Quidditch Obsessions

Chapter One: Where's My Adorable Scot?



"Where the hell is he?" I wondered as she looked around the platform. The whistle on the Hogwarts express was blasting impatiently and the platform was almost clear. I took one last final glance around. "Shit," I muttered under her breath as I noticed my not-so-friendly stalker fast approaching.

"It's up to you Bell." I thought, " Stay here and be practically raped by this psycho or have Oliver a little pissed at you." The decision was pretty obvious. I high-tailed it to the train, leaving a dejected but determined Flint behind me.



In one of the most idiotic moments in my life I had gone out with Flint. It was my second year and I was a different person then. Right after vacation I had come back to Hogwarts and I was a bit depressed. Well, more then a bit... but anyway, I wasn't right in the head and that's my excuse. My parents haven't really accepted me being a witch. They're just to proud to lose me, it would make them look bad to their business partners. There whole life is a play, I'm just an underpaid extra. But what the hell, I'm out of there now, for nine whole blissful months. Back to Flint...

Things didn't get too serious. Though, Flint wanted them to be. Hell, every time we got together all he wanted to do was get his hands all over me. DISGUSTING! (mental shudder) I guess he had been bragging to his Slytherin friends and when things didn't turn out exactly how he wanted them to he started telling people that they had anyway. As soon as this got back to me I broke up with him. Ever since he's been trying to make true what he told people. Which means for the past five years I've been watching my back every single time I was alone in a corridor, and checking every empty classroom before entering it.

Despite all of this Hogwarts was still the best thing in my life (what does that tell you about my home life?). Two reasons: Quidditch and Oliver. Reason numero uno: Quidditch. Ever since I was two I've wanted to fly, and that was even before I found out I was a witch. When I got her my first year and had my first flying lesson I was hooked. Sadly, I can't say I was a natural but I practice so much during the year I almost fly better then most of the people with "natural" talent. When I made it onto the team my third year I was ecstatic. Alicia accuses me of being even more obsessed with the game then Oliver. She thinks its an insult for some reason but really without it Oliver and I wouldn't be so close. And where would I be without my adorable Scot?

Reason number two: Oliver. The guy is seriously like my brother. But attractive... and not British... and probably a bloody good snogger. Wait! I'm not allowed to think these things about Oliver. We've been through so much together. I don't know where I'd be today without him. He's the one that told me the things Flint had been saying about me and had helped me get back my confidence. And I think he gave an extra push to get me on the team four years ago. Oliver's also the one who introduced me to Alicia, my room mate for the past four years and other best friend. But seriously, Oliver and I are tighter then peanut butter and jelly... and no not physically you sick-os, emotionally. The only bad thing is Oliver doesn't know about Flint stalking me... no one does. Not that Oliver wouldn't take care of Flint if he found out. Or at least he'd try to, sometimes I think Oliver's muscles impair his judgment. And anyway, Flint's dad is on the school board, and kicking his son's arse probably wouldn't be very good. Anyway, I can make it through this year. Really, Flint wouldn't actually try to pull anything... would he?