Wizarding world and muggle world
Sometimes I get so weird I even freak myself out
I laugh myself to sleep it's my lullaby
Sometimes I drive so fast just to feel the danger
I want to scream it maks me feel alive
(Anything But Ordinary by Avril Lavigne)
Jenna stumbled out of the fireplace at the 'Leaky Cauldron'. 'So this is it! My home for the next week. All alone in a city I don't know, very well!' she thought sarcastically. Everyone eyed her suspicious. Jenna grabbed her trunk and the cage with her owl TinĂºviel and went to the bar to ask the bartender where her room was.
"Hi! My name's Cooper, Jenna Cooper. My parents rent a room for me for the next week!" she said unsurely. "Ahh, yes! I remember, wait a moment before I'll help you to get your luggage to your room!" the bartender said with a smile plastered on his face which showed only a few left teeth. "Okay!" she shouted after him as he ran away into the kitchen.
"Hey, may I help you?" a tall young man with brown hair and brown eyes asked her as he sat beside her. "No, not really, the bartender said I should wait here for him and then he'll help me with my luggage, but thanks anyways!" Jenna smiled at him. "Ok then. How long will you stay here? And most important, what is your name?" he asked beaming at her. "Oh my name's Jenna, Jenna Cooper and I'll stay here for a week! And what's your name? You look familiar but I can't place you at the moment!" She questioned with a confused look on her face. "Well, my name's Oliver Wood, perhaps you saw me on TV or something like that. I played Quidditch for the...!" he didn't came to finish his sentence, because Tom came back into view and asked Jenna to give him her trunk and follow him. "Would you care to join me here downstairs when you've unpacked?" Oliver shouted after the girl he just met. "Sure!" came the reply.
Ok perhaps she was a little too young for him but did it really matter in his life anymore? It all crashed down on him again. Why he was here and where he wanted to go. Last week his doctor told him that he wasn't able to play professionally Quidditch anymore since he was hit by a bludger and there was a chance if he got hit again that he couldn't walk anymore. And then yesterday there came a letter from Dumbledore telling him that he should be the new flying teacher at Hogwarts because Madame Hooch had retired last year. Oliver accepted this offer because he couldn't find another job.
Here he sat drowning himself with whiskey, he just turned 21 and his young career already ended. And now there was this girl, Jenna, she was a little bit familiar but he couldn't place her either, he didn't know her but mysteriously she gave him hope and the feeling that he was needed. She was perhaps 16 or 17 and it seemed that she was going to Hogwarts from now on since she stayed only one week.
'I need another whiskey! It just becomes too much, I lost my career, I would be a teacher a job I thought I would never do and a job I despised above everything else. I would teach plump first years how to fly. This will be very funny, ha ha! I'm falling off my chair!' Oliver thought sarcastically.
"Is someone in there? Hello? I thought you wanted to chat with me and now you daze off into space! HELLO?" Jenna said waving a hand in front of his face. 'He's really handsome when he's got this thinking facial expression!' "I'm sorry what did you just say?" he asked confused. They went over to a table in a far corner where the light was very dim but it was cozy. "Well, I found you in this dreamy state and you didn't respond when I talked to you! So, what were you saying before I went off unpacking, you couldn't finish!" she smiled at him. "Oh yes, I said perhaps you saw me on TV or something like that because I played Quidditch for Puddlemere United! It seems to me that you like Quidditch and even play it by yourself!" "Me? Playing Quidditch? Never! Brooms and I, we don't like each other, though I look Quidditch very often but only German Quidditch, but did you play at the World Cup last year?" she said all this in one breath. "Yeah I played!" Oliver said sadly. "But you said you played Quidditch! Don't you play anymore?" Jenna asked curiously. "No, I had a few accidents and the last one was a bit too hard as it seems and now I'm not allowed to play anymore." he just stared at his glass of whiskey. "Hey! What about we go out tonight? Hm? What do you think? An experience trip through muggle London?" she wanted him to be a little bit happier and to go out was the first thing which came to her mind for getting to be in a good mood. "No, I don't think I want to, and I don't think you've quite the right age to got out! What would your parents say? And if they find you together with me I'm the one responsible!" he answered gulping down the rest of his whiskey. "Hey I'm 16 and my parents say I'm old enough to do what I want and to live my life when I'm young enough for it! And I can style myself as if I was 21! Oh come on muggles aren't this bad and you can have fun with them. I'm talking out of experience, I'm a pureblood witch who grew up between muggles. So come on we're leaving!" Jenna said exasperated and pulling at his robes and dragging him out of the entrance of the 'Leaky Cauldorn' into muggle London.
