The Problem with Wood

Summary: It turns out Holly can fly just as will as Harry. Wood seems to forget that Holly isn't a Gryffindor.

"Where's Wood?" Angelina Johnson asked.

It wasn't every day that Wood would be late for Quidditch practice.

"I think he mention something early," Fred said.

"About a new team member," George said.

"We've got a new team member," another player said. "Harry just joined."

Harry Potter did just join the first-year, standing with the team looking around awkwardly.

"Let me go."

The team turned their attention to the new voice that was heading towards them.

"But you have to play," Wood said.

"I'm not even in your house."

"It doesn't matter. I'm sure we can let the rules bypass. Merlin, you could play for both teams."

"Hey, Harry," George said.

"Isn't that your friend?" Fred asked.

It was indeed Holly Dane not at all pleased judging by her face that had turned an awful shade of red.

"But I don't want to play," Holly said.

Wood gasped and looked ready to faint as if he was just punch in the jaw.

"But it's Quidditch."

"I don't even give a damn if it was a muggle football. I am not playing."

"But Quidditch," Wood said. As if it was the only word his mind currently knew.

Holly had a broom in her hand that Wood had given her before he snatched her of the ground and dragged her over here. She used the end of the broom and wrack him over the head with it. (Lucky it wasn't the stick part.)

"Ow," Wood said.

"The only person that does the kidnapping around here is me," Holly said wracking him again. "Don't you ever touch a woman like that again."

"Ow," Wood said again as he tried to protect his head with his hands.

"I don't give a damn if I am a good flyer. If I don't want to play then I don't want to play."

Wrack.

"Ow."

"I'm not even in your house."

Wrack.

"Ow."

"So, take a hint or next time I'll break that jaw of yours with my fist."

Wood ended up on the ground groaning in pain and the broom was tossed to the side.

Holly turned her nose in the air and stormed of leaving a crying wood in his place.

"What just happened?" Angelina asked, clearly as lost as everyone else.

"Holly actually a good flyer," Harry said. "He might've tried to get her on the team."

"But she not even in our house," one player said.

"Oh, I know," Harry said. "I don't think Wood did."

"If he, did. It didn't matter," Fred said as the twins walked up to their fallen teammate.

"It's alright," George said.

"We take you too Poppy and she fix you up in no time."

Wood stood up as if the bruises on his head didn't matter.

"What? No, that's not the problem. The problem is you lot just let her walked away."

"Nice to see she didn't cause too much of a problem the way she knocked your head around," Angelina said.

"I've got to get her back with Harry on our team and Holly we would win every game."

Wood dashed of leaving the team behind.

"I'll go tell Poppy to get ready for a patient that might either have a bruised eye or a broken jaw," Harry said.

"What for?" Angelina asked.

Three…

Two…

One…

"Ow, my eye," Wood was heard.

"That's why," Harry said casually as he made his way up to the.

Soon afterwards, Poppy found herself looking after Wood who had a bruised eye. It, was safe to say that he finally learnt his lesson that Holly Dane did not want to play Quidditch.