Author's Notes: See? I didn't keep you all waiting long this time with another update. Things in this story were going slow but I do believe they will now begin to pick up once again(even if I can see an end in sight). Sorry that the first part of this chapter isn't incredibly funny, in fact it's a little sad(well I feel bad for Oliver) but just wait. The humor returns(at least it should, I dunno). So enjoy!
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 Five: Hogwarts, We Have a Problem
Oliver sat in the dirt border which lined the Quidditch pitch, lost in his own confusing thoughts. What was it about this stadium that made him want to come here? It looked like a sports arena; the grass was a lush green and looked to be tended regularly. The one thing that didn't look right though were the three hoops on poles that stood towering on each end of the pitch. They rose what looked to be nearly fifty feet in the air, taller than the spectator towers.
Something about this place made him feel calm. Maybe it was the fact that it was deserted and he could just be alone, but no, that didn't seem it. The twins hadn't mentioned much about this place but people he had run into here seemed to gawk at him when he asked exactly what went on.
When Oliver had arrived at the pitch, the people in green robes had been circling around it, passing a red ball back and forth to each other. He recognized Marcus and Cassandra. Neither of them had seemed to notice him or care that he was around. Oliver preferred it that way. He didn't want to find himself upside down in the locker room again.
"Oi, Wood! What are you doing sitting in the dirt?" Oliver started and looked around. A couple of the players had come back for the wooden chest they had left behind. Oliver recognized one of them as Cassandra.
"Probably testing for the right practicing conditions for their next match," muttered Cassandra. "Adrian, will you stop teasing him and help?"
"I can help with that if you want," offered Oliver, getting to his feet and brushing himself off.
"No, we've got it," replied Adrian. "Go back to your pitch study."
"No, honestly, I can-"
"Relax," interrupted Adrian. "We've carried this before, we're not going to hurt your precious Quidditch balls."
"Quidditch balls?" repeated Oliver. "Is that what you've got in there?"
"No, they're dragon eggs." Cassandra rolled her eyes.
"Well make up your mind," said Oliver. "Are they balls or eggs?"
"Was that supposed to be funny?" asked Adrian.
"No."
"I thought not…"
"I just thought I'd help out."
"Like you did last night?" smirked Cassandra. Oliver blushed. "Look, I have a bit of respect for you standing up to Marcus because it means chivalry isn't all dead… but I think you should mind your own business next time."
"Well, it's just that-" began Oliver.
"Wood, go back to your dirt," said Adrian, as him and Cassandra headed for the locker room.
Oliver sat down again. He sighed, falling backwards and staring up at the sky. Well that pretty much proved it… the twins had been lying about Cassandra Bletchey. Did that mean they could still be trusted? Of course it did, they were his best friends! Or were they…? Oliver was starting to have his own doubts about that…
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"Hey, boys, I think we have a bit of a problem," Alicia Spinnet announced, entering the Gryffindor common room.
"What's got you worried now?" asked George, looking up from the game of Exploding Snap he had been playing with Fred.
"We play Ravenclaw in a few days," said Alicia.
"So?"
"Well does Oliver know what Quidditch is?" asked Alicia.
"Blimey, no," laughed Fred. "It's been great not having to listen to him go on and on about it!"
Alicia stared at the twins. Slowly it dawned on them. Oliver didn't know anything about Quidditch or flying for that matter. They had no captain… and they had no Keeper.
"You wouldn't have this problem if you had left him in the hospital wing," lectured Hermione, looking up from her book by the fire.
"The first year is right," agreed Alicia. "You boys have a problem to fix."
"What?" asked Fred.
"Oliver needs to be taught Quidditch," said Alicia. "And you've only got three days to get him back."
"But why do we have to do it?" asked George.
"Because you're his 'best friends' and you owe it to him," Alicia said. "It's your fault he's like this."
"Actually, that's Flint's fault-" George began.
"I mean, if you hadn't gone telling him all this stuff, he might be better by now. So go get teaching!"
