Author's Note: Here's the second chapter up. Now that I've gotten things
started, I think it should be very easy to let the REALLY good comedic
things happen. Oh right, and if you're a fan of Percy, PLEASE don't get
offended! And trust me, I love Oliver Wood too, he's my favourite
character from the books and has always been since I first started reading
them years ago! I just couldn't resist doing this when I saw the Harry
Potter movie… so if you want to blame anyone for the idea, blame Sean… or
the script writers, but not me! ^_^
Disclaimer: All characters respectively belong to J.K Rowling, etc, etc. Any "original" characters which may appear in this story as just random people in the background however, ARE my creations. Not that that's important though.
Nasty Little Buggers
Chapter Two: My New Best Friends and a Schizo
Fred grinned at George. Most people usually felt sorry for a person who had lost their memory, but sympathy was the last emotion going through the twins' heads. After all, it was Oliver Wood, the obsessive captain who had been responsible for many painful evenings and early mornings with his intense Quidditch practices. They had been thinking up a plan of revenge for Oliver and while their original plan of placing fire ants in his bed when he was asleep was tantalizing, this opportunity couldn't have been better.
"Do I know you?" The twins snapped out of their scheming dazes and turned their attention back to Oliver. The boy was still sitting up in bed with a lost expression on his face. Almost like when someone called on him to answer a question in Muggle Studies.
"Sorry, mate," said George, "how could we have been so rude?"
"We just assumed you would remember your BEST friends," added Fred.
"My best friends?" repeated Oliver.
"Blimey, that's some echo in this room," said Fred. "Doesn't sound a thing like me though."
"Yeah, BUDDY, your best friends," continued George. "Since what? First year, maybe?"
"We've been worried sick about you," said Fred.
"You have?" asked Oliver.
"That's right, but we'll have time to play twenty questions later," said George, pulling back Oliver's sheets.
Fred grabbed Oliver by the arm. "Quick, before the matron comes."
They had to quietly sneak Oliver out of the hospital wing before Madam Pomphrey came back. If she found him up and awake but with no memory, Oliver would never be allowed to leave. The twins weren't prepared to let this golden opportunity slip through their fingers.
"I still don't know your names!" Oliver protested but still following the twins down the corridor like a lost puppy… a very big lost puppy.
"I'm Fred, this is George," said Fred, hastily gesturing towards his brother. "Don't bother trying to tell us apart because you never can."
"You are Oliver, remember that because if you forget your name you'll be officially dumber than you look," grinned George.
Oliver blinked dumbly. He didn't want to leave the hospital wing. To admit the truth, he was scared. Scared that he didn't know where he was… scared that he didn't know who he was… even more afraid that he didn't know how he got where he was.
"Caput draconis!" shouted the twins to a picture of a rather obese woman in a large pink dress. Oliver stared in shock as the woman in the portrait smiled… she could move! Then the painting swung forwards to reveal a hole in the wall just large enough for someone to climb through. Fred and George climbed inside, Oliver reluctantly followed.
"Better cover up, dearie!" called back the Fat Lady. "That hospital gown can be a bit revealing!"
"D-d-did she just…?" stuttered Oliver, blushing as he clutched the back of his "revealing" gown.
"Did she just what?" asked Fred.
"Talk…"
"Oh, yeah, she did," said Fred. "Does that a lot, REALLY chatty, that one."
Oliver blinked. This place was scary. The paintings talked. What next? Furniture with a mind of its own?
"Oliver, relax a little," said George. "You should be used to this kind of stuff. It's perfectly normal."
"It is?"
"Yes! It is!" The twins hadn't noticed how loud they had gotten. Several heads turned in their direction. Fred wished the common room hadn't been full of people but, it was better than taking Oliver down to the Great Hall.
"Oliver, might I ask just what is it you're doing in that ridiculous get up?" Percy Weasley had come over, his prefect badge glinting on his robes.
"My ridiculous get up?" repeated Oliver. "Look at you! What are you supposed to be? A wizard?"
Percy paused, staring at Oliver. He frowned. "Considering it's a wizarding school, yes. Stop being an idiot, Oliver."
Oliver laughed. "That's the dumbest thing I've heard all day!" Percy walked off in a huff. Oliver turned to the twins. "Who was that loon?"
"Loon is right," nodded George. "That's Percy, you want to watch out for him. He's not quite right in the head."
"He suffers from acute schizophrenia," added Fred. "I'd be wary around him if I were you. Especially since you two share a dormitory."
Oliver paled. His roommate was a schizo? Suddenly, being back in the hospital wing seemed like the greatest thing in the world to him… Fred and George led Oliver towards one of the staircases. He followed them up into one of the rooms.
"You might want to get some proper clothes on before we introduce you to everyone," said Fred. "The Fat Lady was right-"
"-that gown IS revealing."
Oliver blushed again as the twins left the room. He looked down at the trunk by his feet. The letters O.W were stenciled on the trunk. That must be his, Oliver started with an "O"… but what did the "W" stand for…?
