Well along with the Marauders, this is the second most voted for option on the poll so I hope you think I did it well. I'm quite excited as these three are my FAVOURITE characters. And not "three out of my 25 favourites", they're actually my top three favourite characters. Sorry, rambling again!

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Oliver Wood, Fred and George Weasley 7th/5th Year (Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban)
The sun was shining in the afternoon, not too bright so the glare would distract you from your game but shining enough so you wouldn't be freezing on your broom. The ground was hard as there hadn't been any rain lately, a good kick off, Olivier Wood thought to himself as he surveyed the pitch.

A few minutes later, the rest of his team was outside with him. Harry Potter, Fred and George Weasley, Angelina Johnson, Katie Bell and Alicia Spinnet were standing there.

"Alright men," he started.

"And women." Angelina rolled her eyes as she corrected him for, want seemed like, the millionth time that year.

"Yes, and women. We've got our match against Slytherin in about a month so we need to have a good practice. Let's start with some warm ups." And with that, seven red blurs flew up onto the pitch.

After a gruelling two and a half hour practice, the team were feeling less than friendly towards their obsessed captain.

"You know what, Oliver?" Fred said to his captain as the three walked back to the Gryffindor common room.

"What?"

"You're a bit too obsessed with Quidditch, mate." George told him.

"What? I'm not too obsessed with Quidditch." Olivier spluttered in indignation.

"Yeah, you are." Fred shrugged. "You practically live and breathe the sport."

"You'd probably marry it if you could." George agreed.

"I would not!"

"Yes you would. Now tell us, dear Olivier, when was the last time you went out on a date?" George asked his captain.

"I don't remember. March. Could have been February. Maybe January?" Olivier said truthfully.

"And when was the last time you turned down a date?" Fred asked.

"August I think." Oliver tried to remember. "One of my mum's friend's daughters."

"And why did you turn her down?" George persisted.

"Because I was working on some new Quidditch tactics. Now I have to tell you, there's this one that-"

"And you tell us, that you're not obsessed." Fred shook his head. "Oliver, Oliver, Oliver, what are we going to do with you? Thoughts, George?"

"I don't know Fred, but we better do something about it before he finds himself old and alone, staring at all the Quidditch trophies of the long lost glory days." George said and the twins looked pityingly at Oliver.

"I'm perfectly fine thanks. I don't need any help." Oliver grumbled and he continued on his way.

"Not likely." George scoffed.

"Yeah, I don't think you could last an hour without talking about Quidditch. Let alone a day!" Fred said.

"Agreed." George nodded.

"I could so!" Oliver said defiantly.

Two identical smirks spread over the twins mouths at this.

"Can you now?" Fred asked, grinning wickedly.

"Care to prove it to us?" George's face matched Fred's.

They knew they'd gotten Oliver Wood good and cornered now. There was no way that their captain wouldn't take a chance to prove himself. And besides, all three of them knew that the twins would just tease him more and more if he didn't take up the challenge.

"You're on." Oliver said.

"Right. So if we win, you have to limit your practices to no more than an hour and half, two hours for the two weeks before the game-"George started.

"-no telling people to 'die trying' when playing in bad weather or with rogue bludgers-"

"-You are not allowed to tell us that we aren't committed enough when we get tired fast-"

"And you most certainly are not allowed to sing various victory songs when we win."

"Only if these rules are totally abandoned when we get to the time before the final." Oliver put in.

"Agreed." The twins said, they wanted to win that almost (well maybe not almost, as Oliver was obsessed) as much as their captain.

"And what if I win?" Oliver asked the two.

They sighed. "Well, in the unlikely event that this happens, we will no longer complain about how much practice we have to do."

"And we will try and make sure the team does the same."

"We won't prank any of our own team mates."

"And we will not 'mess around' by pretending to fall off our brooms-"

"No matter how much fun it is."

"It's a deal." Oliver said.

"That it is. Tomorrow you are not allowed to speak a word about Quidditch. And trust me; we'll know if you do." Fred grinned wickedly.

The three shook hands.

"Now, as I was saying before, there is this new move called the-"Oliver was off again on his Quidditch rampage as they continued on their way back to the common room.

"Can't wait for tomorrow." George said.

"Too bad he's not going to last 5 minutes." Fred pointed out.

The next day

It was breakfast time and at the Gryffindor table Oliver Wood was being extremely quiet. His friends had left him alone; they knew about the bet and didn't want to tempt him into talking about Quidditch.

Unfortunately, the rest of the Quidditch team hadn't been informed. It was either Oliver's bad luck, or the Weasley Twins' doing (he strongly suspected the latter) that Angelina Johnson and Alicia Spinnet joined him at breakfast that day.

"Alright there, Oliver?" Angelina asked as she sat on the bench in front of him.

"Yeah, what about you two?"

"We're pretty good." Alicia said.

"So about Quidditch practice yesterday, we were wondering about using that tactic on Slytherin." Angelina started.

"Because we used a similar one last year and they may expect it." Alicia said.

Oliver didn't say anything, although you could tell he was bursting too (oh this is going to be a long day, he thought miserably). Fred and George Weasley, who had conveniently just entered the hall, almost started laughing as they saw Oliver, his face going red with the effort of keeping his mouth shut.

"My my, you don't look that good, do you Oliver?" Fred said as he and George sat down on either side of him. "I'm thinking that you might want to get whatever is on your mind out."

"Yeah, tell us what's bothering you." George agreed.

Oliver ignored them, although he was cursing them in his head, and concentrated on his cereal. The rest of the group started having a regular conversation. Fred and George suspected that it'd be easier to make him break later on in the day.

"Did you hear about Sirius Black, Ange, that he was sighted not too far from here?" George asked.

"Of course I did. Do you reckon he'll try and break into Hogwarts or something?" Angelina replied.

George's answer was cut short as the post arrived. Owls of all different sizes and colours flew around the hall, depositing letters to their owners. One arrived for Oliver Wood in the form of a newspaper.

"Anything interesting?" Alicia asked him as he scanned the front page.

"I don't think so, just a small bit about Sirius Black not being captured- MERLIN'S PANTS!" Oliver yelled as he turned the page. "PUDDLEMERE'S AT THE TOP OF THE LEAGUE! They won their last game against the Tornadoes-"he then quickly shut up at the evil grins Fred and George gave him.

"Didn't even make it through breakfast." Fred shook his head.

"We're disappointed Oliver, very disappointed." George said.

Oliver gulped. This did not turn out the way he had planned.

Author's note: Poor Oliver, I just want to give him a massive hug. He makes me laugh though (oh gosh I look like such a retard when I'm laughing at his parts in the books; my family thinks I'm a nutcase but there you are). Anyway, I hoped you liked this chapter. I had heaps of fun writing it (but I think that's because I wrote it all in one go and I love the characters).

Remember, if you have any ideas that you want done, don't hesitate to ask. I'll try and fit it in somewhere! Next chapter is Lily Evans and one of her friends! Exciting, isn't it?

Thanks to you all for the support. It makes me really happy so thanks! Hugs to you all. Thanks for your reviews, they mean so much!

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