Lol, its sort of sad cause I can't stop writing this fic, but I love it
anyway so, ya know! lol. Thanks for the singular review Juvenus!!!
Special powers? I thought all Witches and Wizards had 'special powers'? lol, I get what ya meant, don't worry. KEEP GOING WITH YOUR MOONLIT BEACH STORY! It makes me feel special. Lol, jk jk. I'm a pathetic little person. Anyway, thanks for reading! And if your story is Mary-Sueish, then I guess the moral for the day is "Mary Sues Sell"? lol
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Oliver woke again when the sun was up and shining through the castle windows. It was obviously Saturday now. He squinted lightly and looked at the tall grandfather clock. It was 11:30am. He sighed, and looked around. Why didn't Jessica wake him when she came in? He shrugged and went upstairs. He showered, brushed his teeth, straightened his hair and got changed into a pair of tan khakis and a black V-neck shirt.
After all that he headed down towards the Great Hall and passed Katie on the stairs.
"Oh, Oliver," she said, "McGonagall wanted to see you when you woke."
Oliver gulped and nodded, thanked her and decided to get something to drink first. He walked along the hallway towards the Great Hall and looked to his right. It was nearly empty except for a few people passing each other. One of them being Jessica. She was standing talking to Marcus Flint, the Slytherin Quidditch captain. Oliver narrowed his eyes somewhat as he saw Jessica laugh at one of his jokes. Marcus then walked off down a separate hallway, and Oliver approached Jessica, who was wearing a pair of baggy tan Cargoes and a tight white spaghetti-strapped bellytop. Strapped across her front and resting on her hip was a blue bookbag, in which she was trying to shove a large text in as he walked up behind her.
"Hey." He said. She jumped slightly and turned, then smiled when she saw it was him.
"Hey." She replied.
"What did McGonagall say to you last night?" he asked, avoiding what was really on his mind; that kiss. Jessica shrugged.
"She just asked if your story was the truth, and told me if I wanted to be on the team I had to audition for her." Jessica replied, "Barely a slap on the wrist."
She continued to attempt to shove the book in until Oliver stepped up, turning the book the other way and put it in her bag without any struggle. She looked up at him and smiled.
"Thanks." She said. He nodded and they started walking down the hall together.
"So, what were you talking to Marcus about?" Oliver asked finally. Jessica shrugged.
"I just dropped a bunch of stuff on the floor and he helped me pick it up, so we got to talking." She said. Oliver nodded, but still didn't like the fact that Marcus had been around her, as the two were enemies.
"So…about last night…" he brought up the kiss finally.
"What about it?" she asked.
"When we were on the bleachers…when we…" he trailed off.
"When we…kissed?" she asked. He nodded, kind of surprised by her abruptness. She shrugged sort of.
"We were both tired. I guess it just sort of happened." She said, looking at him. He looked towards the ground, actually having thought it meant more than that.
"I guess." he said.
"Oh, McGonagall wanted to see you." Jessica said suddenly.
"Yeah, I know. I was gonna get a drink first." He said, kind of grimly.
"Is something wrong?" she asked. Oliver looked up and shook his head, forcing a fake smile.
"Just nervous about seeing McGonagall I guess." he said. She smiled.
"Don't worry about it, I doubt she'll be angry." Jessica said, "If anything, she'll praise you for being so dedicated."
He nodded.
"Meet me in the Common Room afterwards alright?" Jessica said. Oliver shrugged.
"I'll try." He said and walked off. Jessica frowned sadly, only wishing he knew what that kiss really meant to her.
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Oliver entered McGonagall's office 5 minutes after he had seen Jessica. McGonagall was staring out a window and turned when Oliver came in.
"Ah, Wood, excellent." She said, sitting down at her desk.
"You wanted to see me, Professor?" Oliver said, taking a seat in one of the chairs in front of her desk.
"Yes, I did, Oliver." She said. Oliver was sort of surprised, as Professor McGonagall had always called him by his last name. "I was…a bit late in turning off the lights on the Pitch last night and I saw you and Ms. Hargrove...well...I'm sure you know. But either way, I just wanted to make sure this isn't going to get in the way of your practise this year."
She looked gravely at him, and Oliver seemed sort of repressed. He gulped lightly and looked down.
"No, Professor, it won't." he said quietly.
