Title: Let Go
Author: Epiphany7
Rating: R-suggestive material, sex 'scenes' etc
Summary: An Oliver Wood/Evvie Linton romance. As the story unfolds, the relationship develop and it quickly becomes apparent that the main character Evvie can't get Oliver Wood out of her head.
Disclaimer: The characters of this story belong to J.K. Rowling. No profit is being made from this story. Characters created for this story are mine and should not be used in any other materials or at other websites without my permission.
-=The story takes place in 6th year=- Evvie's heart was going strangley normal, considering what a big thing this was. From what she'd heard, Hogwarts hadn't had a student transfer there in many years. As she stood in the crowd of chattering (some quite tearful) families saying goodbye, she couldn't help but feel like people were staring. Surley she didn't stand out that much? Maybe there was something wrong with her, maybe her clothes wern't right? She got quite annoyed at herself then, for she really wasn't one to over anaylze situations.. live for the moment, right? Suddenly her thoughts were interrupted, as somebody pushed (ran into, to be more specific) into her and the few books she was holding fell to the ground. "Watch it, will you?" came a voice, obviously angry at something. She looked up and saw a guy about her own age, who she would have thought was kind of (really) attractive if he hadn't just embarrased her in front of these strangers. He wasn't looking at her though, and he ran off into the crowd, yelling something about getting someone back. 'What an abolsute jerk!' she thought as she packed up her things and stepped onto the train now boarding at Platform 9 3/4.'They better not all be like that..' "I can't wait 'till we're out of here!" Fred Weasley exclaimed to his friend Oliver Wood, and his twin brother, George Weasley after the uneventful but bumpy ride to the castle, "I don't know whether to be said or happy about that." Wood replied.
"You don't? I think it would be obvious, don't you?" George said.
"Well, I guess when I'm gone, I won't have to put up with your jokes," Wood said, "Because after a while." He phased off. He suddenly lost concentration after seeing. something. Well, specifically, a person. More specifically, a girl. She looked to be about his age, but he couldn't tell. All he could tell was that she had long straight black hair and was getting off the train, talking with Katie Bell. "Who's she?" he asked Fred, nodding towards them. "Hmm... could she be.. Katie?" "Shuttup! I'm not that dumb you know! The girl with her..-" "Oh you mean the one you pushed over today?"-piped in Angelina, who'd come up behind them. "What?! No I didn't!" "Think REAL hard Wood." There was a pause for a couple of minutes while Oliver racked his brain. "Oh. Thought that was you." She gave him a playful slap and kept going, "Yeah she came here from another school overseas. Our age, nice girl, but she doesn't know how to play quidditch! Can you believe it?! Doesn't matter though, Cedric looked more than happy to show her how," she grinned at the look on Woods face. "Better get moving, see you there." and before he could ask another question she'd gone, and he couldn't see where that dark haired girl had gone either. He cursed to himself, feeling stupid for not asking Angelina what her name was.
They all entered the Great Hall, and though he had done this many times before, he was just as astonished this time around. The candles floating in mid-air and the gold plates and goblets that sat on the dining tables in the Great Hall. The bewitched ceiling, reflecting what the sky looks like. And then, you had Dumbledore, the headmaster, over looking it all with his long white beard and hair, half moon spectacles and blue with silver and gold stars and moons robes. Plus the matching hat.
"Please take your seats as we await the first years to arrive with Hagrid." Dumbledore said as he motioned t the seats. George, Fred and Wood all took a seat at the Gryffindor table, marked by the above decorations having a gold lion on a maroon background. They sat semi near the front, leaving room for the new first years soon to be sorted into their house. George and Fred sat next to their brother Ron and his friends Hermione Granger and Harry Potter.
"Ready for another Quidditch season, Potter?" Wood asked.
"Can't wait." Harry said with excitement.
There was a sudden rush of silence as Professor McGonagall led the first years up to the front of the Hall to a stool holding the Sorting Hat.
"May I first off, say 'Welcome' to the new students of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Before we get on with the ceremony, there is an announcement I would like to make before anything else. Please, I would like you all to welcome our first transfer student in many years, Miss Evvie Linton-" he paused "-a transfer student."
Wood smiled and thought, 'Well, I finally know her name.'
Dumbledore continued, "She has comr here for her sixth year. I trust that she be welcomed with the spirit you all have."
There was a round of applause and a throat clearing by McGonagall, meaning the Sorting Ceremony needs to begin.
After another original poem by the Sorting Hat, Professor McGonagall began reading off the names of students to be sorted.
