Haylie walked into the library after breakfast, and waking late again. She
took her Ancient Runes book and some parchment with her to finish writing a
disturbing essay on the history of Mikaye Naliker, the creator of the
Runes. She heard a bit of angry muttering, to which she discovered was
Oliver's voice.
"Damn these Unforgivable Curses, this essay is going to cause me to go insane." Haylie heard him mutter. She walked over to his table and read what he had on his essay.
"Oliver, that's all wrong." Haylie said simply.
"Thank God. I need somebody to explain this to me." Oliver said. "Sit! Sit!" He said, exuberantly.
"Uh, okay." Haylie said, putting aside her half finished essay and took Oliver's parchment. "Okay, you have the names right Oliver, and you have the killing curse right. The history on that is right too. But, you confused the Cruciatus Curse and the Imperius Curse."
"Did I?" Oliver asked, taking his parchment from her. "But isn't it the Cruciatus Curse that takes lets you do what you're ordered?"
"No, Oliver dear." Haylie said patiently.
"Don't start that with me." Oliver replied.
"Why?" Haylie asked.
"Because you make me feel stupid." Oliver said. He saw Haylie trying NOT to say anything. "Don't reply to that Haylie. Now, help me with this will you?"
"Alright, the Cruciatus Curse puts you in a lot of pain. And the Imperius Curse makes you do what you're ordered. You have the histories right, it's just, they're switched. So, yeah, you're going to have to rewrite your paper." Haylie said.
Oliver groaned. "Damn."
"I know. But see, I did mine the day it was assigned, so, I don't have that to worry about." Haylie said.
"Yes, but I'm not as smart as you are." Oliver said.
'Having fun yet?' His heart asked.
'Very much, you?' His brain replied.
'Wouldn't miss it.' His heart replied.
"I'm smart?" Haylie asked. She was enjoying this banter.
"Hmm, I meant practical." Oliver grinned. Haylie looked at him, expecting him to say something else. "But you're smarter than me."
"Thank you." Haylie said as she turned her attention to her half finished essay. The two were writing in piece for several minutes when there was another presence at the table.
"Hey love." Gaia said with a falsely buttered voice.
"Hi Gaia. Would you please not disturb me at the moment, I have an essay for Defense Against the Dark Arts, and another one for History of Magic that I need to do. I don't want any distractions." Oliver replied. Haylie looked up at Oliver, then towards Gaia.
"But it's okay for Haylie to be here?" Gaia asked.
"Gaia, Haylie's my friend, and she's helping me with my essays." Oliver replied. "And she's doing homework too. So, please, don't disturb us."
"So, I'm not that important to you?" Gaia asked, her voice rising.
"Excuse me, Gaia, but we were fine until you showed up. You're not doing anything to help us right now, so could you leave?" Haylie asked, not looking up from her paper.
"Gaia, you are important to me, but right now, I have to turn in these papers to get good marks okay? I promise I'll talk to you later." He said, dipping his quill in ink.
"Okay." Gaia said, sounding sad.
"Bye." Haylie said, in an indirect way, telling her off. Gaia walked away. Haylie finished her paper. "Hmm, I do believe I'm done."
"What?" Oliver asked, dipping his quill in ink once more. "Could you review my History of Magic essay then?"
"Sure. Wait, I thought you had to WRITE one?" Haylie asked, taking his History of Magic essay into her hands.
"Well, er, I wrote it." Oliver said, looking up for the first time. He looked to Haylie. "I thought I'd spend some time with my best mate."
"Really? Me??" Haylie asked, feigning appreciation in her voice, but inwardly, feeling very happy he said that.
"Yeah!" He said. Haylie looked at his essay and began to read. "It's been a long time since I've talked to you about anything, so I decided it's time to get things back together. I missed you, you know."
"Yeah. So did I, and you spelled Haverloch wrong." She said, reaching for her quill.
"That's the Haylie I miss." He said, kissing her cheek. Haylie grinned.
'That felt good.' Oliver thought to himself. 'Nothing I've ever felt before.'
'Liked that didn't you Oliver?' His heart asked. 'Believe me, I know you do. Look Oliver, blowing off your *cough* girlfriend meant something to her, and you might not realize it, but the right girl for you is not the blonde haired blue eyed fake, dumb, well, you get the picture. The right girl for you is sitting right next to you, she's smart, she's funny, and I think you've started to notice that she was pretty too.'
Oliver looked at Haylie, she had a look of deep concentration on her face, the tip of her tongue sticking out, as she scratched out something on his essay and wrote something else in. He studied her hair, that was tied up in a bun. He imagined it spilling down, brown cascading waves around her almost porcelain doll features. He slipped into a slight trance. "Oliver? Oliver?" He heard a faraway voice call. "Oliver Wood." It was Haylie.
"Yeah?" He asked, looking at her.
"Good job on your essay. Just a few spelling mistakes, that's all." Haylie said. "See? You don't need me *that* much." She grinned, giving him a kiss on the top of his head as she headed out of the library with her books in her hand. Oliver gathered his things quickly, hoping to catch her.
"Hayles, are you gonna come to the Hufflepuff-Slytherin match with me this afternoon?" He asked.
"Sure, why not?" Haylie asked. "Come on. I want to show you what Flitwick taught me yesterday."
Oliver looked at her petite figure, walking behind her. 'Oliver Wood, your heart always belonged to Haylie. It's time that I should too.' His brain said.
'Finally, you agree.' His Heart replied.
