A/N: This story is based off of what has happened in my Harry Potter RPG from the point of view of Penelope Clearwater, who I play. It also applies very well to the book, to a certain degree.
Remember that time in your life when you had everything and nothing mattered? Remember how it felt to be on top of the world? Remember that one guy in your Charms class who was the real reason why the class was named 'Charms'? That was Oliver Wood...Quidditch captain extrodinaire. That smile, that stature...that accent...he was every girl's dream.
Anyway, he never really spoke to me and I never really spoke to him. He was Mr.Jock-Boy and I was little Miss Goody-Good Prefect. The two just didn't mix. Plus, I had just broken-up with his roommate, Percy Weasley...not the best way to start off a relationship. I could totally see it. It would go something like this:
Me: Hey Oliver...you know me, I sit behind you in Charms class and once you dropped
your quill and I picked it up for you.
Oliver: Yeah, Chica....go back to your Prefects. I'm popular, you aren't, so deal.
.....At least that was how it would be in my worst nightmares. Besides, I highly doubt that either of us would speak like that; regarding that "Chica" was not a common word in the vocabulary of Sir Oliver Wood, Almighty King of the Class of '94. But either way, I lived in the library, he lived on the Quidditch field...What's in a name, that which we call a rose by anyother word, would still smell as sweet. Well...a lot was in a name, or title...especially if it was "Prefect" and "Jock". That is why I nearly dropped all my books in surprise when I saw HIM sitting in the library one Friday afternoon. So, of course I took the opportunity to walks over to him.
"Aren't you supposed to be at Quidditch practise?" I asked, not wanting to seem rude or anything- - but it was a good conversation starter. To my surprise, he smiled back at me and cleared a seat at his table for me to sit down at.
"Actually," He said, "I'm having a bit of trouble in Charms. You're the smartest girl in our year, perhaps you could tutor me."
That faithful conversation, where I got to know Oliver Wood, would mark the turning point in my life. Our "tutoring sessions" slowly turned into just "hanging-out time" in which we'd eat pizza and discuss everything from Quidditch to parents to who was dating who. While I watched Quidditch and was a big fan of it; I was rather bad at flying. So, my plan was to ask him to teach me how to fly....and boy, did he ever!
A/N: There is the little prologue for the start of a rather *interesting* coming-of-age story. It will get more interesting really soon. Please do R/R!