For the next few days Marie struggled over what to write to the handsome
Oliver Wood, the Quiddich team captain, until Lynn volunteered to
intervene. They spent one whole afternoon just trying to think of what to
write upon the blank piece of parchment that was unrolled out in front of
Marie upon the ancient wood of her desk.
"Well obviously you have to mention something about Quiddich!" Lynn suggested for what seemed the tenth time that day.
"I know, Lynn. I know! But I don't want to sound like a goober." Both girls were perplexed.
"Well come on, Marie. You're a great writer and you can't even write to your crush?" Marie blushed profusely. "Just think that you're writing you next great story!" Lynn suggested her eyes bright with a mischievous glint. Marie shrugged and turned back to the parchment and began scribbling away with her new quill pen.
Roughly half an hour later, Marie thrust the paper into Lynn's hands with a nervous smile. The note read:
'Hi Oliver,
I can't help but think about that interesting game that you call "Quittich". Some things perplex me still. What's the 'golden snitch' used for again? I really can't wait to watch you play this year at school. I'll be rooting for you! Hopefully I'll get into Gryffindor and maybe we could hang out sometime and I can show you how to play softball.
See you soon,
Marie'
Lynn grinned and looked back up at Marie. "Perfect! Come on! Get Merlyn and sent the note to him!" Lynn urged Marie along, helping her tie the note to Marie's owl's leg and usher it out the window.
"Now that wasn't so bad, was it?"
Marie let out a long sigh of relief and grinned for the first time that afternoon. "No. I guess not."
"Maybe he'll send something back before school starts on Monday!" Both girls giggled excitedly and ran downstairs to quiet Lynn's mother calling them for dinner.
"Well obviously you have to mention something about Quiddich!" Lynn suggested for what seemed the tenth time that day.
"I know, Lynn. I know! But I don't want to sound like a goober." Both girls were perplexed.
"Well come on, Marie. You're a great writer and you can't even write to your crush?" Marie blushed profusely. "Just think that you're writing you next great story!" Lynn suggested her eyes bright with a mischievous glint. Marie shrugged and turned back to the parchment and began scribbling away with her new quill pen.
Roughly half an hour later, Marie thrust the paper into Lynn's hands with a nervous smile. The note read:
'Hi Oliver,
I can't help but think about that interesting game that you call "Quittich". Some things perplex me still. What's the 'golden snitch' used for again? I really can't wait to watch you play this year at school. I'll be rooting for you! Hopefully I'll get into Gryffindor and maybe we could hang out sometime and I can show you how to play softball.
See you soon,
Marie'
Lynn grinned and looked back up at Marie. "Perfect! Come on! Get Merlyn and sent the note to him!" Lynn urged Marie along, helping her tie the note to Marie's owl's leg and usher it out the window.
"Now that wasn't so bad, was it?"
Marie let out a long sigh of relief and grinned for the first time that afternoon. "No. I guess not."
"Maybe he'll send something back before school starts on Monday!" Both girls giggled excitedly and ran downstairs to quiet Lynn's mother calling them for dinner.