Sweep Me Off My Feet
Part 2/?, Holiday Spirit
Disclaimer: Don't own em.though we all wish we did.
Notes: Well.not much.
Summary: Rina is an ever-famous writer for the Daily Prophet: Head in charge in fact. Her most recent target: Oliver Wood. Can Oliver 'keep his cool' with the Quidditch World Cup so close? And can Angie and Percy find a way to sort out all the mishaps that are doomed to happen during their new assignment? Add a little bit of Bartemius Crouch's meddlesome matchmaking into all of this and you're sure to have a fanfic to boot! So go on and read on I DARE YA!
***Marques Household***
"Cory darling could you PLEASE try and not kill yourself?" Lily said with a pout.
Cory sighed and attempted to string the Christmas lights on the tall staircase leading to the upper half of the house, "Don't worry Lils! I'll be fi-NE! EEK!" He grabbed on to he banister as the ladder tipped over, leaving him hanging there.
Lily rolled her eyes, having no sympathy for her husband, "Honestly Cory! What did you go to Hogwarts for? You're a WIZARD. W.I.Z.A.R.D. Now get down from there and help me get the presents under the tree."
Cory went red in the face as his wife walked towards the kitchen, "Lily! I'm gonna fall! WAAHHHH!!!!!" He closed his eyes and sobbed.
Lily ran back into the room, at seeing him still hanging there she laughed, "Oh come on just pull yourself up or something. Don't make me come up there Cory!"
Cory instantly put his Quidditch muscles into work and swung himself over the side onto the second floor.
Lily smiled in satisfaction and tossed his wand to him, 'I tell you every year just to do it the simple way, but NO you have to be a stubborn fool!" She crossed her arms over her chest, "AT least we don't have to run you to the Medic like last year. You ruined your poor son's Christmas!"
Cory strung the lights and made, 'Yes dears,' at the appropriate times. When he heard the last sentence he slid down the railing and landed perfectly beside his wife, "Hey that's not true!"
"Yes it is dear." Lily sighed in disappointment, "He didn't want to spend the night at the Weasley's house and you know it. All the little rascals running about." She trailed off with a twinkle in her eyes, "I swear I lost count of who's Bill's and who's Charlie's.one more and I think the Burrow will literally explode."
Cory hugged her with a sigh and ran a hand through his now messy black hair. The Marques men were ever famous for either winning an award or for just being dazzling handsome men. Cory, who had inherited his father's looks, had dark black hair just above his ears, in a spiky fashion, a perfect jaw line, misty dreamy brown eyes, and from all of his Quidditch playing, a very muscular body. Though he knew he was good looking Cory was still slightly self conscious about himself. Matter of fact when he was younger he had so low of self-esteem he was sent away to see a psychiatrist. But enough about him..(lol)
"Yes well anyways dear, did you give out the invitations to the Christmas party?" Lily said and pulled him towards the kitchen.
Cory groaned, "Yes dear. I gave one to Oliver, Percy, Fred, George, the rest of the Weasley family, the whole Reserve and Starting Puddlemroe team, Most of the Chudley team members, your family, my family and more.and more.and more.." He whined slightly, "Lily why must we have this party?"
Lily giggled insanely and tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear, "Well dear, we have such a lovely mansion," She winked slightly at him, "The biggest in town, and plus it's a great way to keep in touch with our friends and family."
Cory sighed and leaned in to kiss her-"MOMMY! DADDY! MOMMY! DADDY!"
He growled and kissed her lightly and pulled away to attend to his son, 'When did Dominic get home? I thought you sent him to that daycare today!"
"Honey." Lily broke into laughter, "Besides the fact that it's the weekend, its already dinner time."
***Oliver's Bachelor Pad***
Oliver yawned and rolled out of bed. "I can't believe I feel asleep so early!" He yawned yet again before trudging toward the fridge, shirtless. Just then his telephone rang. (yes he has a telephone)
"Yeah what?" Oliver said bitterly as he rubbed his now sour foot, and glared at his small coffee table.
"Well that's awful cheery welcome, Oliver." Percy replied curtly on the other line.
Oliver grinned, "Oh hey Perc'..what's up?"
"Well the sky, idiot."
"Oh Percy it was a figure of speaking!" Oliver laughed and shook his head.
Percy's familiar 'Stop-Being-an-idiot-I'm-smarter-and-superior-to-you' voice replied, "Well as I was saying.Did you hear about your next match? It's up against a pretty tough team, Chudley."
