I'm starting this story over because the old version wasn't any good. So here goes. This is the prologue, and yes, I know it's very, very short. But I'll hopefully start working on the first chapter soon.
This is the story of me, Katharine Bell and chaser on the Gryffindor Quidditch team. What is my story? Quidditch and Oliver Wood.
My Oliver Wood.
Don't think I'm getting all possessive. I deserve to call him mine because he calls us his. And before you going running off to conclusions, Oliver is my Quidditch captain and he is always going on about how his chasers are the best, his beaters, his seeker. And you thought I was getting possessive? Really.
Oliver is, to say the least, a raving, Quidditch obsessed, lunatic. He tells us that we are all "destined to win that Quidditch cup" with an eerie resemblance to Professor Trelawney. The rest of the team consists of the two other chasers and my lovely friends, Angelina Johnson and Alicia Spinnet. Then our beaters, the two biggest pranksters at Hogwarts, Fred and George Weasley. Then comes our seeker, the boy who lived, Harry Potter. Lastly, we have our dear, gorgeous, extremely Scottish Quidditch captain Oliver Wood.
I'm a fourth year and am going into my second year on the Quidditch team. I would never trade those times for anything in the world. Not even a date with Oliver which most girls would die for. By the way I talk about him, you are probably thinking that Wood is some suave, debonair, prince charming type. Well he's most definitely not; he's the worst smooth-talker to ever live, he thinks it's weird when girls wear anything besides school robes and Quidditch robes, and all he talks about is Quidditch which is more than enough to drive any girl crazy. I don't think one of the girls he has dated have made it through one week of his constant Quidditch ramblings.
And yet, I'm still trying not to like the man. Hopefully this year I can get over him… or win his heart.