The next morning at breakfast Oliver was quickly approached by Percy. "So,
Oliver, what do you plan on doing with your problem with Haylie and Gaia?"
"Why Perce?" Oliver asked as they sat down at the Gryffindor table. "Haylie still hanging around you?"
"No, she's become friends with Penny." Percy said exasperatedly. "They can't stop talking about the 'Hogwarts Most Handsome'. It's like having Lockhart all over again!"
"Haylie and Penny?" Oliver laughed. "I'm so sorry Perce. I've patched things up with her this weekend. You have nothing to worry about."
"Thank god." He said.
"Good morning boys." Haylie said, a broad grin on her always tan skin. "How are you?"
"You seem happy today." Oliver said. Haylie simply grinned at them. "Who actually woke up on the right side of the bed?"
"I did Oliver." Haylie replied. "Now, pass me the eggs please?"
Oliver grabbed a platter and passed it her way. "So, what ARE you so happy about?" Oliver asked.
"Nothing." Haylie said. "Maybe I just woke up this way?"
"Haylie, I've known you way too long. You're only that way if you wake up at two o'clock in the afternoon." Oliver said.
"Oliver, why aren't you just satisfied with the possibility that I DID actually wake up HAPPY?" Haylie asked. She was fuming.
"Nice job Wood." Fred muttered.
"Haylie are you alright?" A voice that was immediately recognized as Penelope's, asked.
"I was…until Oliver greeted me by asking what I'm soo happy about." Haylie said sarcastically.
"Ah, your day will get better Haylie." Penelope said, patting her shoulder. "Don't worry…be happy." She said, singing.
"Penelope, I'm sorry, you're a terrible singer." Haylie said, a grin creeping onto her face.
"See, now you've found your happy place. Mocking me as usual." Penelope said grinning at Haylie.
"That's not my happy place." Haylie said a smile shining brightly on her face.
"What's your happy place?" Penelope asked, sitting next to Haylie. Haylie gave her a 'duh' look. "Ohhh right! I forgot that it was today!"
Oliver and Percy looked at each other. "What's today?" They both asked. Haylie and Penelope giggled.
"Nothing." They answered, looking at the two boys and then they looked at each other, giggling uncontrollably.
"Well, all I'll say is she's looking forward to Ancient Runes." Penelope said.
"Ancient Runes? You hate Ancient Runes." Oliver said.
"Not anymore she doesn't." Penelope grinned. Haylie was blushing furiously at this conversation, and the two girls obviously made use of the fact that they knew more than the two males they were holding conversation with.
"Fine, we'll find out what's got you so giggly." Oliver said at the end of breakfast when he could take no more of the sporadic laughter.
"Or is it who you're laughing about?" Percy asked, looking at Penny who's eyes shifted to Haylie. The bell rang and Haylie took her books up to her Arithmancy class.
~*~
Muggle Studies was insufferable as always, usually he spent his time passing notes to Roger Davies, a sixth year. The Muggle Studies class was intermixed because there weren't enough students from each year to place for one year for one class. So, the upperclassmen were placed in a class together, and the same for the lower classmen.
Davies, as Oliver called him, was the Quidditch Captain for Ravenclaw. He was tall, athletic and well, as described by Oliver's Chasers, an Adonis. He had loose, tousled golden curls (A/N: think Justin Timberlake with an ACTUALLY well done hairdo, just the hair, not the face okay?) and gray eyes that Oliver would hear Katie and Angelina describe as 'beautiful, and sexy'. Oliver looked at Davies who looked as though he was taking notes, he was scribbling furiously on a piece of parchment. Oliver chuckled to himself and took out a scrap of parchment and wrote 'Taking notes Davies?' He passed the note to nearby Davies' desk as the Professor turned his back to write some notes on the board.
Oliver sat there staring at the board, pretending to be involved as he waited for Roger's answer. 'Have you gone mad Wood?' Roger's scribble said. Oliver took up his quill. 'What are you doing then?' He passed the parchment towards him as the professor droned on.
'Right now, Quidditch' Roger replied.
'Ah, can I see?' Oliver scribbled.
'No, then you'll win against me at our match.' Roger scribbled.
'And what makes you think we won't beat you anyway?' Oliver wrote, adding a 'ha ha ha'
'I think you should think about Gaia more often, then I can get a Quaffle past you.' Roger wrote. Oliver looked at Roger, who grinned before writing some more on his other sheet of parchment.
'Ha ha Davies. You could never get a Quaffle past me.' Oliver wrote.
'That high on yourself? Come on Wood. I'm the best Chaser since James Potter.' Roger wrote.
'Yeah, but we've got his son as GRYFFINDOR's Seeker.' Oliver wrote.
'Bugger off Wood. I'm busy.' Roger said, just as the bell rang.
"What have you been writing?" Oliver asked, looking at the parchment. Roger quickly rolled it up and stuffed it in his bag. Roger took a bit to answer as he gathered his things.
