Oliver Wood emerged from his Defense Against the Dark Arts class with a
sigh of relief that the day was finally over. He had thirty minutes to
spare before dinner so he headed off toward Gryffindor Tower. On the way
there he opened up his Quidditch plans and began running over them while he
walked. All of a sudden he was abruptly stopped by something in his path.
He heard a gasp and the crash of books falling to the ground. He looked up
from his plans to see a mass of golden blonde hair and Ravenclaw colors
sprawled out in front of him. The girl looked up and he found himself
staring into the startling grey-blue eyes of Jen Davies. They both paused
for a moment before Oliver shook his head slightly, startling himself out
of his daze and began to apologize profusely. "Oh, Jen, I'm so sorry, I
wasn't looking where I was going, and-" He stumbled with his words as he
extended a hand to help her up.
"Hey, it's ok!" She said, taking his hand. "I wasn't paying attention either." She smiled warmly and began dusting herself off. Oliver just stared, dumbfounded. She pushed several strands of her shiny shoulder- length hair behind her ears after smoothing out her robes. He gathered her books for her and handed them to her when she looked up. She grinned widely. Oliver was quickly realizing that every time she smiled he was caught off-guard.
"Well, uh, I'm really sorry," he began again awkwardly.
"Don't worry about it, seriously. It's fine." She said reassuringly, flashing another one of those dazzling smiles. "I'll see you at dinner, ok?"
"Yeah, alright." He said still obviously feeling bad about what had happened.
"It's okay!" she said, and lightly squeezed his arm before walking away. Oliver began to head once again toward Gryffindor tower, but this time with a dreamy, far-off look on his face. No matter how much he tried to deny it, he was falling for Jen. Not only was she gorgeous, but also had a warm, sparkling personality. She was so smart and witty, and that smile.he sighed inwardly. He waltzed right through the entrance to the Gryffindor common room after supplying the Fat Lady with the password. He bounded up the stairs two at a time to the seventh year boys' dormitory and began putting his books away, while humming to himself. He was so preoccupied that he didn't even notice that Chad Sharpe, his fellow seventh year and friend was already there and had been sitting on his bed watching him.
"Earth to Wood!" He said with a smirk. Oliver spun around with a start.
"Sharpe, what the bloody hell are you thinking, you git?" He said, tossing a pillow at Chad's head.
"Simmer down, man. You were the one off in la-la land!" Chad retorted with a grin. Oliver blushed and turned around.
" I am not in la-la land." Oliver replied in a forced nonchalant tone, with his back still turned.
"Methinks thou doth protesteth too much, my friend!" Chad persisted eagerly. "C'mon, what's got you all dazed and confused, Wood?" When Oliver did not reply, Chad added, "or should I say, who?" Oliver spun around and pointed at him.
"Sharpe, you had better watch yourself!" He was smiling as he said it.
"Oh, I knew it! Who is she? Spill it!" He said impatiently. Oliver looked weary but then walked over and closed the door.
"Ok. I will tell you but first you have to SWEAR not to tell anyone." Chad nodded in agreement so Oliver continued. "It's, she's..Jen Davies." Chad let out a low whistle.
"A Ravenclaw, eh?" He remarked in disbelief. Then he added, "but hey, she's quite a catch I must say!" And punched Oliver playfully in the shoulder. Oliver rolled his eyes. "Are you going to ask her to the Ball or what?"
"I don't know.." Oliver said reluctantly. "She's on a rival Quidditch team, and her brother-"
"Roger?" Chad asked imperturbably. "He's nothing to worry about. All talk and no brains. I say, if you want her, go get her!"
"I guess.." Oliver supposed.
"Well you'll have time to think about it during dinner," Chad interrupted. "Let's go, you crazy love-struck oaf!" Oliver rolled his eyes and followed his friend out the door and down to dinner.
Jen walked into the dining hall, chatting excitedly with Kate about her run-in with Oliver that day. "So, have you finally decided whether or not you like him?" Kate inquired, raising an eyebrow.
"Yeah, I think I have. I mean, I think I do." Jen said smiling diffidently.
