Oliver POV
On Friday morning I received a letter from Daniel Reed. I was anticipating the letter, but I still didn't expect it.
Oliver, Here are the stats that you asked for. You should know right away that Dakota can't keep up with all of your practices, yes we know. The twins told us. We can't really tell you why she won't be able to handle it, you should ask her yourself. It is her secret. you know. The twins are making sure she doesn't overexert herself, so just leave them alone.
Daniel Reed
P.S The rating scale is out of 10
Seeker Beater Chaser Keeper
Puddlemere 7 10 7 10
Chudley Cannons 7 9 6 10
Montrose Magpies 7 8 5 10
Tutshill Tornadoes 8 9 7 10
Kenmare Kestrels 7 8 6 10
Damn,those are some nice scores. I knew she played quidditch, but I didn't know she was an all round player? And that good at keeping? That's probably better than me... I then looked over at the Weasley twins curiously. "Sooo... Do you guys know why Dakota can't practice as much as everyone else?" I asked.
"Actually, we don't know. She never told us." answered Fred.
"Aren't you a little bit curious though?" I know that I'm very curious.
"Yes, we are, but we're going to wait for her to tell us"
"Yeah, it's got to be serious if her brothers are telling her to take it easy" added George. "She hasn't been listening though."
"So early in the morning we sneak down here before she comes down and make her go back to sleep in our room." She's been sleeping in their room?
"It's sorta funny, because she thinks that she can sneak away after we fall asleep again."
"So I started to sleep with my arms around her." Fred? Why him?
I didn't realize that I was glaring until George spoke. "You don't have to glare at us you know. We didn't do anything inappropriate to her."
"Oh, sorry guys. Who knew that I was the jealous type?" I mean yes, I've been with other girls. I just didn't really care all that much. My mind was always on Dakota,even then.
"And there she is!" exclaimed Fred.
"The lovely Miss Reed!" added George. And they started clapping like they were announcing some famous person.
She didn't look all too happy. "Guys I love you, BUT DON'T YOU EVER KIDNAP ME EVER AGAIN." See, sooo not happy.
"Hey! You could have left."
"Not as easy as you think. Freddie you're too cuddly." Don't get jealous.
"I know, it's hard for any woman to resist."
She then threw a bagel at his head. "Shut up!" George was just sitting there laughing at Fred. Okay, I was laughing too. It was pretty funny.
Something seemed to catch her eyes. She looked at the paper that I had on the table with her eyes narrowed. "That looks like Dannys- Wait, where did you get that?" And she snatched it away.
"You see Dakota, we, as in the team, need a new chaser. Fred and I told him about you and he didn't believe us, so we wrote to Danny." started George.
"Where he then gave him your stats." finished Fred
"Pft. None of this is true." She turned back to me and said "I'm sorry Wood, you're going to have to keep lookin"
Now I'm not quite sure but either the twins somehow convinced her brother to go with a prank or she's lying.
"Really?..." Fred then pulled a large duffel bag up from under the table. Normally I don't ask. "I beg to differ."
"What's in the bag Fred?" She looked so serious right now. It was as if she was just daring them to open it.
"Good thing you asked." He reached in and took out a stack of pictures. "Here's her catching the snitch while standing on her broom, one with her 'accidentally' hitting Tristan over the head with her beaters bat,"
"Ohhh and this one, one of our favorites. She launched herself off her broom and did a full sideways twist, kicking the quaffle into the opposite goal across the pitch." That has to be impossible...
"Those are all photoshopped!" she denied it.
We all were confused. "Photo what?"
"Oh, nevermind." The twins were emptying the rest of the bag onto the table.
"Let's see, keeper gloves, a snitch, one of your old broken bats and that bat. How cute it even says KOTA LOCA"
"Shin guards.."
By now she was repeatedly banging her head against the table, so I assume that she lied to me. "Wait a minute, when were you in my room!?" she yelled accusing them.
"Not after you left on the first, that's for sure." said George.
"Who let you in?" she asked.
"Derrick" They both said.
"He didn't question why you were there?" She was starting to cool down a bit, but was still a bit mad.
"Nope" again together. "Love how you decorated your room though." added George with a wink.
"Why?What did you do?!" I have to direct her attention away from them before she hurts them. I mean they DO still have to play quidditch.
"So, Dakota, would you like to be the new chaser?" I asked her.
"I'd LOVE to. If only I didn't dislike you or dislike chasing, or dislike you." she named them off her fingers with a thoughtful look. Like she was really thinking about it.
"You said me twice. Can we please be civil towards each other?" I asked with my eyes pleading.
"That's strange..." she said.
"What is?" I was confused..
"That you're being nice to me. I thought that you hated me?" I think that it is safe to say that this topic is becoming dangerous.
"I did for the wrong reasons. Will you forgive me? Can we just be friends? At least for the sake of quidditch."
"Fine, if I come off as rude tell me huh. It's hard to go from hate to friendship." she said. She then scooped all of her things placing them back in the bag and walked off. "Oh, Fred, George? I'll take care of you later." she called over her shoulder.
Yes! She doesn't hate me anymore. Sort of, but you do have to start somewhere.
