A rational person might have noted that Quidditch had only been disbanded for about a day or so. In fact, it had actually made very little practical difference, because it hadn't even caused them to miss a practice. But that wasn't the point. The point was that Umbridge had the power to cancel Quidditch whenever she felt like it. In fact, she could cancel whatever the heck she wanted whenever she felt like it. And it didn't even matter whether or not it was fair, because Umbridge wasn't fair. She'd already shown time and time again that she was incredibly biased.
And it was only October.
Still, even if it had only been a day or so, it had been a day or so full of rage and talking people down off ledges and being worried sick that she wouldn't get to play Quidditch anymore. Which was a worry that was highly unacceptable, as far as Katie was concerned, and it wasn't even about her. It was about Angelina, Alica, Fred, and George who were in their last year and their last season and deserved to be able to play as much as they bloody well wanted.
Stupid Umbridge.
Once practice had ended, Katie wasn't quite ready to give up the pitch, lingering doubts about whether or not they'd be able to take it again in her brain, so she'd stuck around too, mostly just flying about a bit. Finally she just started hoovering, watching George get increasingly violent with the bludger.
Sidling up next to him, Katie raised an eyebrow. "So who are you hitting it at?" It was a guess, sure, but it was the Slytherin stands he was in front of.