*I just realised that my chapters are getting shorter, they are beyond short so I'll try to lengthen them...I tried my best but this is where this chapter stops.*
Katie was stressed. It had been a month after their first practice but they were already playing Ravenclaw tomorrow. Oliver had recently gone mad, walking around the halls muttering about quidditch and Roger Davies. He knew that Roger still liked Katie, maybe even loved her. he was afraid of losing more than just their first match, he was afraid of losing Katie. He ran his fingers through his hair, wondering if Katie still had feelings for Roger. When they had been together, he thought, feeling sick, together, huh! they were practically married, the couple of the school. He scowled. I don't want to lose her, worst of all to that flirt, Davies. Oliver took his seat at the back of History Of Magic class and took out his miniature quidditch set, sure that Professor Binns wouldn't notice as he continued to droll on and on about ancient trolls.
Katie spent the whole of her Transfiguration class thinking of the impending game. Roger, Roger, Roger, his name kept repeating in her head. her opponent, her ex. I can't lose to him, I just can't. He's ruined my life enough already. Katie wanted to throw a huge tantrum right then and there but she knew it wouldn't go over too well with Mcgonagall. Roger Davies ought to rot in hell, she thought angrily, banging her fist on the table, attracting the attention of a few surrounding students. Professor Mcgonagall glared at her and returned to teaching. Katie forced herself to pay attention and forget about Roger Davies.
Roger Davies stared at Professor Trelawney's desk, not really seeing it. Tomorrow, he thought, the first game of the season. He knew that he should be thinking about the team's strategies as they were playing Gryffindor, one of the best teams in school, no, make that the best if it wasn't for those cheating Slytherins, he admitted reluctantly. but all he could think about was Katie Bell, attractive Gryffindor chaser. How was he supposed to concentrate on the game if she was going to be playing? He sighed, she was so beautiful, the way the sunlight plays with her hair, urging him to run his fingers through it; the way she laughs, when her whole face lights up and white perfect teeth were revealed; the way her robes fit perfectly around her, flowing gracefully every time she moves, folds resting gently at her sides when she sat; Ravenclaw's going to lose if he can't get a grip on his mind. He still remembered the last time he was with her, the last day they were together. They were practicing quiddtich, when she managed to steal the quaffle from him, how she laughed, playfully sticking out her tongue at him, how he chased her around the pitch, finally grabbing her and pulling her off her broom onto his. Her laughter slowly ceased and she smiled, looking at him. As the broomstick floated to the ground, they kissed, their last kiss. That was the last time he felt her lips, the last time he laughed with her. He missed those times, he missed not being able to wrap his arms around her and call her his own. Seeing her with Oliver made his blood boil. Silently seething with anger, he thought, Oliver Wood's gonna pay tomorrow.
*There...sorry if it's boring, i've decided to follow your advise,Katrina. Game should be up in a week's time. maybe sooner if I'm too lazy to study. *
Katie was stressed. It had been a month after their first practice but they were already playing Ravenclaw tomorrow. Oliver had recently gone mad, walking around the halls muttering about quidditch and Roger Davies. He knew that Roger still liked Katie, maybe even loved her. he was afraid of losing more than just their first match, he was afraid of losing Katie. He ran his fingers through his hair, wondering if Katie still had feelings for Roger. When they had been together, he thought, feeling sick, together, huh! they were practically married, the couple of the school. He scowled. I don't want to lose her, worst of all to that flirt, Davies. Oliver took his seat at the back of History Of Magic class and took out his miniature quidditch set, sure that Professor Binns wouldn't notice as he continued to droll on and on about ancient trolls.
Katie spent the whole of her Transfiguration class thinking of the impending game. Roger, Roger, Roger, his name kept repeating in her head. her opponent, her ex. I can't lose to him, I just can't. He's ruined my life enough already. Katie wanted to throw a huge tantrum right then and there but she knew it wouldn't go over too well with Mcgonagall. Roger Davies ought to rot in hell, she thought angrily, banging her fist on the table, attracting the attention of a few surrounding students. Professor Mcgonagall glared at her and returned to teaching. Katie forced herself to pay attention and forget about Roger Davies.
Roger Davies stared at Professor Trelawney's desk, not really seeing it. Tomorrow, he thought, the first game of the season. He knew that he should be thinking about the team's strategies as they were playing Gryffindor, one of the best teams in school, no, make that the best if it wasn't for those cheating Slytherins, he admitted reluctantly. but all he could think about was Katie Bell, attractive Gryffindor chaser. How was he supposed to concentrate on the game if she was going to be playing? He sighed, she was so beautiful, the way the sunlight plays with her hair, urging him to run his fingers through it; the way she laughs, when her whole face lights up and white perfect teeth were revealed; the way her robes fit perfectly around her, flowing gracefully every time she moves, folds resting gently at her sides when she sat; Ravenclaw's going to lose if he can't get a grip on his mind. He still remembered the last time he was with her, the last day they were together. They were practicing quiddtich, when she managed to steal the quaffle from him, how she laughed, playfully sticking out her tongue at him, how he chased her around the pitch, finally grabbing her and pulling her off her broom onto his. Her laughter slowly ceased and she smiled, looking at him. As the broomstick floated to the ground, they kissed, their last kiss. That was the last time he felt her lips, the last time he laughed with her. He missed those times, he missed not being able to wrap his arms around her and call her his own. Seeing her with Oliver made his blood boil. Silently seething with anger, he thought, Oliver Wood's gonna pay tomorrow.
*There...sorry if it's boring, i've decided to follow your advise,Katrina. Game should be up in a week's time. maybe sooner if I'm too lazy to study. *