Chapter four!
4. First
A tall second year with brown eyes stood next to his captain waiting for the match to begin.
The redhead smiled at him: "Don't worry Wood, just block like you did during practises and you'll be fine.
Just be careful that you don't hover to much to the right and keep your eye on the quaffle."
Oliver kicked off on the sound of madam Hoochs' whistle and took his position by the hoops.
Flint took charge at his left hoop.
Oliver kept his eye on the quaffle but not on the black bludger coming from behind.
Then all went black.
A/n: Please R&R, even if you didn't like it, there is always room for improvement.
Does anyone has a suggestion about the prompt word: weeks? I'm kind of stuck at that one, even though I still have time before I need to post it.