Evvie felt nervous, and when her name was called she walked up to the hat her hands started shaking.
'Please don't put her in Slytherin.. Please don't put her in Slytherin..' Wood thought.
As the hat pondered silently, Wood tried to send the Sorting Hat messages telepathically. Gryffindor! Put her in Gryffindor you stupid hat!
The Hat mused, "Hmm. Tough decision. Where to put someone quite like you? You have the loyalty of a Hufflepuff, and the ambition of a Slytherin. Not quite bright enough for Ravenclaw are we?"
There was a slight chuckle through the Hall as Evvie glared at the Hat, with fake offense.
"But you also have the bravery of a Gryffindor. Tough indeed. Three houses you would work quite well. The decision is the hardest. We want to harness your greatness. Hmm. Maybe, we should go, GRYFFINDOR!"
A loud cheer erupted from the Gryffindor table as they all stood up and cheered their newest member. Evvie walked over, looking very happy, and sat down next to Wood, who she hadn't recognised just yet.
After "Zelps, Jeffrey!" ("HUFFLEPUFF!") had been called, the plates in front of them magically filled with food. Not just normal food, but fancy, cuisine-type food. Everyone seemed positively ravenous because everyone dug into their food immediately. Trying to eat and talk all at once became a very messy process.
"Hey! You're the girl Wood ran into!" George said, his mouth full of food.
"That would be me." Evvie said with a slight laugh.
"I'm Fred." Fred explained, "And this is my brother George. We're twins."
"I couldn't tell." Evvie said sarcastically.
"This is our brother Ron. He's a third year." Ron waved, too preoccupied with his food for conversation. "And these are his friends Hermione."
"Hello." Hermione said politely. Evvie said "Hi" back.
". And Harry Potter." George continued.
Harry looked particularly annoyed with this comment. George hadn't said Hermione's last name, but Evvie knew why.
"You liking school so far?" Evvie said, trying not to dwell on his stardom.
"It's very nice. Thank you." Harry said. He seemed a little relieved that Evvie hadn't freaked out about him being so famous.
Evvie ignored Oliver throughout dinner, she figured he'd deserve the cold sholder for a little while. But everytime she glanced at him she felt butterflys in her stomach, and when he gave a little smile she decided to introduce herself.
Author: Epiphany7
Rating: R-suggestive material, sex 'scenes' etc
Summary: An Oliver Wood/Evvie Linton romance. As the story unfolds, the relationship develop and it quickly becomes apparent that the main character Evvie can't get Oliver Wood out of her head.
Disclaimer: The characters of this story belong to J.K. Rowling. No profit is being made from this story. Characters created for this story are mine and should not be used in any other materials or at other websites without my permission.
-=The story takes place in 6th year=- Evvie's heart was going strangley normal, considering what a big thing this was. From what she'd heard, Hogwarts hadn't had a student transfer there in many years. As she stood in the crowd of chattering (some quite tearful) families saying goodbye, she couldn't help but feel like people were staring. Surley she didn't stand out that much? Maybe there was something wrong with her, maybe her clothes wern't right? She got quite annoyed at herself then, for she really wasn't one to over anaylze situations.. live for the moment, right? Suddenly her thoughts were interrupted, as somebody pushed (ran into, to be more specific) into her and the few books she was holding fell to the ground. "Watch it, will you?" came a voice, obviously angry at something. She looked up and saw a guy about her own age, who she would have thought was kind of (really) attractive if he hadn't just embarrased her in front of these strangers. He wasn't looking at her though, and he ran off into the crowd, yelling something about getting someone back. 'What an abolsute jerk!' she thought as she packed up her things and stepped onto the train now boarding at Platform 9 3/4.'They better not all be like that..' "I can't wait 'till we're out of here!" Fred Weasley exclaimed to his friend Oliver Wood, and his twin brother, George Weasley after the uneventful but bumpy ride to the castle, "I don't know whether to be said or happy about that." Wood replied.
"You don't? I think it would be obvious, don't you?" George said.
