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I can't decide under which characters I'm putting this under as it goes on with the Brooms vs Books universe. For now I'll put it under Hermione and Oliver, but later on I might move it to Oliver and Percy (no slash intended) because this story is focused on each of their lives with them narrating it almost.
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Characters: Oliver, Percy, Hermione, Callista (OC from brooms vs books), the children they sprouted which are all original made up characters by me, and the Weasley family.
Non-Canon, canon followers beware.
So here it is
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Merlin I've been ran down by my children and wife. My name is Oliver Wood and I am the proud father of 4. I got my ways. I got my wife to pop out four kids when she said she only wanted three. But hey I'm irresistible. I now work for the Ministry of Magic, taking over Mordecai Brown's spot as head of Sports and Games England...not to mention something great is happening this year around and I've been chosen to coach a team….enough of that. Read on and you'll see. Anyways back to my life….
Let me start with my oldest. Her name is Margaret, but I call her Maggie. She hates it when I bellow out "Maggie" in the middle of her Quiddtich games. The Gryffindor team already calls me 'Dad' because just this passing summer I helped out the team to practice. Anyways back to my little Maggie. She ain't that little anymore by the way. Maggie was born about 14 years ago at the hospital my wife Hermione works at. My Maggie has light brown hair and hazel eyes; she's about 5'3 right now and a very spiteful girl as she just broke another bloke's heart. I feel bad for the boy; she's becoming as worse as my goddaughter Stella who already made 5 blokes noses bleed….from a quaffle that includes the Bell-Flint offspring who tried to ask her out on a date. Just as Stella my Maggie accidentally threw the quaffle too far and it hit the keeper's, Charles Towler, nose who by the way had a huge crush on my daughter. It was bloody brilliant but I got pinched by my wife because I was laughing at the incident.
My next oldest child is 12 years old. He's my mini-me with the same charm but fewer ego emissions according to Hermione and Percy. Damn that Percy. His name is Wyatt. As I said he is mini me. But he isn't in the Quiddtich team because it's still full and a 2nd year wouldn't be able to grab the spot unless he poisons other people. But that's very Flint like and my son is better than that!
My third is Nicholas, or Nick. Don't you think it'll be a nice Quiddtich star name? Nick Wood….wow…anyways he's only 11. He's starting this fall. I don't know how to describe him because he looks like me. Again my genes are stronger than vodka. He's hair is darker than mine though. We're still trying to see what house he gets into. He loves books more than anything else, much like Hermione who is trying to make me make mash potatoes with out magic. Now what fun would that be?
My last yet but not least is my little daughter Emily or Emma as I prefer calling her. She's only 8 and I pity her as all of siblings would be at Hogwarts this year. Just means Emma would be coming with me when she hasn't got classes but that's okay. She has straight brown hair and amber eyes. She also got buck teeth, much to her loathing, but Hermione assures her that it can be magically altered once she gets old enough to do so herself.
Onto myself. I am Oliver Wood, now head of Magical Games and Sports England. I am already retired as a Quiddtich player because of an unfortunate accident of getting too old, did that make any sense at all, and my doctor said that I had too many back injuries already. So I help coach the national team on their off season, that keeps the Quiddtich in my blood running!
My Wife is Dr. Hermione granger M.D. She works at the Oxford Hospital and there isn't much to say about her because you already know who she is! She's my wife. That's right MINE! Dear me I think I watched too much Nemo...MINE! Those seagulls and cool.
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Hi my name is Percy and I'm the paperwork fiend, well, according to my wife that is. According to her I give my work more attention than I give her. Anyways I'm still the Head of Security and it doesn't bother me at all. I've had this job since I was 22 and now I'm an aging 40 something man who has 3 kids. Three only you say? Yes I only got three, odd huh. After all they say Weasleys bare a minimum of five children. But I only got three. Hell even Oliver beat me at offspring count. Actually I would've wanted more children. But my wife said "If you want more, next time you'll get pregnant see how much it hurts to birth…" then she pinched my arm and I squealed like a little pansy. After that incident I stopped bugging her for another son. My hair is graying and my wife's isn't. How the hell she still has her dark locks intact safe from grays, I do not know, but I have grays…and wrinkles.
When I was 28 I got married and had a child within the same year. My first were actually fraternal twins Jeff and Stella. Jeffery is me with straight hair. Wait let me take that back, he looks more like his grandfather Jerome. He got my mannerisms though. He's a Head Boy this year. He isn't as stuck up as I was before though, according to his godfather. He has auburn hair and grey eyes like his twin sister. Like me he's tall and lanky, but not creepy lanky, dear Merlin no. Not with Jullietta Catalan as his grandmother. My mother in law made sure all her grandkids were growing up toned. Don't know why. Anyways onto my oldest daughter Stella, she's looks like my sister-in-law Paullina with Cal's odd quirks. She's the Quiddtich Captain last year and this year and I can't be more proud of my Quiddtich-Fiend of a daughter. For kicks, she impaled Michael Flint to the post by throwing a quaffle quite forcefully at him and hexing him two years ago after he had asked her out numerous times during a Quiddtich match. Gryffindor won by the way. Then she made Charles Towler's face bleed more after Maggie Wood did just a week ago and all Oliver could do was laugh at the incident.
Then there's my little Parker. I seem to be blessed with daughters when my brothers can't even get one out, minus Bill he got Francesca. Parker is 12 she's my quiet book fiend daughter. My wife dubbed her the book-fiend as Parker broke the spines of the books in the library which really got Cal slightly mad. Don't ask. Parker is a Ravenclaw, unlike her older siblings who both are in Gryffindor. She is my wife's mini-me. Minus the eye-color. She got my blue ones, but icy blue ones at that. She so cute with the little freckles on her nose! But I'm not allowed to say that in public.
Then onto my wife, Dr. Callista Silverio-Weasley, that's right she has a hyphen in her professional name. She's a professor at London University and a part time curator with the British museum. Often people regard my family as somewhat odd because you know. We are odd we are Weasley's after all.
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what do you think? I need a beta anyone up for it?