All the girls were being led by a beautiful female ghost. She looked to be in a sour mood as she led them to the dining room. It was a little awkward Hermione thought. She could've sworn that the ghost was glowering at them.
Oliver was sitting down at the head of the table for the first time. He never thought it was his place to sit before but the show's director had insisted. Oliver sighed running a hand through his hair.
"Oliver." A very soft feminine voice drifted towards him. Oliver looked up to see the resident ghost of the castle. Well the only ghost he knew of so far.
"Hullo Lady Felicia." Oliver smiled.
If it was possible for ghosts to blush this ghost would've. But Oliver took no notice of the female ghost as his eyes were fastened on the opening doors. It might've looked as if he was looking forward to seeing the girls but he really only wanted to see one. But maybe he could have a decent conversation with Alicia about quidditch. A smile made its way to his face subconsciously.
Hermione sighed as the large brass doors swung opened. Sighs resonated off the walls from the girls around her. There sitting at the head of the table was Oliver Wood leaning on the oak table with one hand partially in his hair and giving a smile that dubbed him one of the quidditch world's most handsome men. Hermione just rolled her eyes. For a guy that said that he didn't care for girls flaunting and fighting for him, he sure as hell seemed to know what made girls drool. But then again if she remembered correctly, he had been the same in the years of Hogwarts they had together. She remembered Lavender and Parvati sighing a lot and "accidentally" dropping their quills when he would pass. He would pick up their quills and hand them back to them unless he was mesmerized into a conversation about quidditch or was thinking of strategies. At those times he would step over them and a few times he had actually stepped on them not realizing it at all. That always made her inwardly smile.
Oliver sought for Hermione's eyes but she seemed to be out of it, somewhere far away. But then a small smile graced itself upon her. Oliver watched this enraptured. And many of the people watching all this were feeling awkward as if they were intruding on something private. Luckily most of the girls didn't notice.
Hermione felt cold all the sudden. She shivered at the feeling.
"And commercial." The director yelled. "Girls please sit down anywhere you would like for dinner. We'll start up again soon. Take five. We'll be live after that."
Oliver's eyes widened as the girls raced to the two seats right and left of were shoving and pulling.
"Oh god what have I gotten myself into?" Oliver murmered under his breath before cursing his teammates one more time.