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AN: Guys, I'm really sorry for the hold up. For the past few days, Fanfiction wouldn't let me update. Really sorry. But, this story will be continued!
The Keeper
"Ollie, honey, what held you up?" whined Carly, while latching onto Oliver's arm.
"Sorry, I had to take my cousin to her party, or whatever," Oliver replied, bored. He really had no clue why he was still dating Carly.
"But, couldn't she take herself? I really can't spend that much time away from you!"
"What, you can' wait two minutes?"
"It was more like three."
"Oh. Wow. Big difference."
"I knew you'd understand! Carly beamed. Oliver groaned inwardly. Carly wasn't the brightest bulb in the pack. She was actually the epitome of a dumb blonde, while being brunette (AN: No offense to brunettes, I'm one myself). She had never really got what sarcasm was, no matter how hard Oliver tried to explain.
"Well, she had a lot of bags, and I was volunteered to help carry them."
"She has that many clothes? I like her already."
Oliver looked very uncomfortable. "Well… the bag was really filled with llama eating oysters made of cheese."
Carly's face almost immediately switched from pride to disgust. Why almost immediately? Because, it took her twenty seconds to process what he had just said.
"You should disinherit her."
"Huh?"
"Disinherit her."
Oliver was shocked that Carly knew such a big word. But….
"She wouldn't inherit my money though…"
"No! Disinherit means to get rid of her!"
"You mean dispose of her?"
"Yeah. You should stop talking and stuff with her."
"But, she's my cousin."
"So? Eloise is my little sister, and I don't socialize with her. I mean, her nose is off center, and she has horrible acne!"
"That's mean. Aren't you supposed to be supportive of your siblings?"
"No way. Little sisters are meant for working for you. I mean; that's all the little brats can do."
"Okay…"
Oliver spotted the restaurant they were walking to. The pair had apparated to a near by alley. Oliver led Carly into the restaurant. It was a beautiful place, very uptown and fancy. And expensive. Carly only ate at extremely expensive restaurants. Oliver was sick of that part of dating Carly. He could only thank god that his friend, Percy Weasley, was the junior minister (a job that paid a very nice salary, if you know what I mean). Percy could always lend him money. But usually Oliver could pay for it. He was, after all, a treasured keeper on Puddlemere United.
That was why, as Percy had told him many times, Carly was dating him. But, then again, Percy liked to joke about Oliver being very ugly. Which was untrue, according to Percy's girlfriend, Penelope Clearwater.
"Do you have a reservation?" the hostess asked with a smile. That was the first smile Oliver had seen that night. Well, the first nice smile, that is.
"Yes, under Wood, I think."
The hostess flipped through a list, and smiled. "Yes. Wood for two, out on the terrace."
Carly squealed very loudly in Oliver's ear. "Isn't that romantic?"
"Uh, sure."
The two were soon outside, seated, and flipping through the menu. Oliver quickly settled for the steak. He never had been very picky. And ennie-meenie-minnie-mo can be very useful at points. Carly however, had a facial expression that was growing more excused by the second.
"Ollie, honey, can I ask you something?"
"Sure," Oliver replied, but winced at the nickname. He really disliked being called 'honey' or 'baby' or 'cupcake'. Although, Percy did joke that he wouldn't mind it if someone else called him that (cough-Katie-cough). Oliver really wasn't sure about that.
Well, anyway, Carly had tried to convince Oliver to call her 'love' and some other less appropriate nicknames. But Oliver stood strong. He would on no circumstances use nicknames. Ever.
"What's rare mean?"
"What?" Oliver asked, merely out of shock.
"The menu says 'Veal cutlet, cooked medium-rare'."
Oliver groaned, and buried his head in his hands.
"And what about cutlet?"
That's just bloody brilliant. Oliver was stuck with the idiotic girlfriend. Of course. That was just great. Why did Oliver even go out with her in the first place?
Oh, yeah, that's right. A stupid bet.
He and Percy had been in Diagon Alley, lounging around, and relaxing. They were eating ice cream at Florean Fortesceques's place, which had been reinstated after the final war. Percy was mocking Oliver, and the fact that he couldn't get the one girl he'd his eye on for five years straight. Oliver had then said that he could get any girl he wanted. Percy, of course, just had to set up a bet after that.
Oliver had to pick one girl, and date her successfully for a month. If he didn't, he had to do what Percy said for three days, which Oliver knew would undoubtedly mean he'd have to declare to everyone his old crush. On the other hand, if Oliver won, Percy would have to run around Diagon Alley, in only his pink monkey print boxers.
The person Oliver picked was Carly. She had been across the Alley, reading a book quietly. Oliver had taken her for the quiet smart type that he could easily talk to. She was also hot. Not pretty, not cute, and definitely not beautiful. That was a huge mistake, probably the largest he had ever made.
That bet, though, had been set up three months ago. Percy had already taken up on his side of the dare, which was a riot. Unfortunately, it caused Carly to permanently snub off Percy. Oliver knew he could leave Carly very easily, but for some reason, he didn't.
