Well, if you're new to my stories, before you read my stories, read this.
As a writer on fanfiction.net, I've written several stories already, and
feel that it is ready to move on, with more mature language, and more
mature topics. The language will be looser than in my others, but I will
try to keep the detail and the style of writing the same, so to my faithful
readers, if you can spot a difference, please tell me.
This story, which is tentatively titled "Bloom", (don't ask why, it's my little symbolism at work here), will take place from two major POV's, the ever popular, always delectable Oliver Wood ( and a new character, who, aside from having a different name than my previous character Haylie, is also American, and well, she's just different, she's less emotional, less… well, you'll have to read my other stories to actually tell the difference.
Now, enough of that. I'm going to display my stories to you now.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, but I do own the wonderful character Jadyn Angelie Tierney, a new creation of mine.
~*~ Buds ~*~
***Oliver's Point of View ****
I stared at the picture of us together. We were, what, ten years old? I remember I would always look forward to summer because, one, there was Quidditch, and two, because my best mate from across the pond, Jadyn would come from America. When we were but wee babes, our parents (who were good friends from Hogwarts) would always visit each other, and leaving us together.
I haven't seen her since she was ten, and that was seven years ago… She writes often, and from the sounds of it, she's very happy. I'm seeing her again soon, well, in two minutes is more like it. She's coming off of Platform 11 now, the train is pulling in.
*** Jadyn's Point of View ***
Oliver was always such a funny bloke. I enjoy reading about his love for Quidditch, and yeah, I admit, I'm obsessed too. Well besides Quidditch, there's basketball. That's a great sport right there. I've gotten pictures from him before, he looks pretty nice actually, he's grown into himself, as my mom says.
Sweet, we're rolling into the station. I can't wait to see him again.
*** Oliver ***
I'm looking at this picture, and she has a book of spells in one hand, her glasses in the other. I admit, she's smart, and she looked the part back then. I haven't seen any recent pictures of her. She said something about taxing the owls with heavy overseas packages…oh well, I guess I shouldn't have skipped over that. Alright, now people are starting to come off of the train, good.
*********
Oliver looked around, looking for the girl in the picture. "Oliver? Oliver Michael Wood you devilishly handsome guy! You look confused as always." A familiar American voice said. When Oliver turned to see who was talking to him, he was surprised to see a perfect row of teeth on a beautiful face. "What, you don't recognize me?"
"Jadyn?" Oliver said, awestruck.
***
DAMN! Mum always told Jadyn she'd grow into herself and not to worry, but when Mum said grow into herself, I didn't know she'd end up looking so…god the only word is SEXY. She looks very nice in that plaid skirt, and those boots with that shirt…should stop thinking about that, I'm going to publicly embarrass myself.
***
"Hey there" Oliver said, regaining himself from his reverie. "Long time no see."
"Amen to that." Jadyn grinned. He took her bag and led her towards the grate where they would go through the Floo Network and into the Wood home.
"So, you look different Jade." Oliver said, looking at her.
"So do you." Jadyn replied. "I like the whole, rugged outdoors look you've got right now. Although a clean-shaven Oliver is nicer."
"My mum said that." Oliver said thoughtfully. "And you, you've changed a lot."
"Well, I learned that you can be smart and not bury yourself in books. I decided that besides devoting my life to studying, I'll devote the other half to making myself look and feel good, and so far it's worked, just like everything else has for me." Jadyn replied.
"Hmm, you still sound exactly the same." Oliver said.
"As do you." Jadyn grinned, her accent was slowly coming back.
"But here's the most important question." Oliver said.
"Shoot." Jadyn said, taking his challenge.
"What's your Quidditch team?"
A/N: well, what do you think? Should I continue? I'll make this interactive and let you decide. And if you want, email me, and I'll include you in my story. My email address is WY533jclvr@hotmail.com, and what I'll need from you is a short, brief description of yourself, looks, personality, attributes, etc. Or, you can give me a short description of what you would like your personality to be, and give me a description of the looks and your first name.I want to make your character here, well, just like you want it!
