Title: 'Visions'
Author: Camden Elisabeth Stephano
Rating: PG
Summary: Oliver Wood, the dream guy of every girl at Hogwarts. The only problem is that he doesn't want any of them.until he meets Kaethe, who doesn't want him.
Disclaimer: I am not JK Rowling; therefore I do not own Harry Potter.
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"Hi Oliver!" a group of bubbly female students called loudly to the handsome fourth year student as he exited his Charms class. He only half- smiled as he walked past, but even so, caused an outbreak of whispers and giggles among the group. It was ridiculous.
"Please explain to me how you have girls throwing themselves at you yet you totally ignore it." Oliver's friend, William, said running a hand through his shaggy blond-brown hair as he fell into step beside him.
Oliver looked over at him with a grin, knowing that William must be tired of him getting all the attention. "I just do." he said simply, not really knowing how to describe it. The only reason all those girls liked him was because he was a terrific Quidditch player. He would bet anything that none of them actually knew anything about him. If he was going to be in a relationship with someone, he wanted it to be about more than just looks or talent. He was looking for someone with personality who wasn't just dating him to gain popularity. If it were possible, he'd hand over those girls to William in a minute.
William sighed and stared down as he walked. He figured it was shallow, but he'd give anything just to have that attention. Having all those girls hanging around you would be the ideal life for him, but he could see how Oliver didn't feel the same. He knew Oliver was one of those guys who was always looking for the "right girl". As for him, right now he would just settle for "any girl".
"Hey, I'll see you later, ok? I've got to go grab a book from the library for that stupid essay." Oliver said, breaking William out of his thoughts.
"Sure. I've got to start on that too so I guess I could go with you. Or." William answered, his voice fading as he watched a pretty girl walk by. "Maybe later." he finished giving a small wave and a wink as he ran off after the girl.
Oliver couldn't help but laugh at his friend. He walked to the library and as he pushed open the door he ran into a third year girl who was leaving, causing her to drop her large pile of books. "Oh, wow, sorry about that." he said, bending down to help pick up the books.
"It's okay," she muttered, letting the end of her sentence trail off as she realized who had run into her. Her face went ghostly white and she began to look as if she was going to faint. Her mouth fell open as she stood there staring at him.
"Are you sure you're alright?" Oliver asked, getting slightly concerned. And the girl just nodded, wandering off with a flustered look on her face. Oliver shook his head and headed over to the section of the library where the Charms books were located.
As he turned the corner to a large aisle of books he let out a small groan. There had to be at least 5,000 books in that section alone, and he didn't even have a clue what he was going to write his essay about. One thousand words on anything that had to do with Charms and he couldn't think of one thing. He hated writing; it was his least favorite thing in the world. He just stood there staring at the books, hoping maybe one would jump out at him.
"Excuse me." a voice called from behind him, breaking him out of his trance. "Do you need help or something?"
"No, why would you think that?" he asked turning around. He was slightly shocked by the person who was standing behind him. It was a girl he'd never seen before, but he had no clue how he couldn't have noticed her. She didn't look like someone who'd be easy to miss. Her hair was brown and had green streaks blended into it and amazingly entrancing green eyes.
"Well, you've been standing there staring at the same book for about ten minutes now," she said, giving him a weird look. "And now you're staring at me... Uh, do you have a problem?" she asked him getting slightly annoyed. She snapped her fingers in front of his face, "Hey!"
Oliver quickly stopped staring and could feel himself go red all over. "Um, oh, I." he stuttered through a few words, not coming up with anything half- intelligent to say.
The girl laughed at him. "I'll try and make this easy for you. Hi, I'm Kaethe. And you are?" she said trying to keep a straight face.
"You don't know?" he asked her, very surprised then quickly said, "Oliver."
"Nice to meet you, now what exactly is it that you're looking for?" Kaethe said, looking around at the bookshelf he was standing in front of.
Oliver rubbed the back of his neck, "I'm supposed to be doing a Charms essay but I have no clue where to start."
Kaethe grabbed a book from behind him and held it in front of his face. "Since when do potion ingredients have anything to do with Charms?" She grinned as he took the book from her and examined it.
"That explains a lot," he muttered staring down at the book, his face getting hot. "OK then, since you're so smart. Where's the Charms section?" he asked, looking back up at her.
"It's just-" she began to say but was cut off.
"Hey, Kaethe, you ready to go?" a boy asked stepping around the corner with a smirk on his face. He had short black hair and dark eyes. By the look on her face when she saw him he was obviously a good friend of hers.
"Logan! You're back. Yeah, just give me one second," she said smiling then turned back to Oliver. "It's one row over and to the left." she instructed. "See you later!" she said, and leaving it at that, she walked off with her friend.
"Yeah, later." Oliver said wondering when, or if, he'd actually see her again.
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A/N: Yup, so that was kind of sucky. I really do plan for it to get better, but if you've read this why not take two seconds and review. Please? Chapter two should be up soon. I'm halfway done.
