Katie whipped back around, furious. "I am not throwing a hissy fit," she snapped back. "If you want to get on someone about piss poor playing, maybe you should bloody talk to your Beaters who can't keep the bloody bludger off of me." Katie rolled her eyes and shook her head. "Please. As if I'd let that bother me. You sleep with everyone, Wood. I expected nothing from you." Honestly, that wasn't true. She hadn't quite thought it'd be this awful between them. She always thought if they ever crossed that line that it might mean something but she'd clearly been wrong.
She was pretty sure there was nobody like Oliver Wood. He was always able to cut her deeply with any sort of harshness. She'd valued his opinion and respect for far too long. It was clear he didn't feel the same and while she'd thought they were friends, maybe she'd been wrong on that part as well. She was nothing more than a teammate and a mistake on a drunken Saturday night. It had ruined everything between them.
"I faked it," she said, flatly, turning around again. She inwardly, sighed, unable to take the words back. He was just so bloody cocky. And she was mad. Beyond angry. "Besides," she said, turning back around, glaring. "You were pissed. I didn't expect much from it."