A/N: Alrighty, here it is, the wonderful disclaimer. I own none of the
original characters from Hogwarts, such as Oliver Wood, the Weasleys, any
of the professors, Katie Bell, or Angelina Johnson. They are all the
creation of JK Rowling. The MacCleods are mine, as well as any other names
not in the books. By the way, I'm going to add a little side note here,
about "Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix." Yes, it is the fifth
book. And yes, it is of JK Rowling's creation. SO LET THE WOMAN GET THE
BOOK PUBLISHED BEFORE YOU START WRITING YOUR VARIANTS OF IT!!! That SO
annoys me! Another thing. Mary Sue, Mary Jane, whatever. Classify my story
however you want to, but it's my story, I wrote it...and I'm not saying
your writings are wishy-washy POSs, am I? Thank you. Oh yeah, any of the
spells in here that aren't from the books are compliments of Myanda and
Bertie Rooster. You guys are totally artistic when it comes to spells!!
"Okay, I am so not in the mood for classes, it isn't funny," Katie declared over breakfast. Fred snorted.
"You weren't! I was just being named captain of the Chudley Cannons! You think I wanted to wake up just to go to some stupid Transfigurations class…um…good morning, Prof. McGonagall, and how did you sleep last evening?" Fred spoke smoothly. Prof. McGonagall raised one disapproving eyebrow and kept walking on to the head table.
"Chudley Cannons? I'd rather play for the Wigtown Wanderers," Bethany said.
"The Wanderers? Why them? They aren't that great," Oliver spoke up. Mac rolled her eyes.
"Yeah, duh! That's why they need me! Besides, they have the best mascot. A meat cleaver!" she announced. Fred and George clapped.
"Bloody hell, I think I love you, woman! We need more meat cleaver loving women 'round this place, make it more bleedin' interestin'," George put in. Oliver smiled. Angelina and Katie giggled.
"Yeah. Anyway, I'm off to the tower to pick up my stuff for class, see you there, all. And, Fred, George? Please, go easy on McGonagall, okay? I want her in a good mood later today, I have to talk to her about quidditch. Later!" Bethany flounced off. Oliver chuckled.
"She certainly is full of energy," he said.
"Sounds like an endearing quality, eh?" Fred asked.
"No," Oliver replied quickly, "I just meant we could use someone like that on the team!" Katie nodded.
"Sure you did." Oliver stood.
"I really don't have to take this," he said jokingly. "I think I'll be on my way to class."
"Hurry and catch up, darling!" George called out behind him.
* * * * * * * * * *
"Hey, Bethany, wait up!" Mac spun around quickly from talking to Cedric Diggory.
"I'll talk to you later, Cedric, okay?" He gave her a hug and walked on down the corridor. "Hi, Oliver, forget something for class?"
"Uh, no, not really. Just…thought…thought you might like some company. I mean, after all, you are new here and don't really know anyone yet or your way around…Speaking of which, what did Cedric want?" he said.
"Nothing really, just wanted to welcome me to Hogwarts. We met a last year at Cowlings, he was there as an exchange student. A real sweetie. And talk about a know-it-all in Potions. He was my father's favorite student!" She rolled her eyes. "It is awful sweet of you to walk with me. To tell you the truth, I'm not exactly sure which way to go, I was glad Cedric stopped me. Now I don't have to ask a Hufflepuff for directions to the Gryffindor tower!"
"Nah, he wouldn't know anyway. But I'll show you, come on! Snape'll kill us if we're late for Potions!" Ten minutes later the pair rushed into the dungeon classroom. Snape was nowhere in sight.
"Thank goodness! I'm not looking forward to this class anyway, the last thing I needed was a ticked off Prof.!" Bethany said, slumping down into her seat. Oliver took his seat next to her. "Say, isn't Hufflepuff the other house here?"
"Yep, they are. Cedric'll be here…" he trailed off. "Great, can't wait for that, watching her watching him," he muttered under his breath.
"What?" Mac asked. Oliver shook his head. Just then, Snape walked in. Oliver leaned over.
"Hey," he whispered, " just make sure, whatever you do, don't mouth off to him. He hates that, and if a Gryffindor so much as sneezes, he's liable to take points away."
"Alright…but what makes you think I'd mouth off? Just because I'm an American Southern girl and rather outspoken…" she trailed off as Prof. Snape cleared his throat. He began speaking of assignments and punishments for the year. Bethany tuned him out.
"And if I wanted to find a bezoar, Miss MacCleod, where would you look?" Professor Snape questioned. Oliver nudged her after a moment. "Miss MacCleod?" She looked up at him.
"I honestly do not know, good sir, nor do I really give a rat's-" Oliver slapped his hand over her mouth. Snape's eyebrows scrunched together in anger.
