Quidditch Report
Chapter 1:A Dream? Or a Nightmare?
The Sun's so bright today...ugh, I gotta finish this report, I'm determined to! Then I can start my Transfiguration one...Percy Weasley thought as he sat in his favourite chair in the Gryffindor common room. It was a beautiful day and he could hear the students running around outside, having snow ball fights, laughing and enjoying homework-free days. Percy was in his fifth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, in his OWL year. Instead of working on his essays and reports for his classes, he decided to finish a quidditch report he started out of boredom.
As Percy's mind draws a blank, an owl flies in the common room window, followed by a snowball which hits him. Scowling he looks out the window and recognized two identical ginger males smirking up at him, "Fred! George! Stop throwing snowballs up here!" he bellows down at them.
"We only threw one!" one of them says, though Percy couldn't tell which one.
"And what are you going to do? Take points from us?" the other smirks.
Percy scowls and slams the window shut, "stupid, reckless-" his sentence was cut off by the hoot of his owl, Hermes. Rushing over he gets the note, can it be from Penelope? he thinks then rips it open. "Hello Percy, how're you? What're you writing? What the...who..." Percy reads over this odd letter multiple times before he recognizes the writing, "Wood..." Sending off Hermes and sitting in his chair he hears the common room door open but ignores it.
"Hello Percy! Great day for a quidditch game, would you like to join me?"
"No, Wood I wouldn't, I'd rather finish this report and other ones, thanks...my answer has never changed once so don't give me that disappointed look, it won't work!"
Before Percy has a chance to put his quill back on his paper, Oliver Wood, the Gryffindor quidditch keeper and captain, is beside him and steals it, "common Percy, you know you can't stay locked up forever!"
"Just try me!" Percy scowls and glares, "and since when have you called me Percy? And WHY don't you just ask me the questions without wasting parchment you could be using for your essays?"
"I was hoping I could copy yours.."
"No WAY! You're going to fail if you do, and you never answered my question about calling me Percy!"
"Isn't it obvious..I've become fond of you, and you're fun to bug!"
Percy feels his face heat up and glares so it would seem like it was from anger, "well give it up Wood! Why don't you go find a girl to talk to!" and with that he grabs his things and walks off, or tries to, until Wood grabs his hand and then...
"Hey Weasley, you ok? You look like you have a fever."
Percy's eyes open and he sits upright to see Oliver Wood looking through his four posters. "Yea...I'm fine..."
"Good, because we have defence in five minutes!" Percy coughs from surprise and grabs his glasses, "five...five minutes? Why didn't you wake me earlier? Go tell Professor Quirrel I may be late because someone never woke me up!" When Oliver leaves Percy lies back down and stares at the top of his four poster bed, another weird dream...what's wrong with me? I always wake up before the one part and...that's not the point! WHY am I dreaming of...ugh. After rubbing his eyes Percy quickly changes and runs off to defence against the dark arts, knowing that the only seat left will be beside Oliver he sighs and enters the classroom.