"Oh Jen, that's so awesome!" Kate said. "What are you going to do about it, then?" Jen's eyes widened.
"Nothing?" she suggested, with an irresolute look. Kate gasped.
"Jen! You can't do nothing! I think he likes you as well, if you ask me. Just go for it, make the first move!" She urged.
"Ok, no, no." Jen protested, shaking her head. "First off, I will not make the first move. They boys are supposed to ask us! And second," she continued, "Roger would kill me!" Kate sighed exasperatedly.
"Jen, you can not let Roger control your life forever! He's just going to have to deal with it!" Jen's resolve was slowly wearing down.
"Alright, look, I'll think about it, ok?" She asked with a buoyant look. Kate just shrugged and led her over to a seat next to their friends.
"Hey Davies!" Brent said giving Jen a high five.
"What's up, Cooper?" Jen asked, sitting down.
"Nothing really. Your lout of a brother has scheduled an extra practice tonight at 7:30 to help us better prepare for the game against Gryffindor." Jen groaned. She had forgotten that the game was so near. What would Roger say if word got out about Oliver?
"Where is Rog, by the way?" She wondered out loud.
"Ah, he skipped dinner to write out some plays." Just then, Ramey and Maggie came in and sat down across the table.
"Where's Crystal?" Jen asked them curiously. The two exchanged looks.
"She's by the door talking to her newest interest." Maggie said, pointing. Sure enough, there was Crystal, wrapped up in a conversation with.. "Radford?" Jen exclaimed in incredulity. Brent and Kate looked around also to see Jen's fellow beater, Avery Radford flirting with Crystal. The curly, brown and blonde streaked back of Crystal's hair was all they could see, but the small distance between them said enough. When Dumbledore tapped on his glass, the two sixth years hurried to their seats. They ended up across the table and two seats down from each other, and both looked embarrassed. Ramey gave Crystal a look before Dumbledore began his speech. During the speech Jen found her gaze wandering across the room at the Gryffindor table. Her eyes roved amongst the red and gold of the Gryffindors until she found him. He was leaning back in his seat, listening to the Headmaster. A brawny, round-faced boy with curly blonde-ish hair tapped him on the shoulder and whispered something in his ear. Oliver chuckled and Jen noticed his wide dimples and the way his brown eyes shone with laughter. She caught herself and turned her attention back to the front table just as Dumbledore finished speaking and sat down. The golden plates immediately filled with food and the great hall became consumed with the clinking of utensils and the chatter of four tables of young witches and wizards. Ryan Ekart came in late, and to Maggie's delight, sat down next to her. Ryan was tall and thin with pointy features and short light brown hair. Maggie became unusually quiet for her chatty self, and every time their arms or hands touched she blushed furiously.
"Oliver," Chad nudged his friend. "Roger isn't at dinner! After it's over is your perfect chance to ask Jen to the ball! Or had you not noticed?"
"I've noticed!" Oliver exclaimed irritably. "Sorry man." He said, "I am just really nervous about this."
"Well, you don't have much time to be nervous, mate, because dinner is just about over."
"Yeah. Thanks a lot for reminding me." Oliver looked apprehensively over at the Ravenclaw table. Jen and her friends were getting up..
The group of Ravenclaws rose from the table and headed towards the door of the Great Hall. Jen was busy talking with Avery about the essay they had due in History of Magic, when out of the corner of her eye she saw Oliver approaching. "Hey, Radford, I'll catch you later, ok?" She said, and walked toward Oliver. "Hey," She said genially.
"Hey love, can I steal you away to ask you something?" He said warily, eyeing Ramey and Maggie, who were standing behind them. Jen turned around and widened her eyes at them, urging them to look inconspicuous.
"Sure, Oliver.." she followed him outside the great hall and to the side.
"Well, um, I'm not sure how to say this," he blundered, "but..well, the ball is coming up, and I was just..well if you wanted to I um, I was wondering if you would, that is, if you wanted to..I would love to take you. As my date." He finally finished after getting a grip on himself. Jen was stunned and couldn't help but to smile broadly.