Oliver wasn't at all excited to go out with her, she was just 16 and not 18, besides he was very drunk. 'Oh god, if they caught us, I'd be in a shit as deep as hell!' he thought. "Ahh, Oliver come on, don't look like that you seem as if you have made things like this, too, don't you? If they caught us, you could always say that we're not together there and that you didn't know that I was just 16, ok?" she asked him half pleading and pouted a little. He just nodded as an answer. "Ok, come on perform this spell on me and then I'll wear something that I think of is appropriate and with what I think I'll look like 18!" she commanded and handed him a piece of parchment. Oliver muttered the charm and looked at her. Now she wore a knee- long light pink skirt with a white light see-through top and to perfect her dress she wore white slippers with heels which made here just a little bit taller.
Jenna stood there not knowing what to do since he was staring at her and didn't say a word. He just gaped at her. 'Oh my god she looks like a girl from a muggle college!' he thought totally perplexed. "Oliver? Breath! Don't say I look horrible, I'd be offended! Oliver! Shut your mouth or you'll catch flies!" she waved a hand in front of his face. He blinked at her and shook his head. "You look gorgeous! How did you do that?" he asked confused taking her hand to make her stop waving before his eyes. "My Mum, taught me this spell when I was younger, to get ready before school. You must know I always overslept!" she giggled a little bit as she remembered how often her mother had to drive her to school because she overslept and missed the bus. "So, now perform it yourself, but hold my hand so that I can think of some things for you to wear. Go on!" she said taking his hand in hers. Again he muttered the spell and after that he stood in front of her in blue baggy pants and a white shirt and matching adidas sneakers. "You look gorgeous yourself!" she retorted grabbing his hand and dragging him along.
After ten minutes of walking they arrived at a club which apparently had just opened. They payed for the entrance and soon the music was beating in their ears. They went dancing and a short time after that the rest of the dancing people was invisible to them. "Jenna come on, let's grab something to drink!" Oliver shouted oversounding the music. "Yeah, ok!" she screamed back. Oliver grabbed her hand and led her to the bar. There he ordered two drinks. As they got them Jenna motioned him to follow her to a table in a far corner. There they sat down.
"So, Jenna, where do you exactly come from? Tell me everything about you, your family, your friends and everything else!" he said curious to find out more about her. "Well, there isn't much to tell. My name is Jenna Cooper, I'm 16, but you know that. I come from Germany, I'm a pureblood witch, I've got two siblings, in the mornings I went to a muggle school, in the evenings I learned to do magic, my best friends are muggles and that's it, basically!" she answered his question. "Wait, why would you go to a muggle school, if you were magical? I mean, I know no one else who grew up between witches and wizards who went to a muggle school!" he said looking around him to study the faces of the people around him. "I don't know, I guess, I just wanted to! And you? What about..." Jenna was in mid-sentence when someone tapped her on the shoulder.
"Would you like to dance?" a greasy looking man mumbled drunkenly into her face. "No, thanks I'm making a break at the moment! And besides I'm in a conversation at the moment as you see!" She answered the man. "No, you're coming to dance with me right now!" he said and grabbed her at the elbow. "NO!" she cried.
"Mister! Mister! Stop it, you heard the young lady, she doesn't want to dance with you! So please leave her alone!" Oliver said as calm as he could. "Young lady? You're good, this girl here has to learn to obey older people and not to speak against them!" the man answered letting go of Jenna's arm and approaching Oliver while shooting daggers at him. "Is that so? Where I come from I was taught to respect every people, to be a gentleman and not to be rude in the presence of a lady!" Oliver said still calm.
"Oliver, please let us go! He isn't worth a conversation! Let's go back to the hotel!" Jenna said laying a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "Yeah, let's go! This club isn't very good!" they turned around to go to the exit but the man suddenly took Jenna by her shoulders and held a knife at her neck. "She promised me a dance, already forgotten?" he said with an innocent smile on his face. "Let go of her!" Oliver said through gritted teeth and grabbed into his pocket to get out his wand, but Jenna shot him a look, which said 'Don't do it! Everyone will find out!'. Oliver let go of his wand and drew his hand out of his pocket again. "No, I won't! I'll have some fun with her now!" the man answered showing his disgusting teeth.
Oliver ran towards him and snatched the knife out of his hand before the man could even realize what was going on. In the next moment Oliver grabbed Jenna's wrist and ran out of the club with her onto the street and apparated them back to the 'Leaky Cauldron'.
Back at the 'Leaky Cauldron' Jenna began to speak the first time since he rescued her. "Thanks, Oliver, I was so frightened as I felt the knife at my throat. Thanks!" she said and then fainted against his chest. Oliver lifted her up in his arms and went to the bar, asking Tom which room was hers and Tom told him that she lived in room 14 next to his room. Oliver brought her up and laid her gently on the bed and sat himself in a comfortable chair. And soon he was asleep sitting in a chair next to her bed and holding her hand.
AN: Chapter 2, Yuhuuu! Hope you liked it! Please R+R! Thanks WildChildStina
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot.
