To Change or Not to Change
Disclaimer: See Chapter 1
A/N: I was about to give up. I'd like to thank Switchbat for her review, this chapter's for her.
Chapter 2: Old Friends Reunite
Oliver Wood and Marcus Flint stood at least seven feet apart from each other surrounded by a crowd of students. They were arguing like usual, the only difference was that this was probably the worst verbal argument they had ever had. It wasn't just the fact that Oliver hadn't been expecting to see his arch enemy when it came to quidditch (and everything else), but because the seventh year Gryffindor had been looking forward to having this one year without having to put up with Marcus.
"WHY ARE YOU HERE?!" Oliver bellowed, at the repeating seventh year.
"I already told you Wood," Marcus said, his voice calm yet carrying, therefore giving him no need to shout. "I failed my N.E.W.T.'s last year. And believe me, I find it no less pleasurable having another year with you either."
"Then apply for a country quidditch team," Oliver said. "This is my year Flint, you have no right to be here," he said, his voice finally getting less loud.
'His throat must be sore,' thought Zaira. "What's the point of their argument?" Zaira asked the boy standing next to her.
"Marcus Flint was supposed to graduate last year but didn't because he failed his N.E.W.T.'s," the boy said, but when he turned to face her he let out a highly audible scream (he sounded like a girl) and nearly fell down. "It's you!"
At that comment everyone including Oliver and Marcus turned their attention towards where the boy and Zaira stood. Zaira, who had thought the place stood wasn't visible, turned extremely red. Most people didn't recognize her, especially the first through forth years whom had not been there while she had. Oliver, however, whom had been just one of the few friends she had made during her previous visit recognized her almost immediately.
"Zee?" the astonished seventh year asked, while approaching Zaira. Zee had been the nickname Oliver had given her back in third year. "Oh my god," he said wrapping his arms around her trapping her in a suffocating hug. Zaira was lucky enough to be able to put her arms around his waist while allowing "Olive" her nickname for him to get out, just barely audible.
"My little Zee's all grown up," Oliver exclaimed after letting his friend go, though he kept her small hands in his larger once.
"Well, you have too," Zaira said smiling. "You've gotten tall. Too tall," she said, looking up at him. "Shrink," she laughingly joked. He was at least seven inches taller than she was, were as in third year he had been the shorter one.
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Marcus observed all this from the same place he had stood when arguing with Oliver. There was no way the (though he hated to admit it) rather pretty girl standing in front of him was Zaira Jorstad, the girl he had found pleasure in making miserable. His thought and feelings began going wild as he too, slowly made his way over to Zaira and Oliver.
A/N: Hey readers, thank you for reading and I hope you leave a review. Let me know whether you love it, hate it, sorta like it, or don't; tell me what you would like to see happen and what you don't want to see happen. Anything you have to say, anything at all about this story, I would like to hear it. Thank you.
POLL
Q: In the future this is going to become a highly complicated romance (or love triangle) and out of Marcus Flint and Oliver Wood, would you like to see Zaira end up with? Please let me know in a review or email as soon as possible. Thank you!
A/N 2: If you have anyone else you would like to possibly see Zaira end up with, please tell me and there will be a Percy/Penelope subplot. Thank you!!!
Disclaimer: See Chapter 1
A/N: I was about to give up. I'd like to thank Switchbat for her review, this chapter's for her.
Chapter 2: Old Friends Reunite
Oliver Wood and Marcus Flint stood at least seven feet apart from each other surrounded by a crowd of students. They were arguing like usual, the only difference was that this was probably the worst verbal argument they had ever had. It wasn't just the fact that Oliver hadn't been expecting to see his arch enemy when it came to quidditch (and everything else), but because the seventh year Gryffindor had been looking forward to having this one year without having to put up with Marcus.
"WHY ARE YOU HERE?!" Oliver bellowed, at the repeating seventh year.
"I already told you Wood," Marcus said, his voice calm yet carrying, therefore giving him no need to shout. "I failed my N.E.W.T.'s last year. And believe me, I find it no less pleasurable having another year with you either."
"Then apply for a country quidditch team," Oliver said. "This is my year Flint, you have no right to be here," he said, his voice finally getting less loud.
'His throat must be sore,' thought Zaira. "What's the point of their argument?" Zaira asked the boy standing next to her.
"Marcus Flint was supposed to graduate last year but didn't because he failed his N.E.W.T.'s," the boy said, but when he turned to face her he let out a highly audible scream (he sounded like a girl) and nearly fell down. "It's you!"
At that comment everyone including Oliver and Marcus turned their attention towards where the boy and Zaira stood. Zaira, who had thought the place stood wasn't visible, turned extremely red. Most people didn't recognize her, especially the first through forth years whom had not been there while she had. Oliver, however, whom had been just one of the few friends she had made during her previous visit recognized her almost immediately.
"Zee?" the astonished seventh year asked, while approaching Zaira. Zee had been the nickname Oliver had given her back in third year. "Oh my god," he said wrapping his arms around her trapping her in a suffocating hug. Zaira was lucky enough to be able to put her arms around his waist while allowing "Olive" her nickname for him to get out, just barely audible.
"My little Zee's all grown up," Oliver exclaimed after letting his friend go, though he kept her small hands in his larger once.
"Well, you have too," Zaira said smiling. "You've gotten tall. Too tall," she said, looking up at him. "Shrink," she laughingly joked. He was at least seven inches taller than she was, were as in third year he had been the shorter one.
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Marcus observed all this from the same place he had stood when arguing with Oliver. There was no way the (though he hated to admit it) rather pretty girl standing in front of him was Zaira Jorstad, the girl he had found pleasure in making miserable. His thought and feelings began going wild as he too, slowly made his way over to Zaira and Oliver.
A/N: Hey readers, thank you for reading and I hope you leave a review. Let me know whether you love it, hate it, sorta like it, or don't; tell me what you would like to see happen and what you don't want to see happen. Anything you have to say, anything at all about this story, I would like to hear it. Thank you.
POLL
Q: In the future this is going to become a highly complicated romance (or love triangle) and out of Marcus Flint and Oliver Wood, would you like to see Zaira end up with? Please let me know in a review or email as soon as possible. Thank you!
A/N 2: If you have anyone else you would like to possibly see Zaira end up with, please tell me and there will be a Percy/Penelope subplot. Thank you!!!