Oliver's lifestory
Dear Journal,
This is Oliver Wood writing, anyone there? No? Good, just checking. I went to school with a girl who had a diary that wrote back to her, it was You- Know-Who's old diary where he preserved his 16 year old self. Scary huh? I'm just going back to the original reason I started this. . . not so manly thing, to tell about my life. It has been six years since I graduated from Hogwarts and I spend my time well. After school I got into professional quiddicth. For the first four years of my life I played for Puddlemere United and I did well, two years ago I transferred to an American Team; The Soldiers. It's paid very well, on of my muggleborn friends call me the wizardingworlds Bill Gates, I have no Idea who he is, but he is apparently very rich!
My love life is . . . nonexistent. You would think that I have plenty who would love to be my girlfriend, and there is but none because they think I have a great personality and would like to get to know me better. How would you feel if you could never really know if your girlfriend wanted you for the money and the fame or for you?
My friends is taking me to New York, next week. Hope to meet someone there. Cross pages for me would you?
-Oliver 'lonely' Wood-
Dear Journal,
This is Oliver Wood writing, anyone there? No? Good, just checking. I went to school with a girl who had a diary that wrote back to her, it was You- Know-Who's old diary where he preserved his 16 year old self. Scary huh? I'm just going back to the original reason I started this. . . not so manly thing, to tell about my life. It has been six years since I graduated from Hogwarts and I spend my time well. After school I got into professional quiddicth. For the first four years of my life I played for Puddlemere United and I did well, two years ago I transferred to an American Team; The Soldiers. It's paid very well, on of my muggleborn friends call me the wizardingworlds Bill Gates, I have no Idea who he is, but he is apparently very rich!
My love life is . . . nonexistent. You would think that I have plenty who would love to be my girlfriend, and there is but none because they think I have a great personality and would like to get to know me better. How would you feel if you could never really know if your girlfriend wanted you for the money and the fame or for you?
My friends is taking me to New York, next week. Hope to meet someone there. Cross pages for me would you?
-Oliver 'lonely' Wood-
