A/N: NOT MINE. DUH.
I swear, I'm gonna kill Oliver Wood one day. I mean come on! What kind of moron wakes up at 4:00 in the friggin morning and demands his bloody quidditch team to run 10 laps around the Quidditch pitch? ON A SATURDAY? Oh I know who! Bloody Oliver Alexander Wood, my good for nothing, pig headed, Quidditch obsessed captain. I mean c'mon! Why do we have to run? We play the ruddy sport on flying broomsticks for crying out loud! Okay, you know what? I ain't gonna finish my last 2 laps, just for the sake of pissing Oliver off.
Okay, so I did piss off Wood. But now, I have to stay for an extra hour.
Fuck, I'm such an idiot.
A/N: YES, MY FIRST CHAPTER IS THAT SHORT. HEY! THIS IS A SEMI-DRABBLE AFTER ALL…
-RKB