A/N: Yes, I think it's time to wrap things up. I'll be finishing this story up soon, if any of you have ideas for a new story, or would like to challenge me, please, include it in your review. Thanks! Ta ta for now!
"Damn these Unforgivable Curses, this essay is going to cause me to go insane." Haylie heard him mutter. She walked over to his table and read what he had on his essay.
"Oliver, that's all wrong." Haylie said simply.
"Thank God. I need somebody to explain this to me." Oliver said. "Sit! Sit!" He said, exuberantly.
"Uh, okay." Haylie said, putting aside her half finished essay and took Oliver's parchment. "Okay, you have the names right Oliver, and you have the killing curse right. The history on that is right too. But, you confused the Cruciatus Curse and the Imperius Curse."
"Did I?" Oliver asked, taking his parchment from her. "But isn't it the Cruciatus Curse that takes lets you do what you're ordered?"
"No, Oliver dear." Haylie said patiently.
"Don't start that with me." Oliver replied.
"Why?" Haylie asked.
"Because you make me feel stupid." Oliver said. He saw Haylie trying NOT to say anything. "Don't reply to that Haylie. Now, help me with this will you?"
"Alright, the Cruciatus Curse puts you in a lot of pain. And the Imperius Curse makes you do what you're ordered. You have the histories right, it's just, they're switched. So, yeah, you're going to have to rewrite your paper." Haylie said.
Oliver groaned. "Damn."
"I know. But see, I did mine the day it was assigned, so, I don't have that to worry about." Haylie said.
"Yes, but I'm not as smart as you are." Oliver said.
'Having fun yet?' His heart asked.
'Very much, you?' His brain replied.
'Wouldn't miss it.' His heart replied.
"I'm smart?" Haylie asked. She was enjoying this banter.
"Hmm, I meant practical." Oliver grinned. Haylie looked at him, expecting him to say something else. "But you're smarter than me."
"Thank you." Haylie said as she turned her attention to her half finished essay. The two were writing in piece for several minutes when there was another presence at the table.
"Hey love." Gaia said with a falsely buttered voice.
"Hi Gaia. Would you please not disturb me at the moment, I have an essay for Defense Against the Dark Arts, and another one for History of Magic that I need to do. I don't want any distractions." Oliver replied. Haylie looked up at Oliver, then towards Gaia.
"But it's okay for Haylie to be here?" Gaia asked.
"Gaia, Haylie's my friend, and she's helping me with my essays." Oliver replied. "And she's doing homework too. So, please, don't disturb us."
"So, I'm not that important to you?" Gaia asked, her voice rising.
"Excuse me, Gaia, but we were fine until you showed up. You're not doing anything to help us right now, so could you leave?" Haylie asked, not looking up from her paper.
"Gaia, you are important to me, but right now, I have to turn in these papers to get good marks okay? I promise I'll talk to you later." He said, dipping his quill in ink.
"Okay." Gaia said, sounding sad.
"Bye." Haylie said, in an indirect way, telling her off. Gaia walked away. Haylie finished her paper. "Hmm, I do believe I'm done."
"What?" Oliver asked, dipping his quill in ink once more. "Could you review my History of Magic essay then?"
"Sure. Wait, I thought you had to WRITE one?" Haylie asked, taking his History of Magic essay into her hands.
"Well, er, I wrote it." Oliver said, looking up for the first time. He looked to Haylie. "I thought I'd spend some time with my best mate."
"Really? Me??" Haylie asked, feigning appreciation in her voice, but inwardly, feeling very happy he said that.
"Yeah!" He said. Haylie looked at his essay and began to read. "It's been a long time since I've talked to you about anything, so I decided it's time to get things back together. I missed you, you know."
"Yeah. So did I, and you spelled Haverloch wrong." She said, reaching for her quill.
"That's the Haylie I miss." He said, kissing her cheek. Haylie grinned.
'That felt good.' Oliver thought to himself. 'Nothing I've ever felt before.'
'Liked that didn't you Oliver?' His heart asked. 'Believe me, I know you do. Look Oliver, blowing off your *cough* girlfriend meant something to her, and you might not realize it, but the right girl for you is not the blonde haired blue eyed fake, dumb, well, you get the picture. The right girl for you is sitting right next to you, she's smart, she's funny, and I think you've started to notice that she was pretty too.'
Oliver looked at Haylie, she had a look of deep concentration on her face, the tip of her tongue sticking out, as she scratched out something on his essay and wrote something else in. He studied her hair, that was tied up in a bun. He imagined it spilling down, brown cascading waves around her almost porcelain doll features. He slipped into a slight trance. "Oliver? Oliver?" He heard a faraway voice call. "Oliver Wood." It was Haylie.
"Yeah?" He asked, looking at her.
"Good job on your essay. Just a few spelling mistakes, that's all." Haylie said. "See? You don't need me *that* much." She grinned, giving him a kiss on the top of his head as she headed out of the library with her books in her hand. Oliver gathered his things quickly, hoping to catch her.
"Hayles, are you gonna come to the Hufflepuff-Slytherin match with me this afternoon?" He asked.
"Sure, why not?" Haylie asked. "Come on. I want to show you what Flitwick taught me yesterday."
Oliver looked at her petite figure, walking behind her. 'Oliver Wood, your heart always belonged to Haylie. It's time that I should too.' His brain said.
'Finally, you agree.' His Heart replied.
A/N: Yes, I think it's time to wrap things up. I'll be finishing this story up soon, if any of you have ideas for a new story, or would like to challenge me, please, include it in your review. Thanks! Ta ta for now!
