Chapter 4
"You are the worst captain ever!" I screamed in the pouring rain after our 3 hour practice. The rest of the team was standing behind me with their mouths wide open. "Listen, Johnson, our first match against Slytherin is in one week!" Wood screamed back to me. "Yeah, one damn week; we have time, Wood. Preferably when it's not 20 degrees pouring rain! I- I hate you, Wood! I absolutely hate you!" I screamed back tears falling down my cheeks, inches away from his face. He glared. "Listen," he said menacingly, "I am just doing what is best for the team." I rolled my eyes, "Best for the team? Wood, all you care about is yourself!" I turned back to the team, "You guys leave. You did great, now go." They looked at Wood and he nodded, "Yeah, go."
After they left, we turned out attention back to each other. "Listen, Johnson, I care about the damn team. I just want to win." "Quidditch isn't all about winning, Wood. It's about playing a game that we all love." He ran his hand through his hair, "You don't understand." I looked at him raising a brow, "I don't understand? Wood, I want to win just as badly as you do. I understand that you want us to be the best that we can possibly be. But, you're not just giving us a hard practice, Wood. This is like, hard labor! You want to know the reason why I can actually deal with your mental practices?"
He furrowed his brow and then shook his head, "How?" "Because, Wood, I have three older brothers. No one else does. Fred and George can deal with it, but not the rest of the team. You're torturing us. I know that you have the good of the team at heart, but you're over doing it. Please, Wood, you need to stop this. You're becoming insane." I brushed my wet bangs from in front of my face. He looked at the ground, "Addie, I want to be a great captain. I want to reach the standards of your brother- I want to reach the standards of Mika. My dad would always go on about how great of a captain Mika was… I want to make my dad proud of me." He looked at me with a sadness I never saw in his eyes before.
I felt tears stinging my eyes. Thank god it was raining. I never felt so bad for Wood before, "Your dad is proud of you. You may not be Mika Johnson, but, you are Oliver Wood. There's a difference. You're so dedicated and loyal to the sport. That's why you're a great captain… just not when we're in the freezing cold. But that's beside the point. There's no reason why your dad wouldn't be proud of you. You're- Merlin, you're good, Wood. You're the best Keeper at this school and that's coming from me, the girl who's dating the Ravenclaw Keeper."
Wood shook his head and looked at me, "Thanks, Johnson." I managed a smile, "You're welcome, Wood. Now, come here." I grabbed his arm and led him to the locker rooms. I pointed to the boys' locker room, "Go, now. I am not letting you wait here in the pouring rain by yourself. Grab your clothes or whatever. I am taking you to the common room, personally." He raised his brow, "Why are you doing this?" I sighed, "I don't know. Now go!" He sighed, "Fine." He headed inside to grab his stuff and I waited outside, leaning against my broom. He came out and took my broom from me. "What're you…" "Johnson, I'm just putting your broom away." I nodded.
After he came out again, we started walking to the common room. All of a sudden, I started to sneeze, over and over again. "Oh Merlin," Wood groaned. "I gave you a cold." I shook my head after sneezing again, "No. The rain did." He rolled his eyes and handed me his coat, "Take it." "No, you'll get sick." He shrugged, "I don't get sick. Take it. I'm not going to wear it." I sighed and put it on, "Thanks, Wood." He nodded. And another sneeze came out.
We walked up the stair case in silence. All of a sudden, I tripped on the mud on my shoes and almost fell face first. Thankfully, Oli- I mean Wood reached out and grabbed me. I looked down at my shoes, "Um, thanks…" He nodded, "Erm, yeah, no problem." We walked into the common room in silence. We started up to our dorms when Wood stopped me. "Johnson, thank you so much. Erm, could we not mention it?" he asked scratching the back of his head. I smiled, "No problem. And, I won't; as long as you don't mention that I was exceptionally nice to you." He chuckled, "No problem." I smiled at him and walked up to the dorm and Wood did the same.