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Disclaimer: I do not own Oliver, or anything else for that matter.
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~*Flying Faerie Wizarding Day Care*~
Name: Oliver Wood
My name is Oliver Robert Wood, and I'm six years old. I got in trouble and was told to sit in the corner and write this. Miss Allison told me to write about the thing I love to do most in the world, and that thing is Quidditch. I think Quidditch is just about the best thing ever invented.
My mommy says I've played Quidditch ever since I learned to walk. I don't remember learning to walk but I remember playing Quidditch for a long time. I don't remember not playing it.
I got a new broomstick for my birthday, a Little Nimbus 60. Its alot faster then the Mini Cleansweep I was riding before. I really like it. Thats why I carry it around with me everywhere. But I don't have it now. Miss Allison took it, because I hit Katie Bell with it. Thats why I have to write this essay. I want my broomstick back. I'm going to go ask for it back.
Miss Allison says I can't have it back now. She says I have to wait until my mom comes to pick me up. I miss my new broomstick.
My older brother is Timothy. He is 9, and he plays Quidditch, too. We're both on teams. My team is called the Dragons. We wear nice green robes with gold trim. Since we're younger, we don't get to play with real Bludgers. I think thats dumb. What does it matter if we get hurt as long as we play (and win) a proper Quidditch match? I can't wait until I'm 9, like Timothy. Then I'll be able to be on a real team like his.
I play Keeper. Thats my favorite position, but I like Seeker, too. Last time I played Seeker it was during a match when Owen, our normal Seeker, was sick. I saw the Snitch and I started going right for it, but Jake, the other team's Seeker, saw it, too. I was almost there when Jake reached over and pushed me off my broom. I made a mad grab in the air, then fell ten feet.
I hit the ground, really hard, and broke my arm. But I caught the Snitch, so the broken arm didn't matter.
Mom says I think about Quidditch too much. I think thats silly. How can you think about Quidditch too much? Its the most important thing I know. Mom says she'd think I'd sell my soul for the Snitch. I told I her it depended on how important the match was.
We went to the World Cup last year. Britain didn't win but France did. I was sad. But I got over it. The World Cup was still lots of fun. I got ice creams and a hat. I still have the hat in my room, somewhere.
I just looked over to where Miss Allison had put my broom, and Katie Bell is TOUCHING it! She should have learned her lesson from when I hit her with it. The first time I hit her cuz she was touching my Little Nimbus 60 AND calling my Ollie. I hate when people call me Ollie.
Thats it. I want my broom back. I don't want Katie touching it. I'm going to ask Miss Allison again.
Disclaimer: I do not own Oliver, or anything else for that matter.
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~*Flying Faerie Wizarding Day Care*~
Name: Oliver Wood
My name is Oliver Robert Wood, and I'm six years old. I got in trouble and was told to sit in the corner and write this. Miss Allison told me to write about the thing I love to do most in the world, and that thing is Quidditch. I think Quidditch is just about the best thing ever invented.
My mommy says I've played Quidditch ever since I learned to walk. I don't remember learning to walk but I remember playing Quidditch for a long time. I don't remember not playing it.
I got a new broomstick for my birthday, a Little Nimbus 60. Its alot faster then the Mini Cleansweep I was riding before. I really like it. Thats why I carry it around with me everywhere. But I don't have it now. Miss Allison took it, because I hit Katie Bell with it. Thats why I have to write this essay. I want my broomstick back. I'm going to go ask for it back.
Miss Allison says I can't have it back now. She says I have to wait until my mom comes to pick me up. I miss my new broomstick.
My older brother is Timothy. He is 9, and he plays Quidditch, too. We're both on teams. My team is called the Dragons. We wear nice green robes with gold trim. Since we're younger, we don't get to play with real Bludgers. I think thats dumb. What does it matter if we get hurt as long as we play (and win) a proper Quidditch match? I can't wait until I'm 9, like Timothy. Then I'll be able to be on a real team like his.
I play Keeper. Thats my favorite position, but I like Seeker, too. Last time I played Seeker it was during a match when Owen, our normal Seeker, was sick. I saw the Snitch and I started going right for it, but Jake, the other team's Seeker, saw it, too. I was almost there when Jake reached over and pushed me off my broom. I made a mad grab in the air, then fell ten feet.
I hit the ground, really hard, and broke my arm. But I caught the Snitch, so the broken arm didn't matter.
Mom says I think about Quidditch too much. I think thats silly. How can you think about Quidditch too much? Its the most important thing I know. Mom says she'd think I'd sell my soul for the Snitch. I told I her it depended on how important the match was.
We went to the World Cup last year. Britain didn't win but France did. I was sad. But I got over it. The World Cup was still lots of fun. I got ice creams and a hat. I still have the hat in my room, somewhere.
I just looked over to where Miss Allison had put my broom, and Katie Bell is TOUCHING it! She should have learned her lesson from when I hit her with it. The first time I hit her cuz she was touching my Little Nimbus 60 AND calling my Ollie. I hate when people call me Ollie.
Thats it. I want my broom back. I don't want Katie touching it. I'm going to ask Miss Allison again.
