Hello Saba-Chan here, I'd like to thank two people who read and reviewed my
story. To tell you the truth I was really surprised it got some reviews
about a week posted on FF I was running about the room screaming with glee.
Most likely the neighbours won't invite me over for lunch anymore...
So the thank-yous go to (drum-roll starts up and a envelope on a red velvet
cushion in placed in front of me. Pick the envelope on open it
ceremoniously holds out the card) Captain Cornflake and Telemoo37!! Thank
you and you can take this chapter as a sort of thanxs for you reviews!!!
Disclaimer: (forgot one last chapter ^-^'') I don't own nothing not even this computer I type at merely an acquaintance, well the character Sarah does belong to me but that's all. --------------------------------------------------- ---
Oliver groaned inwardly as His History of magic class crawled on, very sloooooooowwwwwwwwwwwwwly too Oliver thought to himself. He would have just gone off to sleep if it wasn't the small fact he had test coming up in a few days and History of magic wasn't exactly his best class. ^Just think Wood stay awake during this and you'd be considered a legend. Most likely erect a statue in my honour called something like "Wood the tireless! Survived a double of Professor Binns class" a national Hero, a prophecy to be precise^ Oliver chuckled to himself loudly " Mr Wood, would you like to share what you find so amusing about the massacre of Dundrety?" Prof. Binns droned slowly. Oliver felt he cheeks heat up as the class, well the third of the class that were semi-awake stared at him. " I uhhh.well.umm. heh.. errr...Sorry Professor Binns.." He let his head droop slightly as he slid further down in his seat. ^ God that was embarrassing. ..^ Oliver sighed lightly and brought his attention back to the class at hand, only to hear whispers behind him. ^Wha.^ " I bet he was thinking about when Flint got hit in the head by that bludger, and that's why he laughed I mean did you see the angle flints nose went at?" a small giggled followed this statement. " I know but you have to admit you think it was cute how Wood blushed! He would be the perfect guy to date!!! Popular, Quidich captain, and damn hot!!" A second voice whispered back to the first " A-huh! But you have a great challenge trying to get him to pay attention to you I mean all he thinks about is Quidich, Quidich and Quidich! Talk about a one tunnel mind!" giggles again then a sudden change of conversation to cosmetic charms and Oliver stopped listening but he couldn't help the small stab of pain when the girls said that, sure he's been told that before but it hurt that time, he didn't know why but it did. Did he really seem that shallow? Enthusiastic yes but shallow? From the sounds of what those girls were talking about they didn't know anything about him. Did they know he enjoyed reading Muggle mysteries? No. Did they know that he loved ancient legends? No. That he wrote songs sometimes? No they knew nothing about him he reassured himself ^ I'm not shallow, I'm not.^ as he turned his attention back to the difficult task of staying awake during Prof. Binns class but the stab of pain didn't fade as quick as his thought it would..
---------------------------------------------------------- -------- A.N: next chapter will be up.well it will be up when I get around to writing it.
Disclaimer: (forgot one last chapter ^-^'') I don't own nothing not even this computer I type at merely an acquaintance, well the character Sarah does belong to me but that's all. --------------------------------------------------- ---
Oliver groaned inwardly as His History of magic class crawled on, very sloooooooowwwwwwwwwwwwwly too Oliver thought to himself. He would have just gone off to sleep if it wasn't the small fact he had test coming up in a few days and History of magic wasn't exactly his best class. ^Just think Wood stay awake during this and you'd be considered a legend. Most likely erect a statue in my honour called something like "Wood the tireless! Survived a double of Professor Binns class" a national Hero, a prophecy to be precise^ Oliver chuckled to himself loudly " Mr Wood, would you like to share what you find so amusing about the massacre of Dundrety?" Prof. Binns droned slowly. Oliver felt he cheeks heat up as the class, well the third of the class that were semi-awake stared at him. " I uhhh.well.umm. heh.. errr...Sorry Professor Binns.." He let his head droop slightly as he slid further down in his seat. ^ God that was embarrassing. ..^ Oliver sighed lightly and brought his attention back to the class at hand, only to hear whispers behind him. ^Wha.^ " I bet he was thinking about when Flint got hit in the head by that bludger, and that's why he laughed I mean did you see the angle flints nose went at?" a small giggled followed this statement. " I know but you have to admit you think it was cute how Wood blushed! He would be the perfect guy to date!!! Popular, Quidich captain, and damn hot!!" A second voice whispered back to the first " A-huh! But you have a great challenge trying to get him to pay attention to you I mean all he thinks about is Quidich, Quidich and Quidich! Talk about a one tunnel mind!" giggles again then a sudden change of conversation to cosmetic charms and Oliver stopped listening but he couldn't help the small stab of pain when the girls said that, sure he's been told that before but it hurt that time, he didn't know why but it did. Did he really seem that shallow? Enthusiastic yes but shallow? From the sounds of what those girls were talking about they didn't know anything about him. Did they know he enjoyed reading Muggle mysteries? No. Did they know that he loved ancient legends? No. That he wrote songs sometimes? No they knew nothing about him he reassured himself ^ I'm not shallow, I'm not.^ as he turned his attention back to the difficult task of staying awake during Prof. Binns class but the stab of pain didn't fade as quick as his thought it would..
---------------------------------------------------------- -------- A.N: next chapter will be up.well it will be up when I get around to writing it.