"Good, I don't want a losing team this year, Wood." She said, "You may go."
Oliver nodded lightly, glancing up at her and left the room. He sighed as he made his way back towards the Common room, thinking about why he let her boss him around like that. He said the password to the large woman in the pink dress when he got there, but stopped as he heard Katie and Jessica's voices.
"So why do you think he kissed you in the first place?" Katie asked. He heard Jessica sigh.
"I don't know. I don't even know if it was anything more than the fact that it was night time and we were alone." Jessica replied.
"You should tell him how you feel about him." Katie said.
"I guess." Jessica said quietly.
How she felt about him? What did Katie mean? Why did Jessica sound so upset? He gulped and walked to the end of the porthole and stepped into the Common room, finding Jessica sitting on the couch across from Katie who was sitting in one of the tall-backed armchairs. They both turned and smiled to him.
"Hey." Oliver said, going over and sitting on the other side of the couch. Jessica looked nervously at Katie, obviously wondering if he had heard the conversation. Oliver didn't say anything though.
"What are you two up to?" Oliver asked.
"We were just um…" Katie said, looking at Jessica, hoping she would finish the sentence.
"We were…playing chess!" Jessica said, "But Katie won, so we just stopped."
"Katie almost never wins chess." Said Oliver. Katie looked at Jessica quickly.
"Guess I just suck don't I?" said Jessica, smiling nervously. Oliver smirked and patted her knee.
"Don't worry, you'll get better with age." He said. Jessica smiled and laughed a bit.
"So what did McGonagall want?" she asked. Oliver didn't really want to tell her the truth; that McGonagall had seen them kissing and didn't want Jessica to distract him.
"Oh, just pretty much the same as she said to you." He said. Jessica nodded.
There was a silence in the room until Oliver sighed.
"Well, I have some Quidditch stuff to work on, so if you two will excuse me." He said.
"You need a new hobby, Oliver." Said Katie. Jessica smiled.
"Quidditch is a good hobby." She said. Katie shrugged. Oliver smiled to Jessica and walked up the stairs towards the boys' dormitories. He needed to figure out some way to tell Jessica how he felt and not have it be awkward if she didn't feel the same, though the conversation he overheard downstairs damn near confirmed it.
Special powers? I thought all Witches and Wizards had 'special powers'? lol, I get what ya meant, don't worry. KEEP GOING WITH YOUR MOONLIT BEACH STORY! It makes me feel special. Lol, jk jk. I'm a pathetic little person. Anyway, thanks for reading! And if your story is Mary-Sueish, then I guess the moral for the day is "Mary Sues Sell"? lol
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Oliver woke again when the sun was up and shining through the castle windows. It was obviously Saturday now. He squinted lightly and looked at the tall grandfather clock. It was 11:30am. He sighed, and looked around. Why didn't Jessica wake him when she came in? He shrugged and went upstairs. He showered, brushed his teeth, straightened his hair and got changed into a pair of tan khakis and a black V-neck shirt.
After all that he headed down towards the Great Hall and passed Katie on the stairs.
"Oh, Oliver," she said, "McGonagall wanted to see you when you woke."
Oliver gulped and nodded, thanked her and decided to get something to drink first. He walked along the hallway towards the Great Hall and looked to his right. It was nearly empty except for a few people passing each other. One of them being Jessica. She was standing talking to Marcus Flint, the Slytherin Quidditch captain. Oliver narrowed his eyes somewhat as he saw Jessica laugh at one of his jokes. Marcus then walked off down a separate hallway, and Oliver approached Jessica, who was wearing a pair of baggy tan Cargoes and a tight white spaghetti-strapped bellytop. Strapped across her front and resting on her hip was a blue bookbag, in which she was trying to shove a large text in as he walked up behind her.
"Hey." He said. She jumped slightly and turned, then smiled when she saw it was him.
"Hey." She replied.
"What did McGonagall say to you last night?" he asked, avoiding what was really on his mind; that kiss. Jessica shrugged.
"She just asked if your story was the truth, and told me if I wanted to be on the team I had to audition for her." Jessica replied, "Barely a slap on the wrist."
She continued to attempt to shove the book in until Oliver stepped up, turning the book the other way and put it in her bag without any struggle. She looked up at him and smiled.
"Thanks." She said. He nodded and they started walking down the hall together.
