Oliver lay on his bed, looking up at the canvas as his brain whirled. He couldn't believe it had finally happened. One of the agents from Puddlemere United had seen him play and how owled him. They wanted him to join the reserve team. He was in shock, it was like his dreams had come true. All he needed to do was finish his final year, and then he could spend every waking minute thinking, talking and playing Quidditch.
He shot a glance at the complimentary jersey that they had sent and had to do a double-take. The hanger where the uniform had been was now empty. He sat up as panic pooled in his stomach.
"Perce?" He asked quietly as he walked towards the now empty hanger.
"Mmm?" the redhead murmured from one of his letters.
"Has anyone been in here while I was gone?" Percy looked up from his pile of parchment and shook his head.
"No. Only you, me and Peters." He replied as he nodded towards the bathroom. Wood propelled himself forward and pulled open the door of the bathroom.
"Nick? Have you seen my jersey?" He called in without looking.
"Wouldn't catch me dead with that thing, mate. It's a Puddlemud jersey!" He could hear the disgust in the other Gryffindors voice as he rolled his eye. He turned back into the room and began to pace. He bit his thumbnail as he tried to retrace his steps.
"Whats happened?" Percy asked as he too stood.
"My Jersey, it's gone. I swear it was there when we came in, but now it's gone."
"It can't have disappeared, We'd have noticed it, we were here," Percy argued.
"Then where is it, Perce?" Oliver shouted as he pulled his hair. His eyes returned back to the space where the jersey had been and frowned.
"What's that?" Percy asked as he stepped up behind Oliver to look.
"It's a copy of Fantastic Beasts. Mine's in my trunk is this yours?" He asked, turning around to the redhead.
Percy shook his head with a frown. "Mine's still in my trunk too."
Oliver shook his head and shrugged as he threw it on one of the other beds, "Maybe it's one of the others."
"I'll report your missing jersey to Mcgonagall, being Head boy and all. The last thing we need is a thief." He said as he puffed up his chest slightly. Oliver smiled and nodded but inwardly rolled his eyes. If he had to head about that bloody pin and position, he would aim a bludger right at his head in the next game.
"Thanks, Perce." He said as he sat back on his bed, his eyes now fixed on the bare space where the jersey had been.