Percy had once been talking alone to Penelope, who was asking about why Oliver was still with Carly. Percy had only said that Oliver was staying with her, because she took his mind off other things. Oliver had over heard this, and knew it was right. He was always very stressed, for some reason or another, but Carly took it off his mind. But, he didn't really know what she took his mind off of.
"What are scallops?" Carly asked suddenly.
"Sea food."
"Eurgh. That'll ruin my figure."
"Sea food's healthy, Carly."
"Yeah right. It's so fatty and everything! Even if it's sweet and all."
Oliver looked at her blankly. "Do you mean sugar?"
"Oh! That's it! My bad."
Oliver looked back to the moon. It was a beautiful crescent.
Carly could be such an idiot. She was, a dumb blonde, hold the blonde. Oliver realized, the phrase should be dumb brunette. Then, he remembered Hermione Granger. She was a child prodigy, pretty much. A pure genius, the Gryffindors would say. And she was brunette. Oliver had always thought it was blonde, really. But, his old Quidditch team chasers came down hard on him calling Hermione blonde. They had many times clearly explained that her hair was in fact a very light brown. But, Oliver still couldn't really tell the difference.
So, the term dumb brunette doesn't really fit, with Hermione existing. Then again, Carly was stupid enough to make for every existing brunette, even if they all had at least the intelligence of Merlin. And that's an understatement. Dumb blonde. That term had always bothered Oliver. Sure, some blondes could be very stupid, but not all. If he ever wanted an example, Katie Bell was the first to pop into mind. She was brilliant. She may not have gotten top grades, but she still got only Es and Os in Hogwarts, as Angelina and Leanne had informed him countless times.
Oliver had never really liked blonde on girls, but that had totally changed in his seventh year. That was when he first really started noticing Katie (what? She had been too young before). Her hair wasn't that platinum blonde, which nearly blinded Oliver. Instead, it was a subtle and beautiful honey blonde. It entranced him, it really did.
Soft footsteps broke Oliver out of his reverie.
"Oliver Wood?" a familiar voice asked. Oliver turned, and saw Lee Jordan, who was the Quidditch announcer from his third year till graduation.
"Yeah, it's me." Oliver took that moment to look at Lee. He had light brown skin, and hazel eyes. He looked like caramel. He had apparently kept the dreadlocks, but they looked nicely kept, and were pulled back into a ponytail. He was also wearing a waiter's uniform.
"You work here? I thought you owned that radio show…"
"Oh, yeah, I do."
"So, why are you here, in a waiter's outfit?"
"Well, it's my sister's place, and it's just opening up, so I decided to help out."
Oliver raised an eyebrow. "Without pay?"
"Yep."
That was sweet. But Oliver would never say that aloud. "You seem like an awesome brother, Jordan."
"Thanks. And here's your bread."
Lee placed a basket of soft rolls in the middle of the table, and turned back to the kitchens. Suddenly, a thought came to Oliver's mind. If a wizard (or witch) owns a restaurant (in a muggle area), would they hire house elves to cook the food?
Oliver shrugged, and dug into the rolls. He loved bread. Grains were his favorite food group. Carly, on the other hand, was looking at the rolls, a confused look on her face.
"How many calories does this bread have?"
Oliver raised an eyebrow. "Don't know. Maybe 'bout a hundred?"
"Ew! I'd become fat!" she exclaimed, dropping the roll, and brushing the bread dust off her hands.
Oliver rolled his eyes. More for him. Carly glared at him, opening her mouth to speak.
But before she could, a letter dropped onto the butter dish next to Carly's plate. Oliver looked up, and saw a midnight black bird flying away. Oliver thanked god for the interruption.
Oliver reached over for the letter. With a shock, he realized it was addressed to him, in a curly script. Oliver looked it over. He was hoping it wasn't hate mail. Being a popular Quidditch player, he got fan mail, along with hate mail. The worst of his hate mail included a large crate containing a kappa. But, he noticed it held the ministry's purple seal, and so, deemed it safe to rip open.
Please come to Sheppard's Fields ate nine o'clock tomorrow morning. It would be greatly appreciated.
"I forbid you to go," Carly demanded, after taking five minutes to read the letter.
"Why would that be?"
"The people who did this are probably some jealous girls who want to steal you away from me!"
Oliver rolled his eyes. Yeah, like that'd ever happen. But, he wished it would. Even one of his more obsessive fans, Romilda Vane, would be better than the torture that was Carly.
"Still going."
AN: You like it? Yes? No? Maybe so? Please review! And send me ideas. I already know what's going to happen in the next chapter. So, virtual dates with all the hot guys in the books for who guesses it correctly. (I.E. RON! Seamus, Fred, George, Dean, Neville [have you seen the guy who plays Neville outside of the movie? OMFG!, Lee…. And any other hot guys you want to date).