This story, which is tentatively titled "Bloom", (don't ask why, it's my little symbolism at work here), will take place from two major POV's, the ever popular, always delectable Oliver Wood ( and a new character, who, aside from having a different name than my previous character Haylie, is also American, and well, she's just different, she's less emotional, less… well, you'll have to read my other stories to actually tell the difference.
Now, enough of that. I'm going to display my stories to you now.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, but I do own the wonderful character Jadyn Angelie Tierney, a new creation of mine.
~*~ Buds ~*~
***Oliver's Point of View ****
I stared at the picture of us together. We were, what, ten years old? I remember I would always look forward to summer because, one, there was Quidditch, and two, because my best mate from across the pond, Jadyn would come from America. When we were but wee babes, our parents (who were good friends from Hogwarts) would always visit each other, and leaving us together.
I haven't seen her since she was ten, and that was seven years ago… She writes often, and from the sounds of it, she's very happy. I'm seeing her again soon, well, in two minutes is more like it. She's coming off of Platform 11 now, the train is pulling in.
*** Jadyn's Point of View ***
Oliver was always such a funny bloke. I enjoy reading about his love for Quidditch, and yeah, I admit, I'm obsessed too. Well besides Quidditch, there's basketball. That's a great sport right there. I've gotten pictures from him before, he looks pretty nice actually, he's grown into himself, as my mom says.
Sweet, we're rolling into the station. I can't wait to see him again.
*** Oliver ***
I'm looking at this picture, and she has a book of spells in one hand, her glasses in the other. I admit, she's smart, and she looked the part back then. I haven't seen any recent pictures of her. She said something about taxing the owls with heavy overseas packages…oh well, I guess I shouldn't have skipped over that. Alright, now people are starting to come off of the train, good.
*********
Oliver looked around, looking for the girl in the picture. "Oliver? Oliver Michael Wood you devilishly handsome guy! You look confused as always." A familiar American voice said. When Oliver turned to see who was talking to him, he was surprised to see a perfect row of teeth on a beautiful face. "What, you don't recognize me?"
"Jadyn?" Oliver said, awestruck.
***
DAMN! Mum always told Jadyn she'd grow into herself and not to worry, but when Mum said grow into herself, I didn't know she'd end up looking so…god the only word is SEXY. She looks very nice in that plaid skirt, and those boots with that shirt…should stop thinking about that, I'm going to publicly embarrass myself.
***
"Hey there" Oliver said, regaining himself from his reverie. "Long time no see."
"Amen to that." Jadyn grinned. He took her bag and led her towards the grate where they would go through the Floo Network and into the Wood home.
"So, you look different Jade." Oliver said, looking at her.
"So do you." Jadyn replied. "I like the whole, rugged outdoors look you've got right now. Although a clean-shaven Oliver is nicer."
"My mum said that." Oliver said thoughtfully. "And you, you've changed a lot."
"Well, I learned that you can be smart and not bury yourself in books. I decided that besides devoting my life to studying, I'll devote the other half to making myself look and feel good, and so far it's worked, just like everything else has for me." Jadyn replied.
"Hmm, you still sound exactly the same." Oliver said.
"As do you." Jadyn grinned, her accent was slowly coming back.
"But here's the most important question." Oliver said.
"Shoot." Jadyn said, taking his challenge.
"What's your Quidditch team?"
A/N: well, what do you think? Should I continue? I'll make this interactive and let you decide. And if you want, email me, and I'll include you in my story. My email address is WY533jclvr@hotmail.com, and what I'll need from you is a short, brief description of yourself, looks, personality, attributes, etc. Or, you can give me a short description of what you would like your personality to be, and give me a description of the looks and your first name.I want to make your character here, well, just like you want it!
