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Authors: Lily LeBlanc
Feedback: Greatly appreciated!!
Note: This chapters 3rd person Oliver POV
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Oliver couldn't help but smile as he watched Jenifer sprint down the hallway, undoubtedly headed to the dungeons if she was filled with such terror of being late. Snape handed out detention like it was his civic duty. As soon as Jenifer had rounded the corner at the end of the hall way wood turned to head back into his new office, his left leg less willing to move than the right.
He had walked with a gimp since last summer, since the incident that brought his soaring Quiditch career to a sudden halt.
His team the, Puddlemere United, were quickly becoming favorites for the next World Cup. It had taken a lot of work, determination and growing up on Wood's part but it has also been the most amazing four years of his life. On his first two years on the team they had done mediocre, most of the players where his senior by seven or nine or ten years, but the last two years new blood had joined the team, giving it back the vigor and energy it so needed. This year's season had gone incredible, only one loss in twelve games, they were competing with the big boys now.
It was to be a match with the "big boys" that would literally send his career into a brick wall. The game had dragged on for hours, neither team would give in. Neither seeker could find the snitch in the fog that had settled upon the stadium. By three in the morning the players were completely depleted of any energy, several players nearly fell 300 feet off their brooms to the hard field below from exhaustion. The score had stayed at 240 to 100 for the last half hour. Neither team could make a goal, woods team was to beat up to even carry the quaffle never mind throw it, and wood on his part refused to let the other team score. They'd hit it his way, and he's force his tired body to stop it anyway possible.
He knew he couldn't let them get anymore points, the seekers had spotted the snitch finally, they had been following it for the last ten minutes. It was times like these wood truly missed Potter, no one could catch a snitch quite like Harry. Wood beat back one finale quafle, perhaps one of the most spectacular moves Oliver had ever made he flipped head over foot, whacking the waffle with the end of his broom, sending it directly into the face of the chaser who had tired to score. This occurred right before the opposing team caught the snitch, the seeker believing the cheers from the crown originated from his team finally scoring.
It took several moments for all the players hidden in the fog to realize what had happened, the cheers from the Puddlemere United side grew louder. The tired crowd wasonce again awake and cheering on their savior Wood.
Wood and his teammates found their way through the fog to the ground. As they landed they rushed to Oliver, if it hadn't been for him, they would have lost this match and their shot at the World Cup. It was the proudest moment of his life, he had saved the game, and sent that git of a chaser, Justin Haviner, spiraling back with the quafle indented in his face.
A man from the Daily Prophet had made his way threw the fog to the team; he wanted to get a picture of this, no matter how foggy it was. Oliver being one of the taller people on the team was in the back row of the picture. It took several minutes and spells before the man took their picture, he managed to clear enough fog away so they could barley be seen. As the flash went off Oliver heard his own bone crack. Well hidden in the fog an enraged and toughly embarrassed Justin had snuck up behind Wood. With his broom in hand, enchanted to be as hard as metal, used all his remaining strength to blow out Wood's knee.
The entire Puddlemere United team was upon Justin before he had even finished laughing. Of coarse Justin's team rushed to his aid, wands in one hand fists in the other. It was one of the bloodiest after game battles between two teams in the history of Quidditch, even though it lasted a mere two minutes. The officials and Mediwithces had quickly sedated everyone. Most came out with a few burns and black eyes, excluding Justin who now resembled a large black and blue mass.
The Mediwitches examined Wood first. His knee cap had been completely shattered, it could be mended, but it would take time, his knee cap was now comprised of thousands of small bone fragments. Each piece had to be put together exactly right or he would be paralyzed permanently.
He would spend three weeks in the hospital; each piece was slowly mended together. He had thought as soon as he was out he'd be back on his broom. It was then his doctor came to tell him he had to take at least six months off from Quidditch, or he might not be able to walk by the time he was thirty. It was that same day Headmaster Dumbledore had come to visit Oliver. He offered him a temporary job, in Madam Hooche's place while she took her much needed break.
So he resigned himself to teaching for a year, if he could not play at least he could teach others how to. He again thought of Jenifer and wondered if she had made it to Snape's class on time.
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A/N:
Thanks to those of you taking time to read our story! We appreciate it greatly. Please R/R with any comments, suggestions, and ideas you have on the story, or just to let us know you read it =).
Reviewers:
Tropic Of Scorpio- Thank you for the review! Thank you so much for catching those 'I's. It's being revised as we speak, and I'm sorry for any mistakes we may have/will miss; we really appreciate you showing them to us. Please continue to R/R =)
Authors: Lily LeBlanc
Feedback: Greatly appreciated!!