Sometimes I get so weird I even freak myself out
I laugh myself to sleep it's my lullaby
Sometimes I drive so fast just to feel the danger
I want to scream it maks me feel alive
(Anything But Ordinary by Avril Lavigne)
Jenna stumbled out of the fireplace at the 'Leaky Cauldron'. 'So this is it! My home for the next week. All alone in a city I don't know, very well!' she thought sarcastically. Everyone eyed her suspicious. Jenna grabbed her trunk and the cage with her owl TinĂºviel and went to the bar to ask the bartender where her room was.
"Hi! My name's Cooper, Jenna Cooper. My parents rent a room for me for the next week!" she said unsurely. "Ahh, yes! I remember, wait a moment before I'll help you to get your luggage to your room!" the bartender said with a smile plastered on his face which showed only a few left teeth. "Okay!" she shouted after him as he ran away into the kitchen.
"Hey, may I help you?" a tall young man with brown hair and brown eyes asked her as he sat beside her. "No, not really, the bartender said I should wait here for him and then he'll help me with my luggage, but thanks anyways!" Jenna smiled at him. "Ok then. How long will you stay here? And most important, what is your name?" he asked beaming at her. "Oh my name's Jenna, Jenna Cooper and I'll stay here for a week! And what's your name? You look familiar but I can't place you at the moment!" She questioned with a confused look on her face. "Well, my name's Oliver Wood, perhaps you saw me on TV or something like that. I played Quidditch for the...!" he didn't came to finish his sentence, because Tom came back into view and asked Jenna to give him her trunk and follow him. "Would you care to join me here downstairs when you've unpacked?" Oliver shouted after the girl he just met. "Sure!" came the reply.
Ok perhaps she was a little too young for him but did it really matter in his life anymore? It all crashed down on him again. Why he was here and where he wanted to go. Last week his doctor told him that he wasn't able to play professionally Quidditch anymore since he was hit by a bludger and there was a chance if he got hit again that he couldn't walk anymore. And then yesterday there came a letter from Dumbledore telling him that he should be the new flying teacher at Hogwarts because Madame Hooch had retired last year. Oliver accepted this offer because he couldn't find another job.
Here he sat drowning himself with whiskey, he just turned 21 and his young career already ended. And now there was this girl, Jenna, she was a little bit familiar but he couldn't place her either, he didn't know her but mysteriously she gave him hope and the feeling that he was needed. She was perhaps 16 or 17 and it seemed that she was going to Hogwarts from now on since she stayed only one week.
'I need another whiskey! It just becomes too much, I lost my career, I would be a teacher a job I thought I would never do and a job I despised above everything else. I would teach plump first years how to fly. This will be very funny, ha ha! I'm falling off my chair!' Oliver thought sarcastically.
"Is someone in there? Hello? I thought you wanted to chat with me and now you daze off into space! HELLO?" Jenna said waving a hand in front of his face. 'He's really handsome when he's got this thinking facial expression!' "I'm sorry what did you just say?" he asked confused. They went over to a table in a far corner where the light was very dim but it was cozy. "Well, I found you in this dreamy state and you didn't respond when I talked to you! So, what were you saying before I went off unpacking, you couldn't finish!" she smiled at him. "Oh yes, I said perhaps you saw me on TV or something like that because I played Quidditch for Puddlemere United! It seems to me that you like Quidditch and even play it by yourself!" "Me? Playing Quidditch? Never! Brooms and I, we don't like each other, though I look Quidditch very often but only German Quidditch, but did you play at the World Cup last year?" she said all this in one breath. "Yeah I played!" Oliver said sadly. "But you said you played Quidditch! Don't you play anymore?" Jenna asked curiously. "No, I had a few accidents and the last one was a bit too hard as it seems and now I'm not allowed to play anymore." he just stared at his glass of whiskey. "Hey! What about we go out tonight? Hm? What do you think? An experience trip through muggle London?" she wanted him to be a little bit happier and to go out was the first thing which came to her mind for getting to be in a good mood. "No, I don't think I want to, and I don't think you've quite the right age to got out! What would your parents say? And if they find you together with me I'm the one responsible!" he answered gulping down the rest of his whiskey. "Hey I'm 16 and my parents say I'm old enough to do what I want and to live my life when I'm young enough for it! And I can style myself as if I was 21! Oh come on muggles aren't this bad and you can have fun with them. I'm talking out of experience, I'm a pureblood witch who grew up between muggles. So come on we're leaving!" Jenna said exasperated and pulling at his robes and dragging him out of the entrance of the 'Leaky Cauldorn' into muggle London.
