Kyle: Am I some Dark Lord?

"Good news, Kyle!"

Early the next morning, Grace, the new Quidditch team captain, eagerly sought out Kyle, who was reading in the library.

"What is it? Why are you so happy?" Kyle set the book in his hands aside. "Did Headmaster Dumbledore kill Voldemort last night or something?"

"Huh?" Grace blinked at him in bewilderment. "R-Really?"

"I'm asking you." Kyle looked up at her. "Didn't you say you had good news?"

"No, no..." Only then did Grace realize what Kyle meant, and she quickly shook her head. "The news has nothing to do with Voldemort. It's about the team."

"Oh." Kyle immediately lost interest, but still asked politely, "What about it?"

"Do you know who we're playing in our first match?" Grace asked.

"Gryffindor?" Kyle said casually.

"H-How did you know?" Grace asked in surprise. "Did Madam Hooch tell you?"

"No, I guessed," Kyle said.

"Then you guessed right. It's Gryffindor." Grace lowered her voice. "I noticed that their Keeper, that Weasley, is in terrible form. Isn't that good news for us?"

"Terrible form?" Kyle asked curiously. "What do you mean?"

"Mikel and I secretly watched their training..." Grace said. "Don't misunderstand, it's perfectly normal. We were gathering intelligence."

Noticing the change in Kyle's expression, she shrugged. "Every team does it. Maybe you didn't notice, but a month before last year's final, those Weasley twins were always hanging around near the pitch while we trained... They certainly weren't there for a picnic."

"Fine." Kyle nodded. "Go on."

No wonder he always happened to run into Fred and George after training. Those two had even lied to him, saying they were testing new prank items. Now it all made sense.

"Where was I?" Grace thought for a moment. "Oh, right, the Keeper...

"When we went to gather intelligence this time, we