"Oliver, I- yes."
"Yes?"
"..Yes!" She reassured him, nodding.
"Ok. Well, then..ok! Thank you. I..I will see you later, then?"
"Ok." Jen answered, beaming.
"Ok!" Oliver repeated again, turning around. 'Oh man, the guys are never going to let me hear the end of this..' He thought, and practically floated up to Gryffindor tower with a silly grin spread across his face.
"Hey, it's ok!" She said, taking his hand. "I wasn't paying attention either." She smiled warmly and began dusting herself off. Oliver just stared, dumbfounded. She pushed several strands of her shiny shoulder- length hair behind her ears after smoothing out her robes. He gathered her books for her and handed them to her when she looked up. She grinned widely. Oliver was quickly realizing that every time she smiled he was caught off-guard.
"Well, uh, I'm really sorry," he began again awkwardly.
"Don't worry about it, seriously. It's fine." She said reassuringly, flashing another one of those dazzling smiles. "I'll see you at dinner, ok?"
"Yeah, alright." He said still obviously feeling bad about what had happened.
"It's okay!" she said, and lightly squeezed his arm before walking away. Oliver began to head once again toward Gryffindor tower, but this time with a dreamy, far-off look on his face. No matter how much he tried to deny it, he was falling for Jen. Not only was she gorgeous, but also had a warm, sparkling personality. She was so smart and witty, and that smile.he sighed inwardly. He waltzed right through the entrance to the Gryffindor common room after supplying the Fat Lady with the password. He bounded up the stairs two at a time to the seventh year boys' dormitory and began putting his books away, while humming to himself. He was so preoccupied that he didn't even notice that Chad Sharpe, his fellow seventh year and friend was already there and had been sitting on his bed watching him.
"Earth to Wood!" He said with a smirk. Oliver spun around with a start.
"Sharpe, what the bloody hell are you thinking, you git?" He said, tossing a pillow at Chad's head.
"Simmer down, man. You were the one off in la-la land!" Chad retorted with a grin. Oliver blushed and turned around.
" I am not in la-la land." Oliver replied in a forced nonchalant tone, with his back still turned.
"Methinks thou doth protesteth too much, my friend!" Chad persisted eagerly. "C'mon, what's got you all dazed and confused, Wood?" When Oliver did not reply, Chad added, "or should I say, who?" Oliver spun around and pointed at him.
"Sharpe, you had better watch yourself!" He was smiling as he said it.
"Oh, I knew it! Who is she? Spill it!" He said impatiently. Oliver looked weary but then walked over and closed the door.
"Ok. I will tell you but first you have to SWEAR not to tell anyone." Chad nodded in agreement so Oliver continued. "It's, she's..Jen Davies." Chad let out a low whistle.
"A Ravenclaw, eh?" He remarked in disbelief. Then he added, "but hey, she's quite a catch I must say!" And punched Oliver playfully in the shoulder. Oliver rolled his eyes. "Are you going to ask her to the Ball or what?"
"I don't know.." Oliver said reluctantly. "She's on a rival Quidditch team, and her brother-"
"Roger?" Chad asked imperturbably. "He's nothing to worry about. All talk and no brains. I say, if you want her, go get her!"
"I guess.." Oliver supposed.
"Well you'll have time to think about it during dinner," Chad interrupted. "Let's go, you crazy love-struck oaf!" Oliver rolled his eyes and followed his friend out the door and down to dinner.
Jen walked into the dining hall, chatting excitedly with Kate about her run-in with Oliver that day. "So, have you finally decided whether or not you like him?" Kate inquired, raising an eyebrow.
"Yeah, I think I have. I mean, I think I do." Jen said smiling diffidently.
"Oh Jen, that's so awesome!" Kate said. "What are you going to do about it, then?" Jen's eyes widened.
"Nothing?" she suggested, with an irresolute look. Kate gasped.
"Jen! You can't do nothing! I think he likes you as well, if you ask me. Just go for it, make the first move!" She urged.