Note: This chapters 3rd person Oliver POV
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Oliver couldn't help but smile as he watched Jenifer sprint down the hallway, undoubtedly headed to the dungeons if she was filled with such terror of being late. Snape handed out detention like it was his civic duty. As soon as Jenifer had rounded the corner at the end of the hall way wood turned to head back into his new office, his left leg less willing to move than the right.
He had walked with a gimp since last summer, since the incident that brought his soaring Quiditch career to a sudden halt.
His team the, Puddlemere United, were quickly becoming favorites for the next World Cup. It had taken a lot of work, determination and growing up on Wood's part but it has also been the most amazing four years of his life. On his first two years on the team they had done mediocre, most of the players where his senior by seven or nine or ten years, but the last two years new blood had joined the team, giving it back the vigor and energy it so needed. This year's season had gone incredible, only one loss in twelve games, they were competing with the big boys now.
It was to be a match with the "big boys" that would literally send his career into a brick wall. The game had dragged on for hours, neither team would give in. Neither seeker could find the snitch in the fog that had settled upon the stadium. By three in the morning the players were completely depleted of any energy, several players nearly fell 300 feet off their brooms to the hard field below from exhaustion. The score had stayed at 240 to 100 for the last half hour. Neither team could make a goal, woods team was to beat up to even carry the quaffle never mind throw it, and wood on his part refused to let the other team score. They'd hit it his way, and he's force his tired body to stop it anyway possible.
He knew he couldn't let them get anymore points, the seekers had spotted the snitch finally, they had been following it for the last ten minutes. It was times like these wood truly missed Potter, no one could catch a snitch quite like Harry. Wood beat back one finale quafle, perhaps one of the most spectacular moves Oliver had ever made he flipped head over foot, whacking the waffle with the end of his broom, sending it directly into the face of the chaser who had tired to score. This occurred right before the opposing team caught the snitch, the seeker believing the cheers from the crown originated from his team finally scoring.
It took several moments for all the players hidden in the fog to realize what had happened, the cheers from the Puddlemere United side grew louder. The tired crowd wasonce again awake and cheering on their savior Wood.
Wood and his teammates found their way through the fog to the ground. As they landed they rushed to Oliver, if it hadn't been for him, they would have lost this match and their shot at the World Cup. It was the proudest moment of his life, he had saved the game, and sent that git of a chaser, Justin Haviner, spiraling back with the quafle indented in his face.
A man from the Daily Prophet had made his way threw the fog to the team; he wanted to get a picture of this, no matter how foggy it was. Oliver being one of the taller people on the team was in the back row of the picture. It took several minutes and spells before the man took their picture, he managed to clear enough fog away so they could barley be seen. As the flash went off Oliver heard his own bone crack. Well hidden in the fog an enraged and toughly embarrassed Justin had snuck up behind Wood. With his broom in hand, enchanted to be as hard as metal, used all his remaining strength to blow out Wood's knee.
The entire Puddlemere United team was upon Justin before he had even finished laughing. Of coarse Justin's team rushed to his aid, wands in one hand fists in the other. It was one of the bloodiest after game battles between two teams in the history of Quidditch, even though it lasted a mere two minutes. The officials and Mediwithces had quickly sedated everyone. Most came out with a few burns and black eyes, excluding Justin who now resembled a large black and blue mass.
The Mediwitches examined Wood first. His knee cap had been completely shattered, it could be mended, but it would take time, his knee cap was now comprised of thousands of small bone fragments. Each piece had to be put together exactly right or he would be paralyzed permanently.
He would spend three weeks in the hospital; each piece was slowly mended together. He had thought as soon as he was out he'd be back on his broom. It was then his doctor came to tell him he had to take at least six months off from Quidditch, or he might not be able to walk by the time he was thirty. It was that same day Headmaster Dumbledore had come to visit Oliver. He offered him a temporary job, in Madam Hooche's place while she took her much needed break.
So he resigned himself to teaching for a year, if he could not play at least he could teach others how to. He again thought of Jenifer and wondered if she had made it to Snape's class on time.
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A/N:
Thanks to those of you taking time to read our story! We appreciate it greatly. Please R/R with any comments, suggestions, and ideas you have on the story, or just to let us know you read it =).
Reviewers:
Tropic Of Scorpio- Thank you for the review! Thank you so much for catching those 'I's. It's being revised as we speak, and I'm sorry for any mistakes we may have/will miss; we really appreciate you showing them to us. Please continue to R/R =)