Ravenclaw Table

Harmony glared at Will before throwing the rest of her uneaten muffin at him.

"Do not talk about Oliver Wood that way," she said, frowning. "I most definitely will not stand for it, and the next time you say something about him, you'll get a fork between the eyes, William. And no, that is not a threat, that's a promise."

Will shook the crumbs off the newspaper, raising an eyebrow at the girl.

"Oliver Wood's OLD," Will said firmly as he crammed stole a piece of french toast from the table and jumped over the bench. "OLD, OLD, OLD, OLD, OLD!" He teased as he ran out of the Great Hall, sticking his tongue out at Harmy while pulling down his bottom eyelid. "OOOOOOLLLLLLLDDDDD!" Stuffing the french toast into his mouth, he ran off to History of Magic.

Dom grinned at Will's antics. He himself marveled at the idea that Wood still played as well as he did, being his age. He wasn't sure that he could do what Wood still achieved at the age that he was.

"Don't worry, Harmony. I still admire Wood's effort. He's a good addition to United and will hard to replace when he does decide to retire." Dom said, trying to cheer up the Ravenclaw.

Harmony grumbled into her breakfast before turning to smile at Dom.

"Thanks Dom. Glad to know that someone appreciates Oliver for his many talents. Now, if you'll excuse me there's something that I must do." Harmony stood up and cleared her throat. "YOU'RE GOING TO DIE WILLIAM BLACK!"

And with that note, she ran out of the Great Hall, hunting Will down.

Reina sighed, watching Harmony and Will. She shook her head, finishing her last bit of egg. She glanced up when Cass asked her about the article. "Yeah, I know. My sister-in-law wrote it. Owled me her draft before she had it printed. Her family and my grandfather's family are from Ireland, and it's where my mum was born and grew up. We cheer the Irish more then any other team in my home." She explained, getting her books together. "See ya later Cass." She headed out after Harmony and Will.