"Oh yeah right Perc'! Haha funny! As if they could ever beat us!" Oliver sat down on his couch and stared out his balcony window towards the starry sky.
"Well you never know. I mean Roger's on that team." Oliver felt his mouth go dry at the mention of one of his former school Quidditch Captain rivals.
"Yeah, yeah, why'd you call me anyways? You aren't the type to be interested in Quidditch Percy."
There was an almost pregnant pause as Percy tried to word correctly, "Well- we-you saw the invitation from Cory right?"
"Yeah so?" Oliver asked intrigued.
"Well.at the bottom it says bring a date.."
Oliver laughed loudly and almost dropped the phone, "Oh gawd Percy! That's hilarious! Don't tell me you called for dating advice?!"
Percy sputtered on the other end, "No-I-I..no!-I mean-ok yeah I called to see who you think I should take."
Oliver sighed at Percy's defeated tone, "Well that's gonna be hard to decipher. I mean we really don't know anyone that date worthy. How about I stop by your work tomorrow, say noonish, and we'll see?"
"Perfect!" Percy said happily, "Well I have to be going now! You know early to bed, early to rise!" Percy didn't even wait for a reply as he hung the phone up, leaving Oliver to dial tone madness.
Oliver laughed to himself and hung the phone up before going back towards his bedroom, intent on going back to sleep. But he found it quite hard as he plagued with worry about making a mistake at the game...or anywhere for that matter.
'What if Rina sees me? Oh gawd.she'll exploit me!' Oliver shook his head and almost slapped himself, 'Just relax Wood, it's not as if you're her main priority. She's bound to move on.' He whimpered slightly, ".hopefully."
***Angie's Apartment***
"Junk mail, bills, bills, bills, junk mail, what's this?" Angie threw the rest of her mail on the counter and sat down on her small stool by the kitchen counter, and looked over the envelope.
It had no return address, and was just simply written out, 'Angie.'
She rubbed her eyes before retrieving her glasses. With a disgusted face she put her glasses on, "Why did I have to have my mother's eyes?" She gaped at the letter. It was actually in fact a long list of rules from Bagman. "Wow Mr.-Barty..." Angie giggled, "Barty sure contacted him fast." She hit herself lightly in the head, "Well duh Angie! We live in a wizard world!"
She sighed again and piled all her work papers on the counter next to her junk mail. With one last thought she drifted into sweet slumber on her small old rigid loveseat, 'Send those damn solicitors curses in the mail, first thing tomorrow..' Angie's breath softened and she slipped deeper.
The small loveseat where she sat was right next to the door to her room, which was about normal size. Angie's little living situation could be considered normal, to some people, but for a witch her apartment was as blank, and boring as watching a Flooberworm slither across the floor. (Which for those of you Muggles out there, is about as boring as watching paint dry)
All of her many close friends, that's approximately 3 people Muggle r Magic, knew though that that was the way Angie liked it. Her family back home was strong Magic believers; so much so that it had drove Angie to being sick of magic before she even went to Hogwarts.
However; there was one thing in her entire apartment that set hers different than the Muggle ones, her windows. Angie had enchanted her windows so that when you looked out them, you would see the gentle breezy fields of Ireland, her father's homeland, or perhaps the rough surf of Australia, her mother's homeland. Either way you look out a window, and you're sure to be shocked. Angie had one main reason for these, and it was simply that despite her family's constant bickering she was very true and loyal and well.. she was a family person and believed in her roots.
Why is this all-important in this story? I know you're asking yourself this, either that or your bored to sleep. (Your better not be! *_*.lol) What? You expect me to tell you?! Yeah right.and make it so you knew what my messed up brain was cooking.
~~~~~END
Thanks to...
Rina a.k.a. Laverne = Well how was it? I know I know there isn't anything about you in this chapter! But fret not Lovey (No I will not stop calling you that, it is NOT marysueish) you will return in the next chapter!
Ali Lee= Well aren't you the sweetest?! Thanks a bunch and I hope you like this chapter.*blows kisses to her* Thanks again!
Lily= *holds hands in the air in fright* Like I could ever be that cruel! I mean come on SERIOUSLY would I make you wait as long as she does? *winks at Lovey, nudges her* Anyways, at least we keep her amused why she writes the chapter..so.how'd you like it? Did I portray you good? Hey I'm planning on writing a Oliver/Lily/Angie story soon.first I have to update the other stories though! Lol..
