Brigitte-Thanks for the review. This one should have even more insight.
A/N: I'm inspired so I'm writing a lot....now more frequent and shorter chapters or less frequent and longer chapters?
Chapter 4- The Secret
The next afternoon, after classes, Oliver Wood was knocking on Professor McGonagall's door, "Professor, can I talk to you?"
"What, Wood?" McGonagall asked.
"About the chaser opening, I found someone," Wood said excitedly.
"Really? Who?" she asked almost as excitedly as Wood.
"Estella Amavia" Wood said with a look of satisfaction.
"Estella? Are you sure?" McGonagall asked concerned.
"Well, I heard her Quidditch record and she sounds like exactly what we need to win the Cup this year."
"Yes, I know all about how she plays Quidditch, but...."
"Are you saying no?" Wood asked this with a look of despair in his eyes, "I mean, I heard Beaux -erm - French school, has the best Quidditch players."
"No, I'm not saying no, and where did you hear it has the best Quidditch players?"
"Oh, um," Wood tried to think of a source, but when he couldn't, he changed the subject, "So, you're saying yes then?"
"No, I'm not saying yes, I'm saying I have to think about it."
"Why are you against her playing, Professor? Are you hiding a deep, dark secret from the team?"
"Wood, she's my niece and I don't want her being hurt." Wood had a look of shock on his face, "She was a seeker! Beaters always aim for the seekers!" Professor McGonagall had an equally shocked look on her face, "I know that, Wood."
"I mean, that's the point of beaters and bludgers, to take out the other team's seeker!" Wood said.
"I know, Wood. One of the first rules in the 'Beater's Bible'"
"Exactly! Wait a second, did you say she was your niece?" Wood said, with a sudden look of comprehension.
"Yes, I did say that," McGonagall responded.
"So, you're related to the Malfoys?"
"No, I'm her father's sister"
"But, your names are different."
"It's called marriage, Wood."
"Professor, you were married?"
"Wood, I'm going to say yes if only to get rid of you, now go!" Professor McGonagall yelled as Wood left her office. "We may finally win this year," Wood thought as he left her office.
A/N: I'm inspired so I'm writing a lot....now more frequent and shorter chapters or less frequent and longer chapters?
Chapter 4- The Secret
The next afternoon, after classes, Oliver Wood was knocking on Professor McGonagall's door, "Professor, can I talk to you?"
"What, Wood?" McGonagall asked.
"About the chaser opening, I found someone," Wood said excitedly.
"Really? Who?" she asked almost as excitedly as Wood.
"Estella Amavia" Wood said with a look of satisfaction.
"Estella? Are you sure?" McGonagall asked concerned.
"Well, I heard her Quidditch record and she sounds like exactly what we need to win the Cup this year."
"Yes, I know all about how she plays Quidditch, but...."
"Are you saying no?" Wood asked this with a look of despair in his eyes, "I mean, I heard Beaux -erm - French school, has the best Quidditch players."
"No, I'm not saying no, and where did you hear it has the best Quidditch players?"
"Oh, um," Wood tried to think of a source, but when he couldn't, he changed the subject, "So, you're saying yes then?"
"No, I'm not saying yes, I'm saying I have to think about it."
"Why are you against her playing, Professor? Are you hiding a deep, dark secret from the team?"
"Wood, she's my niece and I don't want her being hurt." Wood had a look of shock on his face, "She was a seeker! Beaters always aim for the seekers!" Professor McGonagall had an equally shocked look on her face, "I know that, Wood."
"I mean, that's the point of beaters and bludgers, to take out the other team's seeker!" Wood said.
"I know, Wood. One of the first rules in the 'Beater's Bible'"
"Exactly! Wait a second, did you say she was your niece?" Wood said, with a sudden look of comprehension.
"Yes, I did say that," McGonagall responded.
"So, you're related to the Malfoys?"
"No, I'm her father's sister"
"But, your names are different."
"It's called marriage, Wood."
"Professor, you were married?"
"Wood, I'm going to say yes if only to get rid of you, now go!" Professor McGonagall yelled as Wood left her office. "We may finally win this year," Wood thought as he left her office.
