I am in no way associated with JK Rowling, Harry Potter, etc. I own my own rights to Katarina Aburne and my friend has rights to Anju Brookshire, and I would prefer if no printouts of this is made. Please enjoy and review!
It was an early morning, brisk and clear. The dew on the grass of the quidditch field was fresh and the air was sweet smelling of fall. The Gryffindor quidditch team had practiced for the past two hours, and Captain Wood didn't seem to notice the groaning from the other players as they ran yet another drill for the millionth time. A fairly tall bushy haired seventh year sat far in the corner of the stands, with a cloak around herself, and over her face.
"You're insane, Wood," A Weasley shouted from the goalpost.
"I would have thought you'd know that by now, George," Wood shook his head seriously.
"We've run the bloody play a thousand times already! Give it a break, man!" Fred intruded.
Wood scanned the field and stands, using his hand to block the sunlight. "That girl has been there everyday this week, does anyone know her?"
Angelina snuck up behind George, a hand on her hip. "That's Katarina Aburne, she's that horrid seventh year, remember?"
Fred laughed. "The wicked witch look-a-like?"
George joined in, putting a hand on Wood's shoulder to restrain himself from falling over laughing. "Remember last Halloween?!"
The entire team roared with insane laughing. Wood even forced a grin.
"I've never heard of her before," He lied.
Katarina, in the stands, heard every word of it. Without showing any anger, she hurried off back inside.
The team slowly started to sneak toward the locker room while Wood spaced out. They were hallway there when he turned around, and ran past them into the locker room.
"What's up with him?" Katie walked with Angelina, and raised an eyebrow.
Fred and George shrugged simultaneously. The team all went in and changed, and Wood was already done. Oliver wiped sweat off of his face as he walked quickly down the stairs to the Great Hall, and saw Katarina sitting alone in the corner, with a book in hand. He walked over to her, and sat across from her.
"What's the deal? I see you there everyday,"
She tried to hide herself in the book, and didn't say anything. He leaned forward and pulled the book down. Kat looked down at the table, not wanting to look at him. There were tears inside her eyes, but she didn't cry. Wood looked down at what she was reading. It was a bunch of quidditch plays scribbled down, an entire journal filled. He raised an eyebrow as his mind started to wonder off thinking about them.
A second later, Wood shook out of it and looked back up at her.
"Into quidditch?" He asked, trying to get her to say something.
Kat nodded, and closed the book. She began to make a move to leave, but Wood stopped her.
"Listen, I heard what the team was saying about you, and I'm sorry they were being rude."
She still didn't say anything. Her frizzy and greasy hair covered one of her eyes. Wood finally became frustrated and left up for the dormitory, running into Fred and George on the way there.
"Got a hot date, Wood?" Fred snickered. George then started to make kissing noises right into his ear as he followed him up to the dorm.
Oliver rolled his eyes, as he muttered quietly to the fat lady. "Deertail."
He entered, with Fred and George following, and grabbed his books and such for his first class of the day, Transfiguration. After a few minutes of listening to the twins ramble on, he left for McGonagall's room.
As usual, Kat was already there talking to the professor. Wood entered, and realized he was only the second person to arrive. McGonagall gave him a surprised look.
"There is a first time for everything, I suppose." She looked at the clock, and then back to Oliver, who forced a fake grin.
Professor McGonagall whispered something to Kat and handed her a piece of parchment. Kat took the paper and walked out of the room. Oliver took a seat close to the front of the room.
"I hear good things about the team this year, Wood. This just might be the year we win them all," She said.
He sighed and laughed a little. "Of course,"
They talked on for a while, until other Gryffindors started to show up. Class began, and after several lectures, ended. He went through the rest of the day with potions, history, and muggle studies. At the end of his last class he rushed up the stairs.
Down at the end of the hall, Marcus Flint was following Katarina strangely. Wood followed at a distance, keeping a close eye on Flint. They turned a corner and before Oliver could see anything, all he heard was yelling from Kat.
"Marcus give it back!"
Wood finally saw what happened. Flint had taken her quidditch notebook, and was getting away with it. He tore off after him, pushing aside other people and gaining on Flint, who heard him coming and stopped.
"Is that your new way of winning? Stealing from another because you're too stupid to think for yourself?"
Marcus grinned, and held the book in front of him. "What's it to you, Wood? What will you do about it, anyways?"
"Give me the book, Flint, or I'll take this up with Dumbeldore."
"Letting the old man do your work again… it's getting so obvious that you can't even handle your own problems,"
Kat heard the voices, and walked over to them, a distressed look in her cheeks.
"Now you're letting a girl do it for you? That's low…" Flint laughed.
"Just leave her out of this, this is you and me."
A crowd started to gather around them. Kat muttered softly toward Oliver. "Don't… please."
Marcus was getting frustrated with having the people stare; he stepped forward and grabbed Kat, and threw her into the wall. Wood watched her hit the wall, then surged forward at Marcus, knocking him to the floor. Marcus forced Wood off him and punched him straight in the nose, making a stream of blood drip down his mouth. Wood pushed Flint away, and aimed a punch right at his mouth. Blood splashed into the air, and the crowd went mad.
Professors Snape and Hooch came running down the hall, pushing the crowd aside. Snape grabbed Wood violently by the arm and pulled him to his feet. His eyes glowed with anger, and the professor dragged him down to Dumbeldore's office, followed by Madam Hooch and Flint. Snape opened the door and threw Oliver into a chair. Flint walked in and sat a few chairs away from Wood, and gave him a nasty look.
