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| Ch. # | Chapter Title | Word Count | Reviews |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1 |
It's a name thing, with the twins' order, and Wood being called Wood, obviously. Ok, think calming thoughts. Think of, erm, think of… Dumbledore and McGonagall, dancing a waltz, dancing a waltz, dancing a waltz… Ok, I think it’s working. My eyes are travelling upwards, and now I can see his face. Right, it’s fine, no one noticed a thing. Oh crap! He has the biggest smirk on his face. So do the twins. Ok, time to make a very quick exit. I wish I could apperate. That would be much quicker. |
5,216 | 5 |
| 2 |
Organised Arguments, Awkward Silence, and Small Talk Stings! Oliver smells nice. He smells all warm, and boyish, but different. There’s the whole fruity thing, which is pretty normal, and then a kind of, mint undertone, and a faint hint of freshly cut grass. Basically, if I could bottle his smell, and sell it, I would be a millionaire. Actually, that isn’t a bad idea really… I think I’m still sniffing his jumper. Oh well. |
1,642 | 4 |
| 3 |
Rock, Paper, Scissors. And That's What I say To All The Boys. “I’ve never… been to Wales.” They all looked at me. What? |
2,687 | 4 |
| 4 |
Simon The Stuffed Walrus, And I'm Not An Idiot! “Sit and wait for the fat lady to come back, and raise the alarm, to Dumbledore, because I have hypothermia?” Oliver chuckled at my comment. Then, he turned so his back was facing me, and bent his knees a little. |
2,763 | 3 |
| 5 |
Quidditch Meltdown, And Dobbster, My Best Elf Mate. “Eve, you know the two ways to a bloke’s heart.” |
1,090 | 4 |
| 6 |
Quidditch Stress, and Product Placement By Lee Jordan “Another brilliant bludger from George Weasley there. Incidentally, all Weasley Wizarding products will be on sale after this match, in the Gryffindor common room, if any of yo- sorry Professor, it honestly won’t happen again.” |
1,502 | 5 |
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