Thank you to all and to all a good night! (too much Holiday spirit.*_*)
Part 2/?, Holiday Spirit
Disclaimer: Don't own em.though we all wish we did.
Notes: Well.not much.
Summary: Rina is an ever-famous writer for the Daily Prophet: Head in charge in fact. Her most recent target: Oliver Wood. Can Oliver 'keep his cool' with the Quidditch World Cup so close? And can Angie and Percy find a way to sort out all the mishaps that are doomed to happen during their new assignment? Add a little bit of Bartemius Crouch's meddlesome matchmaking into all of this and you're sure to have a fanfic to boot! So go on and read on I DARE YA!
***Marques Household***
"Cory darling could you PLEASE try and not kill yourself?" Lily said with a pout.
Cory sighed and attempted to string the Christmas lights on the tall staircase leading to the upper half of the house, "Don't worry Lils! I'll be fi-NE! EEK!" He grabbed on to he banister as the ladder tipped over, leaving him hanging there.
Lily rolled her eyes, having no sympathy for her husband, "Honestly Cory! What did you go to Hogwarts for? You're a WIZARD. W.I.Z.A.R.D. Now get down from there and help me get the presents under the tree."
Cory went red in the face as his wife walked towards the kitchen, "Lily! I'm gonna fall! WAAHHHH!!!!!" He closed his eyes and sobbed.
Lily ran back into the room, at seeing him still hanging there she laughed, "Oh come on just pull yourself up or something. Don't make me come up there Cory!"
Cory instantly put his Quidditch muscles into work and swung himself over the side onto the second floor.
Lily smiled in satisfaction and tossed his wand to him, 'I tell you every year just to do it the simple way, but NO you have to be a stubborn fool!" She crossed her arms over her chest, "AT least we don't have to run you to the Medic like last year. You ruined your poor son's Christmas!"
Cory strung the lights and made, 'Yes dears,' at the appropriate times. When he heard the last sentence he slid down the railing and landed perfectly beside his wife, "Hey that's not true!"
"Yes it is dear." Lily sighed in disappointment, "He didn't want to spend the night at the Weasley's house and you know it. All the little rascals running about." She trailed off with a twinkle in her eyes, "I swear I lost count of who's Bill's and who's Charlie's.one more and I think the Burrow will literally explode."
Cory hugged her with a sigh and ran a hand through his now messy black hair. The Marques men were ever famous for either winning an award or for just being dazzling handsome men. Cory, who had inherited his father's looks, had dark black hair just above his ears, in a spiky fashion, a perfect jaw line, misty dreamy brown eyes, and from all of his Quidditch playing, a very muscular body. Though he knew he was good looking Cory was still slightly self conscious about himself. Matter of fact when he was younger he had so low of self-esteem he was sent away to see a psychiatrist. But enough about him..(lol)
"Yes well anyways dear, did you give out the invitations to the Christmas party?" Lily said and pulled him towards the kitchen.
Cory groaned, "Yes dear. I gave one to Oliver, Percy, Fred, George, the rest of the Weasley family, the whole Reserve and Starting Puddlemroe team, Most of the Chudley team members, your family, my family and more.and more.and more.." He whined slightly, "Lily why must we have this party?"
Lily giggled insanely and tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear, "Well dear, we have such a lovely mansion," She winked slightly at him, "The biggest in town, and plus it's a great way to keep in touch with our friends and family."
Cory sighed and leaned in to kiss her-"MOMMY! DADDY! MOMMY! DADDY!"
He growled and kissed her lightly and pulled away to attend to his son, 'When did Dominic get home? I thought you sent him to that daycare today!"
"Honey." Lily broke into laughter, "Besides the fact that it's the weekend, its already dinner time."
***Oliver's Bachelor Pad***
Oliver yawned and rolled out of bed. "I can't believe I feel asleep so early!" He yawned yet again before trudging toward the fridge, shirtless. Just then his telephone rang. (yes he has a telephone)
"Yeah what?" Oliver said bitterly as he rubbed his now sour foot, and glared at his small coffee table.
"Well that's awful cheery welcome, Oliver." Percy replied curtly on the other line.
Oliver grinned, "Oh hey Perc'..what's up?"
"Well the sky, idiot."
"Oh Percy it was a figure of speaking!" Oliver laughed and shook his head.
Percy's familiar 'Stop-Being-an-idiot-I'm-smarter-and-superior-to-you' voice replied, "Well as I was saying.Did you hear about your next match? It's up against a pretty tough team, Chudley."
