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"Oliver?" Katie Bell asked the handsome 7th year.
"Yea." Replied Oliver Wood who was currently engrossed in '1001 Ways to Improve Your Quidditch Skills'.
"Why do you love quidditch so much? I know its more than just a game but."
"Katie, sit down." Oliver pointed to a plush maroon chair across from him. "When I'm out there on my broom, I can't hear anything besides my heart. I feel as if I'm at home. I just belong out there. It all started when I was 4, my dad gave me the 'Baby Lightning' for my birthday. Nobody in my family thought I'd go this far in quidditch because I barely could sit up straight on the broom." Oliver chuckled lightly at the thought. "Since we are in the Dark Lord Ages and we can't go outside alone, I make extra practices so I can fly. I know I'm rough on you guys, but I just want to win the house cup this year since it's my last."
"And I'll make sure we win, along with the rest of the team. We have the best team that the school has seen for years. With you as the keeper, Harry as the seeker, Fred and George as the beaters, me, Angelina, and Alicia as the chasers, we're unbeatable. We could probably be good enough for the pros." Katie dragged on.
"Keep dreaming Katie, keep dreaming. You know that we're no where close to the professional leagues. If you want to be a professional quidditch player Katie, you have to learn to practice all day long. Now go tell the guys that we have a quidditch practice tomorrow at 5am."
"But-"
"No buts, hurry along now."
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I just wrote that at random, nothing special to it. Its quite stupid too. Please review. Constructive criticism is okay. Flames are not. No flames please!
Dorkso
"Oliver?" Katie Bell asked the handsome 7th year.
"Yea." Replied Oliver Wood who was currently engrossed in '1001 Ways to Improve Your Quidditch Skills'.
"Why do you love quidditch so much? I know its more than just a game but."
"Katie, sit down." Oliver pointed to a plush maroon chair across from him. "When I'm out there on my broom, I can't hear anything besides my heart. I feel as if I'm at home. I just belong out there. It all started when I was 4, my dad gave me the 'Baby Lightning' for my birthday. Nobody in my family thought I'd go this far in quidditch because I barely could sit up straight on the broom." Oliver chuckled lightly at the thought. "Since we are in the Dark Lord Ages and we can't go outside alone, I make extra practices so I can fly. I know I'm rough on you guys, but I just want to win the house cup this year since it's my last."
"And I'll make sure we win, along with the rest of the team. We have the best team that the school has seen for years. With you as the keeper, Harry as the seeker, Fred and George as the beaters, me, Angelina, and Alicia as the chasers, we're unbeatable. We could probably be good enough for the pros." Katie dragged on.
"Keep dreaming Katie, keep dreaming. You know that we're no where close to the professional leagues. If you want to be a professional quidditch player Katie, you have to learn to practice all day long. Now go tell the guys that we have a quidditch practice tomorrow at 5am."
"But-"
"No buts, hurry along now."
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I just wrote that at random, nothing special to it. Its quite stupid too. Please review. Constructive criticism is okay. Flames are not. No flames please!
Dorkso