"Well, I guess when I'm gone, I won't have to put up with your jokes," Wood said, "Because after a while." He phased off. He suddenly lost concentration after seeing. something. Well, specifically, a person. More specifically, a girl. She looked to be about his age, but he couldn't tell. All he could tell was that she had long straight black hair and was getting off the train, talking with Katie Bell. "Who's she?" he asked Fred, nodding towards them. "Hmm... could she be.. Katie?" "Shuttup! I'm not that dumb you know! The girl with her..-" "Oh you mean the one you pushed over today?"-piped in Angelina, who'd come up behind them. "What?! No I didn't!" "Think REAL hard Wood." There was a pause for a couple of minutes while Oliver racked his brain. "Oh. Thought that was you." She gave him a playful slap and kept going, "Yeah she came here from another school overseas. Our age, nice girl, but she doesn't know how to play quidditch! Can you believe it?! Doesn't matter though, Cedric looked more than happy to show her how," she grinned at the look on Woods face. "Better get moving, see you there." and before he could ask another question she'd gone, and he couldn't see where that dark haired girl had gone either. He cursed to himself, feeling stupid for not asking Angelina what her name was.
They all entered the Great Hall, and though he had done this many times before, he was just as astonished this time around. The candles floating in mid-air and the gold plates and goblets that sat on the dining tables in the Great Hall. The bewitched ceiling, reflecting what the sky looks like. And then, you had Dumbledore, the headmaster, over looking it all with his long white beard and hair, half moon spectacles and blue with silver and gold stars and moons robes. Plus the matching hat.
"Please take your seats as we await the first years to arrive with Hagrid." Dumbledore said as he motioned t the seats. George, Fred and Wood all took a seat at the Gryffindor table, marked by the above decorations having a gold lion on a maroon background. They sat semi near the front, leaving room for the new first years soon to be sorted into their house. George and Fred sat next to their brother Ron and his friends Hermione Granger and Harry Potter.
"Ready for another Quidditch season, Potter?" Wood asked.
"Can't wait." Harry said with excitement.
There was a sudden rush of silence as Professor McGonagall led the first years up to the front of the Hall to a stool holding the Sorting Hat.
"May I first off, say 'Welcome' to the new students of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Before we get on with the ceremony, there is an announcement I would like to make before anything else. Please, I would like you all to welcome our first transfer student in many years, Miss Evvie Linton-" he paused "-a transfer student."
Wood smiled and thought, 'Well, I finally know her name.'
Dumbledore continued, "She has comr here for her sixth year. I trust that she be welcomed with the spirit you all have."
There was a round of applause and a throat clearing by McGonagall, meaning the Sorting Ceremony needs to begin.
After another original poem by the Sorting Hat, Professor McGonagall began reading off the names of students to be sorted.
Evvie felt nervous, and when her name was called she walked up to the hat her hands started shaking.
'Please don't put her in Slytherin.. Please don't put her in Slytherin..' Wood thought.
As the hat pondered silently, Wood tried to send the Sorting Hat messages telepathically. Gryffindor! Put her in Gryffindor you stupid hat!
The Hat mused, "Hmm. Tough decision. Where to put someone quite like you? You have the loyalty of a Hufflepuff, and the ambition of a Slytherin. Not quite bright enough for Ravenclaw are we?"
There was a slight chuckle through the Hall as Evvie glared at the Hat, with fake offense.
"But you also have the bravery of a Gryffindor. Tough indeed. Three houses you would work quite well. The decision is the hardest. We want to harness your greatness. Hmm. Maybe, we should go, GRYFFINDOR!"
A loud cheer erupted from the Gryffindor table as they all stood up and cheered their newest member. Evvie walked over, looking very happy, and sat down next to Wood, who she hadn't recognised just yet.
After "Zelps, Jeffrey!" ("HUFFLEPUFF!") had been called, the plates in front of them magically filled with food. Not just normal food, but fancy, cuisine-type food. Everyone seemed positively ravenous because everyone dug into their food immediately. Trying to eat and talk all at once became a very messy process.
"Hey! You're the girl Wood ran into!" George said, his mouth full of food.
"That would be me." Evvie said with a slight laugh.
"I'm Fred." Fred explained, "And this is my brother George. We're twins."
"I couldn't tell." Evvie said sarcastically.
"This is our brother Ron. He's a third year." Ron waved, too preoccupied with his food for conversation. "And these are his friends Hermione."
"Hello." Hermione said politely. Evvie said "Hi" back.
". And Harry Potter." George continued.
Harry looked particularly annoyed with this comment. George hadn't said Hermione's last name, but Evvie knew why.
"You liking school so far?" Evvie said, trying not to dwell on his stardom.
"It's very nice. Thank you." Harry said. He seemed a little relieved that Evvie hadn't freaked out about him being so famous.
Evvie ignored Oliver throughout dinner, she figured he'd deserve the cold sholder for a little while. But everytime she glanced at him she felt butterflys in her stomach, and when he gave a little smile she decided to introduce herself.