"Ok, no, no." Jen protested, shaking her head. "First off, I will not make the first move. They boys are supposed to ask us! And second," she continued, "Roger would kill me!" Kate sighed exasperatedly.
"Jen, you can not let Roger control your life forever! He's just going to have to deal with it!" Jen's resolve was slowly wearing down.
"Alright, look, I'll think about it, ok?" She asked with a buoyant look. Kate just shrugged and led her over to a seat next to their friends.
"Hey Davies!" Brent said giving Jen a high five.
"What's up, Cooper?" Jen asked, sitting down.
"Nothing really. Your lout of a brother has scheduled an extra practice tonight at 7:30 to help us better prepare for the game against Gryffindor." Jen groaned. She had forgotten that the game was so near. What would Roger say if word got out about Oliver?
"Where is Rog, by the way?" She wondered out loud.
"Ah, he skipped dinner to write out some plays." Just then, Ramey and Maggie came in and sat down across the table.
"Where's Crystal?" Jen asked them curiously. The two exchanged looks.
"She's by the door talking to her newest interest." Maggie said, pointing. Sure enough, there was Crystal, wrapped up in a conversation with.. "Radford?" Jen exclaimed in incredulity. Brent and Kate looked around also to see Jen's fellow beater, Avery Radford flirting with Crystal. The curly, brown and blonde streaked back of Crystal's hair was all they could see, but the small distance between them said enough. When Dumbledore tapped on his glass, the two sixth years hurried to their seats. They ended up across the table and two seats down from each other, and both looked embarrassed. Ramey gave Crystal a look before Dumbledore began his speech. During the speech Jen found her gaze wandering across the room at the Gryffindor table. Her eyes roved amongst the red and gold of the Gryffindors until she found him. He was leaning back in his seat, listening to the Headmaster. A brawny, round-faced boy with curly blonde-ish hair tapped him on the shoulder and whispered something in his ear. Oliver chuckled and Jen noticed his wide dimples and the way his brown eyes shone with laughter. She caught herself and turned her attention back to the front table just as Dumbledore finished speaking and sat down. The golden plates immediately filled with food and the great hall became consumed with the clinking of utensils and the chatter of four tables of young witches and wizards. Ryan Ekart came in late, and to Maggie's delight, sat down next to her. Ryan was tall and thin with pointy features and short light brown hair. Maggie became unusually quiet for her chatty self, and every time their arms or hands touched she blushed furiously.
"Oliver," Chad nudged his friend. "Roger isn't at dinner! After it's over is your perfect chance to ask Jen to the ball! Or had you not noticed?"
"I've noticed!" Oliver exclaimed irritably. "Sorry man." He said, "I am just really nervous about this."
"Well, you don't have much time to be nervous, mate, because dinner is just about over."
"Yeah. Thanks a lot for reminding me." Oliver looked apprehensively over at the Ravenclaw table. Jen and her friends were getting up..
The group of Ravenclaws rose from the table and headed towards the door of the Great Hall. Jen was busy talking with Avery about the essay they had due in History of Magic, when out of the corner of her eye she saw Oliver approaching. "Hey, Radford, I'll catch you later, ok?" She said, and walked toward Oliver. "Hey," She said genially.
"Hey love, can I steal you away to ask you something?" He said warily, eyeing Ramey and Maggie, who were standing behind them. Jen turned around and widened her eyes at them, urging them to look inconspicuous.
"Sure, Oliver.." she followed him outside the great hall and to the side.
"Well, um, I'm not sure how to say this," he blundered, "but..well, the ball is coming up, and I was just..well if you wanted to I um, I was wondering if you would, that is, if you wanted to..I would love to take you. As my date." He finally finished after getting a grip on himself. Jen was stunned and couldn't help but to smile broadly.
"Oliver, I- yes."
"Yes?"
"..Yes!" She reassured him, nodding.
"Ok. Well, then..ok! Thank you. I..I will see you later, then?"
"Ok." Jen answered, beaming.
"Ok!" Oliver repeated again, turning around. 'Oh man, the guys are never going to let me hear the end of this..' He thought, and practically floated up to Gryffindor tower with a silly grin spread across his face.