Elsa stared hard at the letter in her hands. No matter how many times she tried to convince herself that this was a dream, nothing but some wishful thinking, the parchment in her hands remained very real. The emerald green ink with curling letters presented to Elsa a message that she had dreamt of receiving for years.

To Miss Elsa Marie Hawthorne

Congratulations on being awarded the prestigious position
of Quidditch Captain of Hufflepuff House! I ensure that in
your capable hands, you will be able to lead
Hufflepuff to a place among the Quidditch champions of
many years throughout Hogwarts' school history!

I hope this letter finds you in good health, and
can't wait to see you again for a new school
year, starting September 6th!

Professor Pomona Sprout
Head of Hufflepuff House
Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Elsa's eyes pricked with tears, a joyous smile beaming across her face. Before she had even started Hogwarts, her passion had always been Quidditch. Her father and mother, Ashley and Graham Hawthorne, had introduced her to Quidditch from a young age, and she had instantly been attracted to the sport. Her dream to become a player for the Holyhead Harpies is what carried her throughout life, and her retired Quidditch player parents were more than willing to support her career path.

Elsa had received her first broom at the age of eight, and although there was some fighting between her parents of whether she was ready for one or not, her mother greatly supporting this decision, with her father being reluctant. They would be absolutely ecstatic to hear the news! She pranced into the kitchen, holding the sheaf of paper above her head.

"Mum! Dad!" Her parents perked up their heads, staring at their daughter expectantly. "I'm Captain of the Quidditch team!" Instantly, their faces both beamed into grins of joy, both leaping up to engulf their daughter in a hug.

"Darling! We're so proud of you!" her father yelled, picking her up and twirling her around.

"Yes! Yes! Yeeeeeeeess!" her mother was doing victory laps around the kitchen, greatly disturbing Elsa's owl Athena. It hooted derisively, seeking refuge at the top of the fridge and glaring at the hooligans down below. Elsa's mother paid no attention, as she started to list off how they could celebrate.

"We could- we could go to that restaurant you like, darling, or how about we stay at home and bake a cake? Your favourite- vanilla with buttercream and strawb-" she was cut off by Graham putting his hands on her shoulders firmly, knocking some sense into her.

"Calm down, woman! It's Elsa's achievement, ask her!" Graham and Ashley both turned their attention towards Elsa, faces expectant.

"Oh," Elsa muttered, her cheeks flaming slightly. "I just... please could we have pasta tonight?"

"Is that all, sweetheart?" Her parents were confused at her lack of wanting to celebrate. "Wouldn't you like anything more... I don't know... extravagant?"

Elsa chuckled slightly, shaking her head. "No thanks, mum. And dad. Hufflepuff hasn't won the House Cup in years, so let's go all out when that happens." Her parents laughed at her confidence, shaking their heads and walking off to the garden for some unknown reason, just bickering over who Elsa had inherited her stubborn confidence from. They were proud of her. Elsa knew they were.

She still couldn't wipe the grin off of her face. This was the best unintended birthday gift she could get. She was incredibly young, born on the 30th of August in fact. She was still to turn 15 in a matter of days, and she couldn't wait. Strolling over to the fridge, she pulled on an oven mitten and held out her arm, Athena suspiciously edging closer and eventually hopping onto her protected arms. Elsa grinned, stroking Athena's feathers gently and making her way over to the open window. Athena hooted appreciatively, setting flight in search for some mice she would inevitably kill then drag into Elsa's room. Elsa waited until she was outside the kitchen before exploding into a mess of squeals and kicks. Her dreams had suddenly become true! She'd worked so hard towards this, and finally, her first step to becoming an international Quidditch player has been achieved!

Elsa raced upstairs to her bedroom, taking the steps two at a time as her heart pounded. Bursting into the room, she plopped down at her desk, snatching up some spare parchment and her quill and inkwell. She could barely write with all of her excitement, but somehow she managed to scratch out a message to her best friend.

Harley!
I got the Quidditch Captain spot!
So gonna beat your ass and the rest of Ravenclaw this year!
xx Els

At least, that's what she intended to write. Instead, it was an excited scribble with several ink blots.

Elsa frowned at how childish her note was, and crumpled up her parchment piece, throwing it into the bin across her room. Hey, if you want to practice Quidditch in a Muggle neighbourhood, every little counts. Elsa picked up another piece of parchment, breathing slightly and trying to be less manic in order to write properly.

Dearest Harley
Guess what bitch?
I got the role of Quidditch Captain!
I'm so excited! Argh! Can't wait to see you tomorrow!
-Elsa xx
PS Can't wait to thrash yours and Ravenclaw's arses in the House Cup ;)

At least that was a little better. And legible, this time. Elsa waited for the ink to properly dry as she poked her head out of the window, peering around to look for Athena. She whistled two long notes, and with a flurry of wings, her owl appeared on her windowsill, feathers ruffled slightly in a disgruntled manner. She grabbed her note, rolling it up and tying it with a little ribbon before attaching it to Athena's leg.

"Could you send this to Harley, please? You know, the only person who I ever write to," she requested, using her index finger to stroke the top of Athena's head. The owl's large amber eyes blinked once before it took off, wings spreading wide to deliver Elsa's message.

Elsa grinned, shutting her window, and then snatching up her attached letter with a list of items she would need for her fifth year. Wand, robes, cauldron, textbooks, yada yada yada. She skimmed down, making note of anything new that she needed to buy. She looked over to her desk, mentally noting to buy some more ink and parchment. Oh yeah, and the ballpoint pens and notebooks that Dad finds so much more efficient.

Harley certainly seemed to think so, but they found it more off-putting than exciting.

Elsa grinned, glad to finally meet up with her best friend after the summer. They had just missed each other, both of their families going on holidays. It would be great to celebrate her 15th birthday a day early and get some late school shopping done in Diagon Alley. But then again, tomorrow.

For now, Elsa needed to sleep.

This is chapter one of the Oliver Wood fanfic! He's so underrated, and I just wanted to write for him because of the large lack of appreciation he gets, and because I had an instant crush on him when I watched the Harry Potter movies. Anyway, life is busy because Halloween and all, so don't expect another update for this or my Jack Wilder fanfic (wink wink, titled Queen of Hearts) anytime soon. Toodles! -the author xx