"Oh yeah right Perc'! Haha funny! As if they could ever beat us!" Oliver sat down on his couch and stared out his balcony window towards the starry sky.
"Well you never know. I mean Roger's on that team." Oliver felt his mouth go dry at the mention of one of his former school Quidditch Captain rivals.
"Yeah, yeah, why'd you call me anyways? You aren't the type to be interested in Quidditch Percy."
There was an almost pregnant pause as Percy tried to word correctly, "Well- we-you saw the invitation from Cory right?"
"Yeah so?" Oliver asked intrigued.
"Well.at the bottom it says bring a date.."
Oliver laughed loudly and almost dropped the phone, "Oh gawd Percy! That's hilarious! Don't tell me you called for dating advice?!"
Percy sputtered on the other end, "No-I-I..no!-I mean-ok yeah I called to see who you think I should take."
Oliver sighed at Percy's defeated tone, "Well that's gonna be hard to decipher. I mean we really don't know anyone that date worthy. How about I stop by your work tomorrow, say noonish, and we'll see?"
"Perfect!" Percy said happily, "Well I have to be going now! You know early to bed, early to rise!" Percy didn't even wait for a reply as he hung the phone up, leaving Oliver to dial tone madness.
Oliver laughed to himself and hung the phone up before going back towards his bedroom, intent on going back to sleep. But he found it quite hard as he plagued with worry about making a mistake at the game...or anywhere for that matter.
'What if Rina sees me? Oh gawd.she'll exploit me!' Oliver shook his head and almost slapped himself, 'Just relax Wood, it's not as if you're her main priority. She's bound to move on.' He whimpered slightly, ".hopefully."
***Angie's Apartment***
"Junk mail, bills, bills, bills, junk mail, what's this?" Angie threw the rest of her mail on the counter and sat down on her small stool by the kitchen counter, and looked over the envelope.
It had no return address, and was just simply written out, 'Angie.'
She rubbed her eyes before retrieving her glasses. With a disgusted face she put her glasses on, "Why did I have to have my mother's eyes?" She gaped at the letter. It was actually in fact a long list of rules from Bagman. "Wow Mr.-Barty..." Angie giggled, "Barty sure contacted him fast." She hit herself lightly in the head, "Well duh Angie! We live in a wizard world!"
She sighed again and piled all her work papers on the counter next to her junk mail. With one last thought she drifted into sweet slumber on her small old rigid loveseat, 'Send those damn solicitors curses in the mail, first thing tomorrow..' Angie's breath softened and she slipped deeper.
The small loveseat where she sat was right next to the door to her room, which was about normal size. Angie's little living situation could be considered normal, to some people, but for a witch her apartment was as blank, and boring as watching a Flooberworm slither across the floor. (Which for those of you Muggles out there, is about as boring as watching paint dry)
All of her many close friends, that's approximately 3 people Muggle r Magic, knew though that that was the way Angie liked it. Her family back home was strong Magic believers; so much so that it had drove Angie to being sick of magic before she even went to Hogwarts.
However; there was one thing in her entire apartment that set hers different than the Muggle ones, her windows. Angie had enchanted her windows so that when you looked out them, you would see the gentle breezy fields of Ireland, her father's homeland, or perhaps the rough surf of Australia, her mother's homeland. Either way you look out a window, and you're sure to be shocked. Angie had one main reason for these, and it was simply that despite her family's constant bickering she was very true and loyal and well.. she was a family person and believed in her roots.
Why is this all-important in this story? I know you're asking yourself this, either that or your bored to sleep. (Your better not be! *_*.lol) What? You expect me to tell you?! Yeah right.and make it so you knew what my messed up brain was cooking.
~~~~~END
Thanks to...
Rina a.k.a. Laverne = Well how was it? I know I know there isn't anything about you in this chapter! But fret not Lovey (No I will not stop calling you that, it is NOT marysueish) you will return in the next chapter!
Ali Lee= Well aren't you the sweetest?! Thanks a bunch and I hope you like this chapter.*blows kisses to her* Thanks again!
Lily= *holds hands in the air in fright* Like I could ever be that cruel! I mean come on SERIOUSLY would I make you wait as long as she does? *winks at Lovey, nudges her* Anyways, at least we keep her amused why she writes the chapter..so.how'd you like it? Did I portray you good? Hey I'm planning on writing a Oliver/Lily/Angie story soon.first I have to update the other stories though! Lol..
Thank you to all and to all a good night! (too much Holiday spirit.*_*)