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So what do you think? Review and let me know. Expect the next chapter hopefully within a few days, I've got a few ideas I need to sort out. In the next chapter, Oliver will meet new people and discover "horrific" revelations that will probably change his life… gotta love the twins for it!
Disclaimer: All characters respectively belong to J.K Rowling, etc, etc. Any "original" characters which may appear in this story as just random people in the background however, ARE my creations. Not that that's important though.
Nasty Little Buggers
Chapter Two: My New Best Friends and a Schizo
Fred grinned at George. Most people usually felt sorry for a person who had lost their memory, but sympathy was the last emotion going through the twins' heads. After all, it was Oliver Wood, the obsessive captain who had been responsible for many painful evenings and early mornings with his intense Quidditch practices. They had been thinking up a plan of revenge for Oliver and while their original plan of placing fire ants in his bed when he was asleep was tantalizing, this opportunity couldn't have been better.
"Do I know you?" The twins snapped out of their scheming dazes and turned their attention back to Oliver. The boy was still sitting up in bed with a lost expression on his face. Almost like when someone called on him to answer a question in Muggle Studies.
"Sorry, mate," said George, "how could we have been so rude?"
"We just assumed you would remember your BEST friends," added Fred.
"My best friends?" repeated Oliver.
"Blimey, that's some echo in this room," said Fred. "Doesn't sound a thing like me though."
"Yeah, BUDDY, your best friends," continued George. "Since what? First year, maybe?"
"We've been worried sick about you," said Fred.
"You have?" asked Oliver.
"That's right, but we'll have time to play twenty questions later," said George, pulling back Oliver's sheets.
Fred grabbed Oliver by the arm. "Quick, before the matron comes."
They had to quietly sneak Oliver out of the hospital wing before Madam Pomphrey came back. If she found him up and awake but with no memory, Oliver would never be allowed to leave. The twins weren't prepared to let this golden opportunity slip through their fingers.
"I still don't know your names!" Oliver protested but still following the twins down the corridor like a lost puppy… a very big lost puppy.
"I'm Fred, this is George," said Fred, hastily gesturing towards his brother. "Don't bother trying to tell us apart because you never can."
"You are Oliver, remember that because if you forget your name you'll be officially dumber than you look," grinned George.
Oliver blinked dumbly. He didn't want to leave the hospital wing. To admit the truth, he was scared. Scared that he didn't know where he was… scared that he didn't know who he was… even more afraid that he didn't know how he got where he was.
"Caput draconis!" shouted the twins to a picture of a rather obese woman in a large pink dress. Oliver stared in shock as the woman in the portrait smiled… she could move! Then the painting swung forwards to reveal a hole in the wall just large enough for someone to climb through. Fred and George climbed inside, Oliver reluctantly followed.
"Better cover up, dearie!" called back the Fat Lady. "That hospital gown can be a bit revealing!"
"D-d-did she just…?" stuttered Oliver, blushing as he clutched the back of his "revealing" gown.
"Did she just what?" asked Fred.
"Talk…"
"Oh, yeah, she did," said Fred. "Does that a lot, REALLY chatty, that one."
Oliver blinked. This place was scary. The paintings talked. What next? Furniture with a mind of its own?
"Oliver, relax a little," said George. "You should be used to this kind of stuff. It's perfectly normal."
"It is?"
"Yes! It is!" The twins hadn't noticed how loud they had gotten. Several heads turned in their direction. Fred wished the common room hadn't been full of people but, it was better than taking Oliver down to the Great Hall.
"Oliver, might I ask just what is it you're doing in that ridiculous get up?" Percy Weasley had come over, his prefect badge glinting on his robes.
"My ridiculous get up?" repeated Oliver. "Look at you! What are you supposed to be? A wizard?"
Percy paused, staring at Oliver. He frowned. "Considering it's a wizarding school, yes. Stop being an idiot, Oliver."
Oliver laughed. "That's the dumbest thing I've heard all day!" Percy walked off in a huff. Oliver turned to the twins. "Who was that loon?"
"Loon is right," nodded George. "That's Percy, you want to watch out for him. He's not quite right in the head."
"He suffers from acute schizophrenia," added Fred. "I'd be wary around him if I were you. Especially since you two share a dormitory."
Oliver paled. His roommate was a schizo? Suddenly, being back in the hospital wing seemed like the greatest thing in the world to him… Fred and George led Oliver towards one of the staircases. He followed them up into one of the rooms.
"You might want to get some proper clothes on before we introduce you to everyone," said Fred. "The Fat Lady was right-"
"-that gown IS revealing."
Oliver blushed again as the twins left the room. He looked down at the trunk by his feet. The letters O.W were stenciled on the trunk. That must be his, Oliver started with an "O"… but what did the "W" stand for…?
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So what do you think? Review and let me know. Expect the next chapter hopefully within a few days, I've got a few ideas I need to sort out. In the next chapter, Oliver will meet new people and discover "horrific" revelations that will probably change his life… gotta love the twins for it!