Fred and George exchanged glances. So now they had to attempt to teach Oliver Quidditch… how did you explain to an idiot a complicated game played on broomsticks? Especially when Oliver didn't even know this was a school for witchcraft. It looked like the twins had to try and pull off a miracle…
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That's it for this chapter. Hope you liked, now tell me by reviewing! lol
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 Five: Hogwarts, We Have a Problem
Oliver sat in the dirt border which lined the Quidditch pitch, lost in his own confusing thoughts. What was it about this stadium that made him want to come here? It looked like a sports arena; the grass was a lush green and looked to be tended regularly. The one thing that didn't look right though were the three hoops on poles that stood towering on each end of the pitch. They rose what looked to be nearly fifty feet in the air, taller than the spectator towers.
Something about this place made him feel calm. Maybe it was the fact that it was deserted and he could just be alone, but no, that didn't seem it. The twins hadn't mentioned much about this place but people he had run into here seemed to gawk at him when he asked exactly what went on.
When Oliver had arrived at the pitch, the people in green robes had been circling around it, passing a red ball back and forth to each other. He recognized Marcus and Cassandra. Neither of them had seemed to notice him or care that he was around. Oliver preferred it that way. He didn't want to find himself upside down in the locker room again.
"Oi, Wood! What are you doing sitting in the dirt?" Oliver started and looked around. A couple of the players had come back for the wooden chest they had left behind. Oliver recognized one of them as Cassandra.
"Probably testing for the right practicing conditions for their next match," muttered Cassandra. "Adrian, will you stop teasing him and help?"
"I can help with that if you want," offered Oliver, getting to his feet and brushing himself off.
"No, we've got it," replied Adrian. "Go back to your pitch study."
"No, honestly, I can-"
"Relax," interrupted Adrian. "We've carried this before, we're not going to hurt your precious Quidditch balls."
"Quidditch balls?" repeated Oliver. "Is that what you've got in there?"
"No, they're dragon eggs." Cassandra rolled her eyes.
"Well make up your mind," said Oliver. "Are they balls or eggs?"
"Was that supposed to be funny?" asked Adrian.
"No."
"I thought not…"
"I just thought I'd help out."
"Like you did last night?" smirked Cassandra. Oliver blushed. "Look, I have a bit of respect for you standing up to Marcus because it means chivalry isn't all dead… but I think you should mind your own business next time."
"Well, it's just that-" began Oliver.
"Wood, go back to your dirt," said Adrian, as him and Cassandra headed for the locker room.
Oliver sat down again. He sighed, falling backwards and staring up at the sky. Well that pretty much proved it… the twins had been lying about Cassandra Bletchey. Did that mean they could still be trusted? Of course it did, they were his best friends! Or were they…? Oliver was starting to have his own doubts about that…
* * *
"Hey, boys, I think we have a bit of a problem," Alicia Spinnet announced, entering the Gryffindor common room.
"What's got you worried now?" asked George, looking up from the game of Exploding Snap he had been playing with Fred.
"We play Ravenclaw in a few days," said Alicia.
"So?"
"Well does Oliver know what Quidditch is?" asked Alicia.
"Blimey, no," laughed Fred. "It's been great not having to listen to him go on and on about it!"
Alicia stared at the twins. Slowly it dawned on them. Oliver didn't know anything about Quidditch or flying for that matter. They had no captain… and they had no Keeper.
"You wouldn't have this problem if you had left him in the hospital wing," lectured Hermione, looking up from her book by the fire.
"The first year is right," agreed Alicia. "You boys have a problem to fix."
"What?" asked Fred.
"Oliver needs to be taught Quidditch," said Alicia. "And you've only got three days to get him back."
"But why do we have to do it?" asked George.
"Because you're his 'best friends' and you owe it to him," Alicia said. "It's your fault he's like this."
"Actually, that's Flint's fault-" George began.
"I mean, if you hadn't gone telling him all this stuff, he might be better by now. So go get teaching!"
Fred and George exchanged glances. So now they had to attempt to teach Oliver Quidditch… how did you explain to an idiot a complicated game played on broomsticks? Especially when Oliver didn't even know this was a school for witchcraft. It looked like the twins had to try and pull off a miracle…
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That's it for this chapter. Hope you liked, now tell me by reviewing! lol
