drew a line down the middle. On the top on one side, I wrote my name, and I wrote hers on the other. I glanced at her, and saw she was watching, so I over-exaggerated putting a tally mark on my side of the paper. I smirked at her.

Let the chaser challenge... begin.