"I told you, it's about Quidditch." Roger answered, looking at Oliver, the tone of his voice sounding a bit annoyed and angry.
"Why Perce?" Oliver asked as they sat down at the Gryffindor table. "Haylie still hanging around you?"
"No, she's become friends with Penny." Percy said exasperatedly. "They can't stop talking about the 'Hogwarts Most Handsome'. It's like having Lockhart all over again!"
"Haylie and Penny?" Oliver laughed. "I'm so sorry Perce. I've patched things up with her this weekend. You have nothing to worry about."
"Thank god." He said.
"Good morning boys." Haylie said, a broad grin on her always tan skin. "How are you?"
"You seem happy today." Oliver said. Haylie simply grinned at them. "Who actually woke up on the right side of the bed?"
"I did Oliver." Haylie replied. "Now, pass me the eggs please?"
Oliver grabbed a platter and passed it her way. "So, what ARE you so happy about?" Oliver asked.
"Nothing." Haylie said. "Maybe I just woke up this way?"
"Haylie, I've known you way too long. You're only that way if you wake up at two o'clock in the afternoon." Oliver said.
"Oliver, why aren't you just satisfied with the possibility that I DID actually wake up HAPPY?" Haylie asked. She was fuming.
"Nice job Wood." Fred muttered.
"Haylie are you alright?" A voice that was immediately recognized as Penelope's, asked.
"I was…until Oliver greeted me by asking what I'm soo happy about." Haylie said sarcastically.
"Ah, your day will get better Haylie." Penelope said, patting her shoulder. "Don't worry…be happy." She said, singing.
"Penelope, I'm sorry, you're a terrible singer." Haylie said, a grin creeping onto her face.
"See, now you've found your happy place. Mocking me as usual." Penelope said grinning at Haylie.
"That's not my happy place." Haylie said a smile shining brightly on her face.
"What's your happy place?" Penelope asked, sitting next to Haylie. Haylie gave her a 'duh' look. "Ohhh right! I forgot that it was today!"
Oliver and Percy looked at each other. "What's today?" They both asked. Haylie and Penelope giggled.
"Nothing." They answered, looking at the two boys and then they looked at each other, giggling uncontrollably.
"Well, all I'll say is she's looking forward to Ancient Runes." Penelope said.
"Ancient Runes? You hate Ancient Runes." Oliver said.
"Not anymore she doesn't." Penelope grinned. Haylie was blushing furiously at this conversation, and the two girls obviously made use of the fact that they knew more than the two males they were holding conversation with.
"Fine, we'll find out what's got you so giggly." Oliver said at the end of breakfast when he could take no more of the sporadic laughter.
"Or is it who you're laughing about?" Percy asked, looking at Penny who's eyes shifted to Haylie. The bell rang and Haylie took her books up to her Arithmancy class.
~*~
Muggle Studies was insufferable as always, usually he spent his time passing notes to Roger Davies, a sixth year. The Muggle Studies class was intermixed because there weren't enough students from each year to place for one year for one class. So, the upperclassmen were placed in a class together, and the same for the lower classmen.
Davies, as Oliver called him, was the Quidditch Captain for Ravenclaw. He was tall, athletic and well, as described by Oliver's Chasers, an Adonis. He had loose, tousled golden curls (A/N: think Justin Timberlake with an ACTUALLY well done hairdo, just the hair, not the face okay?) and gray eyes that Oliver would hear Katie and Angelina describe as 'beautiful, and sexy'. Oliver looked at Davies who looked as though he was taking notes, he was scribbling furiously on a piece of parchment. Oliver chuckled to himself and took out a scrap of parchment and wrote 'Taking notes Davies?' He passed the note to nearby Davies' desk as the Professor turned his back to write some notes on the board.
Oliver sat there staring at the board, pretending to be involved as he waited for Roger's answer. 'Have you gone mad Wood?' Roger's scribble said. Oliver took up his quill. 'What are you doing then?' He passed the parchment towards him as the professor droned on.
'Right now, Quidditch' Roger replied.
'Ah, can I see?' Oliver scribbled.
'No, then you'll win against me at our match.' Roger scribbled.
'And what makes you think we won't beat you anyway?' Oliver wrote, adding a 'ha ha ha'
'I think you should think about Gaia more often, then I can get a Quaffle past you.' Roger wrote. Oliver looked at Roger, who grinned before writing some more on his other sheet of parchment.
'Ha ha Davies. You could never get a Quaffle past me.' Oliver wrote.
'That high on yourself? Come on Wood. I'm the best Chaser since James Potter.' Roger wrote.
'Yeah, but we've got his son as GRYFFINDOR's Seeker.' Oliver wrote.
'Bugger off Wood. I'm busy.' Roger said, just as the bell rang.
"What have you been writing?" Oliver asked, looking at the parchment. Roger quickly rolled it up and stuffed it in his bag. Roger took a bit to answer as he gathered his things.
"I told you, it's about Quidditch." Roger answered, looking at Oliver, the tone of his voice sounding a bit annoyed and angry.