"So, what were you talking to Marcus about?" Oliver asked finally. Jessica shrugged.
"I just dropped a bunch of stuff on the floor and he helped me pick it up, so we got to talking." She said. Oliver nodded, but still didn't like the fact that Marcus had been around her, as the two were enemies.
"So…about last night…" he brought up the kiss finally.
"What about it?" she asked.
"When we were on the bleachers…when we…" he trailed off.
"When we…kissed?" she asked. He nodded, kind of surprised by her abruptness. She shrugged sort of.
"We were both tired. I guess it just sort of happened." She said, looking at him. He looked towards the ground, actually having thought it meant more than that.
"I guess." he said.
"Oh, McGonagall wanted to see you." Jessica said suddenly.
"Yeah, I know. I was gonna get a drink first." He said, kind of grimly.
"Is something wrong?" she asked. Oliver looked up and shook his head, forcing a fake smile.
"Just nervous about seeing McGonagall I guess." he said. She smiled.
"Don't worry about it, I doubt she'll be angry." Jessica said, "If anything, she'll praise you for being so dedicated."
He nodded.
"Meet me in the Common Room afterwards alright?" Jessica said. Oliver shrugged.
"I'll try." He said and walked off. Jessica frowned sadly, only wishing he knew what that kiss really meant to her.
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Oliver entered McGonagall's office 5 minutes after he had seen Jessica. McGonagall was staring out a window and turned when Oliver came in.
"Ah, Wood, excellent." She said, sitting down at her desk.
"You wanted to see me, Professor?" Oliver said, taking a seat in one of the chairs in front of her desk.
"Yes, I did, Oliver." She said. Oliver was sort of surprised, as Professor McGonagall had always called him by his last name. "I was…a bit late in turning off the lights on the Pitch last night and I saw you and Ms. Hargrove...well...I'm sure you know. But either way, I just wanted to make sure this isn't going to get in the way of your practise this year."
She looked gravely at him, and Oliver seemed sort of repressed. He gulped lightly and looked down.
"No, Professor, it won't." he said quietly.
"Good, I don't want a losing team this year, Wood." She said, "You may go."
Oliver nodded lightly, glancing up at her and left the room. He sighed as he made his way back towards the Common room, thinking about why he let her boss him around like that. He said the password to the large woman in the pink dress when he got there, but stopped as he heard Katie and Jessica's voices.
"So why do you think he kissed you in the first place?" Katie asked. He heard Jessica sigh.
"I don't know. I don't even know if it was anything more than the fact that it was night time and we were alone." Jessica replied.
"You should tell him how you feel about him." Katie said.
"I guess." Jessica said quietly.
How she felt about him? What did Katie mean? Why did Jessica sound so upset? He gulped and walked to the end of the porthole and stepped into the Common room, finding Jessica sitting on the couch across from Katie who was sitting in one of the tall-backed armchairs. They both turned and smiled to him.
"Hey." Oliver said, going over and sitting on the other side of the couch. Jessica looked nervously at Katie, obviously wondering if he had heard the conversation. Oliver didn't say anything though.
"What are you two up to?" Oliver asked.
"We were just um…" Katie said, looking at Jessica, hoping she would finish the sentence.
"We were…playing chess!" Jessica said, "But Katie won, so we just stopped."
"Katie almost never wins chess." Said Oliver. Katie looked at Jessica quickly.
"Guess I just suck don't I?" said Jessica, smiling nervously. Oliver smirked and patted her knee.
"Don't worry, you'll get better with age." He said. Jessica smiled and laughed a bit.
"So what did McGonagall want?" she asked. Oliver didn't really want to tell her the truth; that McGonagall had seen them kissing and didn't want Jessica to distract him.
"Oh, just pretty much the same as she said to you." He said. Jessica nodded.
There was a silence in the room until Oliver sighed.
"Well, I have some Quidditch stuff to work on, so if you two will excuse me." He said.
"You need a new hobby, Oliver." Said Katie. Jessica smiled.
"Quidditch is a good hobby." She said. Katie shrugged. Oliver smiled to Jessica and walked up the stairs towards the boys' dormitories. He needed to figure out some way to tell Jessica how he felt and not have it be awkward if she didn't feel the same, though the conversation he overheard downstairs damn near confirmed it.