Megan Merrifield

“Hagrid on Saturday morning. Harry, however, was shaken awake several hours earlier than he would have liked by Oliver Wood, Captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team. “Whassamatter?” said Harry groggily. “Quidditch practice!” said Wood. “Come on!” Harry squinted at the window. There was a thin mist hanging across the pink-and-gold sky. Now that he was awake, he couldn’t understand how he could have slept through the racket the birds were making. “Oliver,” Harry croaked. “It’s the crack of dawn.” “Exactly,” said Wood. He was a tall and burly sixth year and, at the moment, his eyes were gleaming with a crazed enthusiasm. “It’s part of our new training program”
― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets