Hey everyone! This is my first fanfic ever so give me some feedback and
I'll see if I should continue at all, alright? Haha. Enjoy! Just by the
way, I wrote this a long time ago and didn't have anywhere to post
it…so…its not originally about the movie's Oliver Wood, he's just my
favourite character. Alright, enjoy.
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Oliver Wood made his way down the Hogwart's corridor. The 7th year student had just woken up about half an hour ago, and was still somewhat asleep. He smiled to Katie Bell tiredly as he passed her on the stairs, and grabbed onto the railing as the stairs began to move and shift, as did Katie.
"I think they like you, Oliver," said Katie sarcastically, "That's the third time this week they've moved on you, isn't it?"
Oliver smirked a bit and nodded as the staircase stopped moving.
"See you in Herbology," said Oliver to Katie as he stepped off of the stairs and onto the stone floor again, walking towards the Great Hall for breakfast. He passed the Weasley twins, both of them laughing a bit.
"Watch out, Oliver!" said Fred, "There's a squirrel on your head!"
"No no, Fred," said George, "It's just his hair!"
The two let out another laugh before Oliver frowned and looked in the mirror to his left, hanging on the wall and tilted slightly. His short brown-red hair was sticking up in one place on the top of his head. He removed his wand from his cloaks and pointed it at the cowlick and it went down, joining the other hairs on his head like it had never been noticeable. He smiled slightly to himself and kept walking along the passageway. He eventually came to the Great Hall and stepped through the tall opening, seeing the four long tables representing each house filled with people, and littered all the way down itself with food.
Oliver grumbled a bit and walked down beside the Gryffindor table, searching for a place and eventually found one. He sat down and reached out for a bowl of scrambled eggs when he noticed the person sitting beside him.
She had light brown hair, which was in a ponytail, and green eyes that were scanning over the words of a textbook. She looked about the same age as him and was deeply into her book, and yet not adding to the racket around the Great Hall by talking to anyone else. She must be new, for Oliver had never seen her before, so he decided to talk to her.
"Hello," said Oliver kindly, smirking lightly. The girl looked up but didn't say anything, instead she looked around her. Oliver guessed she wasn't sure if he was talking to her or not, and raised an eyebrow at her.
"Oh," she said, as if figuring it all out, "Hey."
Oliver couldn't help but smirk again. She smiled back a bit nervously before looking to her plate and scooping up half a fork-full of scrambled eggs and slipping them into her mouth. Oliver served himself with the same form of eggs and looked over at her again.
"Are you new here?" he asked. She looked back to him and nodded slightly, swallowing her eggs.
"Yeah," she said once she did so, "Just got here yesterday afternoon."
"Why didn't I see you at supper then?" he asked, frowning slightly.
She smiled a bit and blushed a light pink.
"Well," she said, "Some people told me they didn't serve supper here, and I fell for it."
"Who told you that?" asked Oliver.
"Two red-headed twins." She replied. Oliver smirked a bit and nodded.
"Those are Fred and George Weasley, if they tell you anything that sounds remotely serious, they're probably lying."
The girl smiled and laughed a bit. Oliver thought she had one of the most amazing smiles he had ever seen.
"That will come in handy, I'm sure." She said, still smiling.
Oliver smiled too, and then thought of his manners.
"I'm Oliver Wood." He said, extending his hand.
She smiled and took the outstretched hand.
"I'm Jessica Hargrove." She said and they shook. Oliver smiled, very pleased to meet such a wonderful, and beautiful young woman.
"What year are you?" Oliver asked.
"Seventh." Jessica replied, "How about you?"
"Also a seventh." Oliver said.
"Oliver Wood," Jessica said his name thoughtfully, "That name sounds so familiar, but I can't place it. Are you on some council or club here?"
"I'm actually the Gryffindor Quidditch Captain." Oliver replied, smiling proudly.
"Oh," she said, smiling at his pride, "Congratulations for that."
He nodded thankfully, happy to now have almost every student in Hogwarts know his name.
"Do you play Quidditch?" asked Oliver.
"I was the Keeper at my old school." She said. Oliver looked almost stunned at the fact that she played the same position as he did.
"I'm Keeper as well." Oliver said. She smiled a bit, finding it nice to have something in common with at least one person in her new school.
After Oliver had popped a spoonful of eggs in his mouth and swallowed them completely, he frowned a bit.
"So, why did you come here on your last year?" he asked curiously.
Jessica took a sip of the purple juice in the goblet in front of her and looked at Oliver again, shutting her book with her right hand, not thinking she'd need it anymore.
"Well," she said, her voice going a little quieter, "I was kicked out."
"For what?" Oliver asked, his frown deepening a bit more.
"There's this no fighting rule at my old school," she said, "And I guess I couldn't follow it well enough for their standards."
Oliver couldn't help but smirk a bit.
"You know," he said, "There's the same rule here too."
Jessica smiled and nodded, "I know, I know." She said, and set her fork down on her now empty plate, picking up her goblet and sipping the last of the juice from it. She reached her right hand over to grab the book that she had been reading and stuffed it in her bag.
"Well," she said, "I'll probably see you in Herbology then."
"Where are you off to?" he asked. Jessica shrugged.
"Just gonna look around," she said, "Try and find all my classes and my way around. Do me a favour, if I'm not back by lights-out, send a search party."
Oliver smiled at the joke but a sudden idea came into his head.
"I could show you around if you'd like." He said. Jessica raised an eyebrow.
"Shouldn't you finish eating?" she asked. Oliver gulped the last of his orange juice and shoved his plate away from him into the centre of the table and stood up.
"I'm done." He said, smirking widely, holding out his hand for her.
Jessica smiled from putting the book in her bag and flipped the now rather heavy sack onto her shoulder and took his hand.
As they walked out, holding hands rather friendly, a bunch of other seventh years started whispering to each other with nasty or curious looks on their faces. Oliver didn't even feel the need to let go of her hand. If she was fine with it, so was he.
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Thanks a lot for reading! It'll pick up. Please review!
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Oliver Wood made his way down the Hogwart's corridor. The 7th year student had just woken up about half an hour ago, and was still somewhat asleep. He smiled to Katie Bell tiredly as he passed her on the stairs, and grabbed onto the railing as the stairs began to move and shift, as did Katie.
"I think they like you, Oliver," said Katie sarcastically, "That's the third time this week they've moved on you, isn't it?"
Oliver smirked a bit and nodded as the staircase stopped moving.
"See you in Herbology," said Oliver to Katie as he stepped off of the stairs and onto the stone floor again, walking towards the Great Hall for breakfast. He passed the Weasley twins, both of them laughing a bit.
"Watch out, Oliver!" said Fred, "There's a squirrel on your head!"
"No no, Fred," said George, "It's just his hair!"
The two let out another laugh before Oliver frowned and looked in the mirror to his left, hanging on the wall and tilted slightly. His short brown-red hair was sticking up in one place on the top of his head. He removed his wand from his cloaks and pointed it at the cowlick and it went down, joining the other hairs on his head like it had never been noticeable. He smiled slightly to himself and kept walking along the passageway. He eventually came to the Great Hall and stepped through the tall opening, seeing the four long tables representing each house filled with people, and littered all the way down itself with food.
Oliver grumbled a bit and walked down beside the Gryffindor table, searching for a place and eventually found one. He sat down and reached out for a bowl of scrambled eggs when he noticed the person sitting beside him.
She had light brown hair, which was in a ponytail, and green eyes that were scanning over the words of a textbook. She looked about the same age as him and was deeply into her book, and yet not adding to the racket around the Great Hall by talking to anyone else. She must be new, for Oliver had never seen her before, so he decided to talk to her.
"Hello," said Oliver kindly, smirking lightly. The girl looked up but didn't say anything, instead she looked around her. Oliver guessed she wasn't sure if he was talking to her or not, and raised an eyebrow at her.
"Oh," she said, as if figuring it all out, "Hey."
Oliver couldn't help but smirk again. She smiled back a bit nervously before looking to her plate and scooping up half a fork-full of scrambled eggs and slipping them into her mouth. Oliver served himself with the same form of eggs and looked over at her again.
"Are you new here?" he asked. She looked back to him and nodded slightly, swallowing her eggs.
"Yeah," she said once she did so, "Just got here yesterday afternoon."
"Why didn't I see you at supper then?" he asked, frowning slightly.
She smiled a bit and blushed a light pink.
"Well," she said, "Some people told me they didn't serve supper here, and I fell for it."
"Who told you that?" asked Oliver.
"Two red-headed twins." She replied. Oliver smirked a bit and nodded.
"Those are Fred and George Weasley, if they tell you anything that sounds remotely serious, they're probably lying."
The girl smiled and laughed a bit. Oliver thought she had one of the most amazing smiles he had ever seen.
"That will come in handy, I'm sure." She said, still smiling.
Oliver smiled too, and then thought of his manners.
"I'm Oliver Wood." He said, extending his hand.
She smiled and took the outstretched hand.
"I'm Jessica Hargrove." She said and they shook. Oliver smiled, very pleased to meet such a wonderful, and beautiful young woman.
"What year are you?" Oliver asked.
"Seventh." Jessica replied, "How about you?"
"Also a seventh." Oliver said.
"Oliver Wood," Jessica said his name thoughtfully, "That name sounds so familiar, but I can't place it. Are you on some council or club here?"
"I'm actually the Gryffindor Quidditch Captain." Oliver replied, smiling proudly.
"Oh," she said, smiling at his pride, "Congratulations for that."
He nodded thankfully, happy to now have almost every student in Hogwarts know his name.
"Do you play Quidditch?" asked Oliver.
"I was the Keeper at my old school." She said. Oliver looked almost stunned at the fact that she played the same position as he did.
"I'm Keeper as well." Oliver said. She smiled a bit, finding it nice to have something in common with at least one person in her new school.
After Oliver had popped a spoonful of eggs in his mouth and swallowed them completely, he frowned a bit.
"So, why did you come here on your last year?" he asked curiously.
Jessica took a sip of the purple juice in the goblet in front of her and looked at Oliver again, shutting her book with her right hand, not thinking she'd need it anymore.
"Well," she said, her voice going a little quieter, "I was kicked out."
"For what?" Oliver asked, his frown deepening a bit more.
"There's this no fighting rule at my old school," she said, "And I guess I couldn't follow it well enough for their standards."
Oliver couldn't help but smirk a bit.
"You know," he said, "There's the same rule here too."
Jessica smiled and nodded, "I know, I know." She said, and set her fork down on her now empty plate, picking up her goblet and sipping the last of the juice from it. She reached her right hand over to grab the book that she had been reading and stuffed it in her bag.
"Well," she said, "I'll probably see you in Herbology then."
"Where are you off to?" he asked. Jessica shrugged.
"Just gonna look around," she said, "Try and find all my classes and my way around. Do me a favour, if I'm not back by lights-out, send a search party."
Oliver smiled at the joke but a sudden idea came into his head.
"I could show you around if you'd like." He said. Jessica raised an eyebrow.
"Shouldn't you finish eating?" she asked. Oliver gulped the last of his orange juice and shoved his plate away from him into the centre of the table and stood up.
"I'm done." He said, smirking widely, holding out his hand for her.
Jessica smiled from putting the book in her bag and flipped the now rather heavy sack onto her shoulder and took his hand.
As they walked out, holding hands rather friendly, a bunch of other seventh years started whispering to each other with nasty or curious looks on their faces. Oliver didn't even feel the need to let go of her hand. If she was fine with it, so was he.
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Thanks a lot for reading! It'll pick up. Please review!