Author: Camden Elisabeth Stephano
Rating: PG
Summary: Oliver Wood, the dream guy of every girl at Hogwarts. The only problem is that he doesn't want any of them.until he meets Kaethe, who doesn't want him.
Disclaimer: I am not JK Rowling; therefore I do not own Harry Potter.
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"Hi Oliver!" a group of bubbly female students called loudly to the handsome fourth year student as he exited his Charms class. He only half- smiled as he walked past, but even so, caused an outbreak of whispers and giggles among the group. It was ridiculous.
"Please explain to me how you have girls throwing themselves at you yet you totally ignore it." Oliver's friend, William, said running a hand through his shaggy blond-brown hair as he fell into step beside him.
Oliver looked over at him with a grin, knowing that William must be tired of him getting all the attention. "I just do." he said simply, not really knowing how to describe it. The only reason all those girls liked him was because he was a terrific Quidditch player. He would bet anything that none of them actually knew anything about him. If he was going to be in a relationship with someone, he wanted it to be about more than just looks or talent. He was looking for someone with personality who wasn't just dating him to gain popularity. If it were possible, he'd hand over those girls to William in a minute.
William sighed and stared down as he walked. He figured it was shallow, but he'd give anything just to have that attention. Having all those girls hanging around you would be the ideal life for him, but he could see how Oliver didn't feel the same. He knew Oliver was one of those guys who was always looking for the "right girl". As for him, right now he would just settle for "any girl".
"Hey, I'll see you later, ok? I've got to go grab a book from the library for that stupid essay." Oliver said, breaking William out of his thoughts.
"Sure. I've got to start on that too so I guess I could go with you. Or." William answered, his voice fading as he watched a pretty girl walk by. "Maybe later." he finished giving a small wave and a wink as he ran off after the girl.
Oliver couldn't help but laugh at his friend. He walked to the library and as he pushed open the door he ran into a third year girl who was leaving, causing her to drop her large pile of books. "Oh, wow, sorry about that." he said, bending down to help pick up the books.
"It's okay," she muttered, letting the end of her sentence trail off as she realized who had run into her. Her face went ghostly white and she began to look as if she was going to faint. Her mouth fell open as she stood there staring at him.
"Are you sure you're alright?" Oliver asked, getting slightly concerned. And the girl just nodded, wandering off with a flustered look on her face. Oliver shook his head and headed over to the section of the library where the Charms books were located.
As he turned the corner to a large aisle of books he let out a small groan. There had to be at least 5,000 books in that section alone, and he didn't even have a clue what he was going to write his essay about. One thousand words on anything that had to do with Charms and he couldn't think of one thing. He hated writing; it was his least favorite thing in the world. He just stood there staring at the books, hoping maybe one would jump out at him.
"Excuse me." a voice called from behind him, breaking him out of his trance. "Do you need help or something?"
"No, why would you think that?" he asked turning around. He was slightly shocked by the person who was standing behind him. It was a girl he'd never seen before, but he had no clue how he couldn't have noticed her. She didn't look like someone who'd be easy to miss. Her hair was brown and had green streaks blended into it and amazingly entrancing green eyes.
"Well, you've been standing there staring at the same book for about ten minutes now," she said, giving him a weird look. "And now you're staring at me... Uh, do you have a problem?" she asked him getting slightly annoyed. She snapped her fingers in front of his face, "Hey!"
Oliver quickly stopped staring and could feel himself go red all over. "Um, oh, I." he stuttered through a few words, not coming up with anything half- intelligent to say.
The girl laughed at him. "I'll try and make this easy for you. Hi, I'm Kaethe. And you are?" she said trying to keep a straight face.
"You don't know?" he asked her, very surprised then quickly said, "Oliver."
"Nice to meet you, now what exactly is it that you're looking for?" Kaethe said, looking around at the bookshelf he was standing in front of.
Oliver rubbed the back of his neck, "I'm supposed to be doing a Charms essay but I have no clue where to start."
Kaethe grabbed a book from behind him and held it in front of his face. "Since when do potion ingredients have anything to do with Charms?" She grinned as he took the book from her and examined it.
"That explains a lot," he muttered staring down at the book, his face getting hot. "OK then, since you're so smart. Where's the Charms section?" he asked, looking back up at her.
"It's just-" she began to say but was cut off.
"Hey, Kaethe, you ready to go?" a boy asked stepping around the corner with a smirk on his face. He had short black hair and dark eyes. By the look on her face when she saw him he was obviously a good friend of hers.
"Logan! You're back. Yeah, just give me one second," she said smiling then turned back to Oliver. "It's one row over and to the left." she instructed. "See you later!" she said, and leaving it at that, she walked off with her friend.
"Yeah, later." Oliver said wondering when, or if, he'd actually see her again.
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A/N: Yup, so that was kind of sucky. I really do plan for it to get better, but if you've read this why not take two seconds and review. Please? Chapter two should be up soon. I'm halfway done.