"Is that so? Well, I should think that you-"
"Prof. Snape, I know!" Cedric broke in. Snape whirled around.
"Did I ask you, Mr. Diggory?" he snarled.
"Of course not, sir, but you would look for a bezoar in the stomach or intestines of some animals, like goats, perhaps. See, problem solved!" Cedric announced, narrowing his eyes. Snape glared at him, but said nothing. A half hour later, class was dismissed.
"Okay, I am so not in the mood for classes, it isn't funny," Katie declared over breakfast. Fred snorted.
"You weren't! I was just being named captain of the Chudley Cannons! You think I wanted to wake up just to go to some stupid Transfigurations class…um…good morning, Prof. McGonagall, and how did you sleep last evening?" Fred spoke smoothly. Prof. McGonagall raised one disapproving eyebrow and kept walking on to the head table.
"Chudley Cannons? I'd rather play for the Wigtown Wanderers," Bethany said.
"The Wanderers? Why them? They aren't that great," Oliver spoke up. Mac rolled her eyes.
"Yeah, duh! That's why they need me! Besides, they have the best mascot. A meat cleaver!" she announced. Fred and George clapped.
"Bloody hell, I think I love you, woman! We need more meat cleaver loving women 'round this place, make it more bleedin' interestin'," George put in. Oliver smiled. Angelina and Katie giggled.
"Yeah. Anyway, I'm off to the tower to pick up my stuff for class, see you there, all. And, Fred, George? Please, go easy on McGonagall, okay? I want her in a good mood later today, I have to talk to her about quidditch. Later!" Bethany flounced off. Oliver chuckled.
"She certainly is full of energy," he said.
"Sounds like an endearing quality, eh?" Fred asked.
"No," Oliver replied quickly, "I just meant we could use someone like that on the team!" Katie nodded.
"Sure you did." Oliver stood.
"I really don't have to take this," he said jokingly. "I think I'll be on my way to class."
"Hurry and catch up, darling!" George called out behind him.
* * * * * * * * * *
"Hey, Bethany, wait up!" Mac spun around quickly from talking to Cedric Diggory.
"I'll talk to you later, Cedric, okay?" He gave her a hug and walked on down the corridor. "Hi, Oliver, forget something for class?"
"Uh, no, not really. Just…thought…thought you might like some company. I mean, after all, you are new here and don't really know anyone yet or your way around…Speaking of which, what did Cedric want?" he said.
"Nothing really, just wanted to welcome me to Hogwarts. We met a last year at Cowlings, he was there as an exchange student. A real sweetie. And talk about a know-it-all in Potions. He was my father's favorite student!" She rolled her eyes. "It is awful sweet of you to walk with me. To tell you the truth, I'm not exactly sure which way to go, I was glad Cedric stopped me. Now I don't have to ask a Hufflepuff for directions to the Gryffindor tower!"
"Nah, he wouldn't know anyway. But I'll show you, come on! Snape'll kill us if we're late for Potions!" Ten minutes later the pair rushed into the dungeon classroom. Snape was nowhere in sight.
"Thank goodness! I'm not looking forward to this class anyway, the last thing I needed was a ticked off Prof.!" Bethany said, slumping down into her seat. Oliver took his seat next to her. "Say, isn't Hufflepuff the other house here?"
"Yep, they are. Cedric'll be here…" he trailed off. "Great, can't wait for that, watching her watching him," he muttered under his breath.
"What?" Mac asked. Oliver shook his head. Just then, Snape walked in. Oliver leaned over.
"Hey," he whispered, " just make sure, whatever you do, don't mouth off to him. He hates that, and if a Gryffindor so much as sneezes, he's liable to take points away."
"Alright…but what makes you think I'd mouth off? Just because I'm an American Southern girl and rather outspoken…" she trailed off as Prof. Snape cleared his throat. He began speaking of assignments and punishments for the year. Bethany tuned him out.
"And if I wanted to find a bezoar, Miss MacCleod, where would you look?" Professor Snape questioned. Oliver nudged her after a moment. "Miss MacCleod?" She looked up at him.
"I honestly do not know, good sir, nor do I really give a rat's-" Oliver slapped his hand over her mouth. Snape's eyebrows scrunched together in anger.
"Is that so? Well, I should think that you-"
"Prof. Snape, I know!" Cedric broke in. Snape whirled around.
"Did I ask you, Mr. Diggory?" he snarled.
"Of course not, sir, but you would look for a bezoar in the stomach or intestines of some animals, like goats, perhaps. See, problem solved!" Cedric announced, narrowing his eyes. Snape glared at him, but said nothing. A half hour later, class was dismissed.
