CHAPTER EIGHT
Oliver cleared his throat. The First Years stared back at him expectantly waiting for him to begin talking.
"Hi my name's Oliver Wood," he began.
They were seated in the library so it was more personal and comfortable for both the students and Oliver. They were sitting on the floor, their tiny eyes staring back into his and he was sitting in a chair almost as if he was about to read them a story.
"Hi Oliver!" they all responded together like a choir which made Oliver feel more relaxed straight away. It made him remember he wasn't giving a motivational talk for a panel of world wide representatives but merely for a group of First Year students who all thought he was invincible anyway!
He chuckled a little and then kept talking. "I am the Keeper for the Puddlemere United side in Quidditch. I'm not here to tell you the rules of Quidditch, although I'd love to, I'm here to tell you why being involved in sport is good for you. Whether you play for an international league or simply the local club being active is important to the development of every single person in the room. Even you!" he added gesturing towards a shy little redhead towards the back of the room. She turned red and giggled and then looked back at Oliver starstruck.
Oliver was about to continue when a loud thud was heard from behind one of the book shelves.
An older looking student came running out of that section and was about to dart right out of the library when they paused and realised they were in the middle of one of Oliver's talks.
"Uh... I'm so sorry!" gasped Hermione, peering out from behind the hair that was in her face, covering her watery and red eyes.
"Uh don't worry," replied Oliver, aware that all of the First Years were watching this scenario with great interest. "Are you okay?"
"Fine, just fine," she answered and ran out of the library faster than ever before, positively mortified as Oliver continued his talk.
Oliver cleared his throat. The First Years stared back at him expectantly waiting for him to begin talking.
"Hi my name's Oliver Wood," he began.
They were seated in the library so it was more personal and comfortable for both the students and Oliver. They were sitting on the floor, their tiny eyes staring back into his and he was sitting in a chair almost as if he was about to read them a story.
"Hi Oliver!" they all responded together like a choir which made Oliver feel more relaxed straight away. It made him remember he wasn't giving a motivational talk for a panel of world wide representatives but merely for a group of First Year students who all thought he was invincible anyway!
He chuckled a little and then kept talking. "I am the Keeper for the Puddlemere United side in Quidditch. I'm not here to tell you the rules of Quidditch, although I'd love to, I'm here to tell you why being involved in sport is good for you. Whether you play for an international league or simply the local club being active is important to the development of every single person in the room. Even you!" he added gesturing towards a shy little redhead towards the back of the room. She turned red and giggled and then looked back at Oliver starstruck.
Oliver was about to continue when a loud thud was heard from behind one of the book shelves.
An older looking student came running out of that section and was about to dart right out of the library when they paused and realised they were in the middle of one of Oliver's talks.
"Uh... I'm so sorry!" gasped Hermione, peering out from behind the hair that was in her face, covering her watery and red eyes.
"Uh don't worry," replied Oliver, aware that all of the First Years were watching this scenario with great interest. "Are you okay?"
"Fine, just fine," she answered and ran out of the library faster than ever before, positively mortified as Oliver continued his talk.