Oliver wasn't at all excited to go out with her, she was just 16 and not 18, besides he was very drunk. 'Oh god, if they caught us, I'd be in a shit as deep as hell!' he thought. "Ahh, Oliver come on, don't look like that you seem as if you have made things like this, too, don't you? If they caught us, you could always say that we're not together there and that you didn't know that I was just 16, ok?" she asked him half pleading and pouted a little. He just nodded as an answer. "Ok, come on perform this spell on me and then I'll wear something that I think of is appropriate and with what I think I'll look like 18!" she commanded and handed him a piece of parchment. Oliver muttered the charm and looked at her. Now she wore a knee- long light pink skirt with a white light see-through top and to perfect her dress she wore white slippers with heels which made here just a little bit taller.
Jenna stood there not knowing what to do since he was staring at her and didn't say a word. He just gaped at her. 'Oh my god she looks like a girl from a muggle college!' he thought totally perplexed. "Oliver? Breath! Don't say I look horrible, I'd be offended! Oliver! Shut your mouth or you'll catch flies!" she waved a hand in front of his face. He blinked at her and shook his head. "You look gorgeous! How did you do that?" he asked confused taking her hand to make her stop waving before his eyes. "My Mum, taught me this spell when I was younger, to get ready before school. You must know I always overslept!" she giggled a little bit as she remembered how often her mother had to drive her to school because she overslept and missed the bus. "So, now perform it yourself, but hold my hand so that I can think of some things for you to wear. Go on!" she said taking his hand in hers. Again he muttered the spell and after that he stood in front of her in blue baggy pants and a white shirt and matching adidas sneakers. "You look gorgeous yourself!" she retorted grabbing his hand and dragging him along.
After ten minutes of walking they arrived at a club which apparently had just opened. They payed for the entrance and soon the music was beating in their ears. They went dancing and a short time after that the rest of the dancing people was invisible to them. "Jenna come on, let's grab something to drink!" Oliver shouted oversounding the music. "Yeah, ok!" she screamed back. Oliver grabbed her hand and led her to the bar. There he ordered two drinks. As they got them Jenna motioned him to follow her to a table in a far corner. There they sat down.
"So, Jenna, where do you exactly come from? Tell me everything about you, your family, your friends and everything else!" he said curious to find out more about her. "Well, there isn't much to tell. My name is Jenna Cooper, I'm 16, but you know that. I come from Germany, I'm a pureblood witch, I've got two siblings, in the mornings I went to a muggle school, in the evenings I learned to do magic, my best friends are muggles and that's it, basically!" she answered his question. "Wait, why would you go to a muggle school, if you were magical? I mean, I know no one else who grew up between witches and wizards who went to a muggle school!" he said looking around him to study the faces of the people around him. "I don't know, I guess, I just wanted to! And you? What about..." Jenna was in mid-sentence when someone tapped her on the shoulder.
"Would you like to dance?" a greasy looking man mumbled drunkenly into her face. "No, thanks I'm making a break at the moment! And besides I'm in a conversation at the moment as you see!" She answered the man. "No, you're coming to dance with me right now!" he said and grabbed her at the elbow. "NO!" she cried.
"Mister! Mister! Stop it, you heard the young lady, she doesn't want to dance with you! So please leave her alone!" Oliver said as calm as he could. "Young lady? You're good, this girl here has to learn to obey older people and not to speak against them!" the man answered letting go of Jenna's arm and approaching Oliver while shooting daggers at him. "Is that so? Where I come from I was taught to respect every people, to be a gentleman and not to be rude in the presence of a lady!" Oliver said still calm.
"Oliver, please let us go! He isn't worth a conversation! Let's go back to the hotel!" Jenna said laying a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "Yeah, let's go! This club isn't very good!" they turned around to go to the exit but the man suddenly took Jenna by her shoulders and held a knife at her neck. "She promised me a dance, already forgotten?" he said with an innocent smile on his face. "Let go of her!" Oliver said through gritted teeth and grabbed into his pocket to get out his wand, but Jenna shot him a look, which said 'Don't do it! Everyone will find out!'. Oliver let go of his wand and drew his hand out of his pocket again. "No, I won't! I'll have some fun with her now!" the man answered showing his disgusting teeth.
Oliver ran towards him and snatched the knife out of his hand before the man could even realize what was going on. In the next moment Oliver grabbed Jenna's wrist and ran out of the club with her onto the street and apparated them back to the 'Leaky Cauldron'.
Back at the 'Leaky Cauldron' Jenna began to speak the first time since he rescued her. "Thanks, Oliver, I was so frightened as I felt the knife at my throat. Thanks!" she said and then fainted against his chest. Oliver lifted her up in his arms and went to the bar, asking Tom which room was hers and Tom told him that she lived in room 14 next to his room. Oliver brought her up and laid her gently on the bed and sat himself in a comfortable chair. And soon he was asleep sitting in a chair next to her bed and holding her hand.
AN: Chapter 2, Yuhuuu! Hope you liked it! Please R+R! Thanks WildChildStina
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot.
