So sorry that this chapter is short and, well. not funny, to put it
bluntly. I figured since Oliver is so serious about Quidditch, that I
should make the chapter serious. But don't worry; I'm going to do my best
to make the next chapter a humorous one. Please keep reading! :)
It was approximately 6:30 p.m. when I briskly walked to the Quidditch playing fields, feeling the ground squish beneath my feet due to the light rain we received in the morning. Practice wasn't until quarter after 7, but I was too excited to stay in the common room until then.
I know this makes me sound like a desperate, obsessed fanatic, but I love Quidditch with all of my heart. Really, I do. Ever since my Uncle Curtis gave me my first broom as a 5th birthday present, I've been addicted. Quidditch is the only thing that can really relax me yet exhilarate me at the same time. It's like a drug, only it's not illegal.
I was already dressed in my Quidditch robes, so once I got to the Quidditch field, I got onto my broom without hesitation and flew up into the air. I circled the grounds a few times, varying my speed from slow to fast. After all, I wasn't warmed up, and I didn't want to pull anything.
After a few laps, I noticed Katie and Alicia on the field, waving up towards me. I slowed down and lowered my broom to the ground, landing gracefully. The girls smiled at me.
"Looking good, Oliver," Alicia complimented me, giving me a smile as she pulled out her ponytail elastic and tried to pull her hair back tighter.
"VERY good," Katie breathed, her mouth opened slightly, almost seductively. I drew in a breath. She's PLAYING with you, Oliver! I scolded myself. Think of her as your opponent and play back!
I grinned back at her, cocking my head slightly. "Well, I'm not the only one here who looks good tonight," I drawled, almost lazily, as I raised an eyebrow and blinked slightly slower than a usually would.
Katie blushed at my comment, biting her lip to keep from smiling. V-I-C-T-O- R-Y! "Thanks," she thanked me, looking down at her feet.
"I'm talking to Alicia," I joked, taking it too far. Katie looked crestfallen briefly, but quickly replaced her hurt look with a look of confident arrogance. She shoved me.
"Awwww, shut it," she kidded, without a trace of hurt in her voice.
"I was only kidding," I assured her. "You look beautiful. As always."
Dammitt. I instantly regretted saying what I said. Not that it wasn't true, of course. It was just that I felt uncomfortable admitting it to her so soon. I glanced over at Alicia, who had shoved her fist into her mouth to keep from laughing aloud, although it was clear that she ready to keel over from laughter.
I was spared from having to say anything by the arrival of the Weasley twins. Blimey, that was the second time that day that they saved my neck. I couldn't help thinking that I should try to go easy on them in practice that evening, as a sort of payback.
"Hey, we can't come tomorrow night because we've got a detention with Filch," George greeted us by saying.
"Yeah, for some reason he doesn't find dung bombs in the corridors as amusing as we do," Fred finished, nudging George in the side.
What was I thinking? Be easy on them? Not even if they were the bloody Ministers for Magic.
It was approximately 6:30 p.m. when I briskly walked to the Quidditch playing fields, feeling the ground squish beneath my feet due to the light rain we received in the morning. Practice wasn't until quarter after 7, but I was too excited to stay in the common room until then.
I know this makes me sound like a desperate, obsessed fanatic, but I love Quidditch with all of my heart. Really, I do. Ever since my Uncle Curtis gave me my first broom as a 5th birthday present, I've been addicted. Quidditch is the only thing that can really relax me yet exhilarate me at the same time. It's like a drug, only it's not illegal.
I was already dressed in my Quidditch robes, so once I got to the Quidditch field, I got onto my broom without hesitation and flew up into the air. I circled the grounds a few times, varying my speed from slow to fast. After all, I wasn't warmed up, and I didn't want to pull anything.
After a few laps, I noticed Katie and Alicia on the field, waving up towards me. I slowed down and lowered my broom to the ground, landing gracefully. The girls smiled at me.
"Looking good, Oliver," Alicia complimented me, giving me a smile as she pulled out her ponytail elastic and tried to pull her hair back tighter.
"VERY good," Katie breathed, her mouth opened slightly, almost seductively. I drew in a breath. She's PLAYING with you, Oliver! I scolded myself. Think of her as your opponent and play back!
I grinned back at her, cocking my head slightly. "Well, I'm not the only one here who looks good tonight," I drawled, almost lazily, as I raised an eyebrow and blinked slightly slower than a usually would.
Katie blushed at my comment, biting her lip to keep from smiling. V-I-C-T-O- R-Y! "Thanks," she thanked me, looking down at her feet.
"I'm talking to Alicia," I joked, taking it too far. Katie looked crestfallen briefly, but quickly replaced her hurt look with a look of confident arrogance. She shoved me.
"Awwww, shut it," she kidded, without a trace of hurt in her voice.
"I was only kidding," I assured her. "You look beautiful. As always."
Dammitt. I instantly regretted saying what I said. Not that it wasn't true, of course. It was just that I felt uncomfortable admitting it to her so soon. I glanced over at Alicia, who had shoved her fist into her mouth to keep from laughing aloud, although it was clear that she ready to keel over from laughter.
I was spared from having to say anything by the arrival of the Weasley twins. Blimey, that was the second time that day that they saved my neck. I couldn't help thinking that I should try to go easy on them in practice that evening, as a sort of payback.
"Hey, we can't come tomorrow night because we've got a detention with Filch," George greeted us by saying.
"Yeah, for some reason he doesn't find dung bombs in the corridors as amusing as we do," Fred finished, nudging George in the side.
What was I thinking? Be easy on them? Not even if they were the bloody Ministers for Magic.