It was an early morning, brisk and clear. The dew on the grass of the quidditch field was fresh and the air was sweet smelling of fall. The Gryffindor quidditch team had practiced for the past two hours, and Captain Wood didn't seem to notice the groaning from the other players as they ran yet another drill for the millionth time. A fairly tall bushy haired seventh year sat far in the corner of the stands, with a cloak around herself, and over her face.
"You're insane, Wood," A Weasley shouted from the goalpost.
"I would have thought you'd know that by now, George," Wood shook his head seriously.
"We've run the bloody play a thousand times already! Give it a break, man!" Fred intruded.
Wood scanned the field and stands, using his hand to block the sunlight. "That girl has been there everyday this week, does anyone know her?"
Angelina snuck up behind George, a hand on her hip. "That's Katarina Aburne, she's that horrid seventh year, remember?"
Fred laughed. "The wicked witch look-a-like?"
George joined in, putting a hand on Wood's shoulder to restrain himself from falling over laughing. "Remember last Halloween?!"
The entire team roared with insane laughing. Wood even forced a grin.
"I've never heard of her before," He lied.
Katarina, in the stands, heard every word of it. Without showing any anger, she hurried off back inside.
The team slowly started to sneak toward the locker room while Wood spaced out. They were hallway there when he turned around, and ran past them into the locker room.
"What's up with him?" Katie walked with Angelina, and raised an eyebrow.
Fred and George shrugged simultaneously. The team all went in and changed, and Wood was already done. Oliver wiped sweat off of his face as he walked quickly down the stairs to the Great Hall, and saw Katarina sitting alone in the corner, with a book in hand. He walked over to her, and sat across from her.
"What's the deal? I see you there everyday,"
She tried to hide herself in the book, and didn't say anything. He leaned forward and pulled the book down. Kat looked down at the table, not wanting to look at him. There were tears inside her eyes, but she didn't cry. Wood looked down at what she was reading. It was a bunch of quidditch plays scribbled down, an entire journal filled. He raised an eyebrow as his mind started to wonder off thinking about them.
A second later, Wood shook out of it and looked back up at her.
"Into quidditch?" He asked, trying to get her to say something.
Kat nodded, and closed the book. She began to make a move to leave, but Wood stopped her.
"Listen, I heard what the team was saying about you, and I'm sorry they were being rude."
She still didn't say anything. Her frizzy and greasy hair covered one of her eyes. Wood finally became frustrated and left up for the dormitory, running into Fred and George on the way there.
"Got a hot date, Wood?" Fred snickered. George then started to make kissing noises right into his ear as he followed him up to the dorm.
Oliver rolled his eyes, as he muttered quietly to the fat lady. "Deertail."
He entered, with Fred and George following, and grabbed his books and such for his first class of the day, Transfiguration. After a few minutes of listening to the twins ramble on, he left for McGonagall's room.
As usual, Kat was already there talking to the professor. Wood entered, and realized he was only the second person to arrive. McGonagall gave him a surprised look.
"There is a first time for everything, I suppose." She looked at the clock, and then back to Oliver, who forced a fake grin.
Professor McGonagall whispered something to Kat and handed her a piece of parchment. Kat took the paper and walked out of the room. Oliver took a seat close to the front of the room.
"I hear good things about the team this year, Wood. This just might be the year we win them all," She said.
He sighed and laughed a little. "Of course,"
They talked on for a while, until other Gryffindors started to show up. Class began, and after several lectures, ended. He went through the rest of the day with potions, history, and muggle studies. At the end of his last class he rushed up the stairs.
Down at the end of the hall, Marcus Flint was following Katarina strangely. Wood followed at a distance, keeping a close eye on Flint. They turned a corner and before Oliver could see anything, all he heard was yelling from Kat.
"Marcus give it back!"
Wood finally saw what happened. Flint had taken her quidditch notebook, and was getting away with it. He tore off after him, pushing aside other people and gaining on Flint, who heard him coming and stopped.
"Is that your new way of winning? Stealing from another because you're too stupid to think for yourself?"
Marcus grinned, and held the book in front of him. "What's it to you, Wood? What will you do about it, anyways?"
"Give me the book, Flint, or I'll take this up with Dumbeldore."
"Letting the old man do your work again… it's getting so obvious that you can't even handle your own problems,"
Kat heard the voices, and walked over to them, a distressed look in her cheeks.
"Now you're letting a girl do it for you? That's low…" Flint laughed.
"Just leave her out of this, this is you and me."
A crowd started to gather around them. Kat muttered softly toward Oliver. "Don't… please."
Marcus was getting frustrated with having the people stare; he stepped forward and grabbed Kat, and threw her into the wall. Wood watched her hit the wall, then surged forward at Marcus, knocking him to the floor. Marcus forced Wood off him and punched him straight in the nose, making a stream of blood drip down his mouth. Wood pushed Flint away, and aimed a punch right at his mouth. Blood splashed into the air, and the crowd went mad.
Professors Snape and Hooch came running down the hall, pushing the crowd aside. Snape grabbed Wood violently by the arm and pulled him to his feet. His eyes glowed with anger, and the professor dragged him down to Dumbeldore's office, followed by Madam Hooch and Flint. Snape opened the door and threw Oliver into a chair. Flint walked in and sat a few chairs away from Wood, and gave him a nasty look.