Angelina had ultimately been stopped by Harley, and hadn't managed to suppress Wood.
After a quick wash, Harley followed the three older girls toward the Quidditch Pitch.
She was still thinking about switching positions. At the end of last term, Harley and Wood had asked to change positions.
Being a Seeker really didn't suit her. With her eagle vision permanently enhanced, finding a Golden Snitch was too easy—there was no challenge at all.
So why not become a Chaser instead? With an Assassin's outstanding physical abilities, Harley could easily score twenty goals in a single match.
Wood obviously didn't know exactly what Harley was capable of, so the Gryffindor Quidditch Team needed to test her first.
The Gryffindor Quidditch Team had gathered on the pitch, but someone else was there too—a first-year Gryffindor, Colin Creevey.
The boy's forehead was damp with sweat beneath his gray hair, and his face was flushed, as though he had just gone for a strenuous run.
A large camera hung around his neck, and he seemed even more excited than Harley.
"Harley! I heard someone calling your name outside the dormitory, so I hurried after them!
"I've been trying to find a chance to talk to you these past few days. No, I mean—could I take your picture?"
The little boy rattled off his words in a rush.
Harley tilted her head. Only after Alicia, who had carefully watched the entire Sorting Ceremony, reminded her did she remember who the boy was.
Harley replied in a very cool voice, "Mr. Creevey, I don't think we know each other well enough for you to call me by my first name."
Colin was immediately struck dumb. He stared for a few seconds, then stammered, "S-sorry, Miss Potter!
"My name's Colin Creevey! You can call me Colin.