It Needs Seven More Days:

"No George I can manage. I'm pretty sure Smith can handle one more day without seeing me in his class. Besides what I'm doing is for his class anyway." Said one Oliver Wood as he walked along the path towards St. James Park, his favorite getaway when college life gets more strenuous every passing minute. He sipped the coffee in his hand and took a route with less people. His mobile phone in the other hand, talking to one George Weasley with few interruptions from George's twin Fred. "Yeah I brought my cam with me so don't worry mate. I got to go." And before George could utter another word, Oliver slammed his phone shut. He grinned to himself and walked on searching for an unoccupied bench to rest. He finally found one which he noticed was far from the bridge and decided that this was the perfect spot. As he finally settled not only himself but his things as well he was finally able to think clearly. His mind drifted back to this project that he was doing for his kooky Professor who did his best to torment Oliver in a good way. He smirked as he recalled when he first met Professor Smith.

"Am I in the right room?" Oliver asked hesitantly. A man in his fifties looked up from what he was reading and narrowed his eyes at Oliver. "Who are you?" the man asked harshly. "I'm Oliver Wood and the secretary said my class is with a Mr. Smith in room 210. Again, am I in the right room?" he asked getting irritated. The old man scoffed and stood up from where he sat before saying, "Wood, Wood, you don't happen to know a Henry Wood now do you?" Oliver raised his eyebrows in suspicion as he heard his father's name uttered. "Maybe, maybe not." he retorted stubbornly. Comprehension dawned on the old man's face. "Ah you're his cryptic son. I am Mr. Smith, but knowing that you are in the right room is up to you."

"I am not cryptic! I just happen to be -" he stopped mid-sentence unsure of what to say. "Uptight?" offered Mr. Smith grinning behind his white mustache. "No! Never mind. Anyway what do you mean by saying it is up to me if I'm in the right room or not. This is where your class happens right?" said the young man whose Scottish accent is getting thicker the more he got irritated with Mr. Smith. "Yes, use your common sense boy! It's free! And besides didn't you and Henry fight because of your choice of course? So I'm just assuming that he might've won you over." Explained Smith in tones of wonder as he approached Oliver. "I made a compromise." Oliver said triumphantly. "Which is?" prompted Smith.

"I'll take the course of my liking at the same time practice with him for football." Said Oliver proudly until he heard the older man make a tutting sound. "Wrong, wrong, wrong. Henry will find a way to go around that. If not him, you."

"What do you mean? Make sense for once!"

"I am making sense. I told you to use your head. There are loop holes in that compromise and besides how can you be sure you'll stick to Film? Young people's mind change." The tone of the older man's voice can only be described as condescending and that made Oliver's blood boil. "My choice about education has nothing to do with you or Dad! I took it because it is my passion and nothing can change my mind! Nothing!" Oliver shouted in fury. To say that he was surprised when he saw Mr. Smith smile at him was an understatement, he was so caught off guard that all he can say was, "Stop grinning like a fucking Cheshire cat Smith!" And the rest is history.

His musings was interrupted when he heard someone sing, "Pop Princess hold my hand… Pop Princess I'm a fan…" Oliver looked everywhere to see who was singing it and his eyes landed on a tall, petite girl with wavy black hair tied into a messy knot. She had on her headphones while she sat on the park bench near Oliver's. She was sitting Indian style and has what looks like to be a tall cup of coffee and what is left of her deli sandwich. Her voice was unbelievable and wonderful that Oliver was transfixed to the spot until she moved. It wasn't a huge dramatic action, just her dancing to the beat of the music she was listening to. It wasn't the over exaggerated dancing that he usually see on his other female classmates back at the university, just someone who's enjoying moving to the music. Her eyes were closed as if wishing to block everything around her except her music. His eyes quickly looked at the camera besides him. 'Smith won't mind if I use this little thing to video something so rare.' Thought Oliver, as he turned on the camcorder and moved to a better place to capture her singing in film. He was standing in front of her a couple of meters away and he was finally able to see her face. She was relaxed and serene that he continued on to film and remained still on the spot. His phone vibrated a couple of times but he ignored it fearing that when he moved or answered the phone the mysterious girl would disappear. She sang another verse of the song she was listening to and as she did that Oliver recognized the song she was listening to. It was one of the songs from the band called the Click Five that was famous over the States. His cousin, Xara listened to them constantly and knew all about them. This particular song was familiar to him because among the other tracks from the CD lent to him by Xara this was the most unforgettable.

Baby girl I think you're radical
But you're a star and I'm fanatical
Can we start something new
Just between me and you

Suddenly she stopped singing and said, "Shit." out loud. Before Oliver could approach her she took off grabbing her knapsack and forgetting her sandwich in her hurry. Oliver who was about to call out to her was left with the girl's cup of latte and left over deli when he approached the bench she occupied. He picked up the empty cup and saw, "Rie-Chan" scribbled hurriedly using a black marker pen. "Er- Reechan? Who names their child Reechan?!" he shook his head in disbelief and went back to his own bench to fetch his own things. That day Oliver went to his own flat wondering if he'll ever to see the mysterious girl again tomorrow.