Chapter One
The Practice
It was a warm fall day outside of Hogwarts. The sun shone brightly and the birds chirped with glee. Oliver Wood awoke with a smile on his face. He got up, dressed hastily, and walked to the Quidditch field.
He had missed this field terribly over the summer break and was extremely happy to be back on it once again. He took a walk around as he waited for his fellow team mates to arrive.
Fred Weasley walked down the tower stairs, rubbing sleep out of his eyes. "Fucking Oliver. . .crazy lunatic," he said as he stormed down the halls. He hated having to go to practices this early in the morning. Especially when it was barely the second day of classes. His brother George and his fellow team mate, Harry, caught up with him.
"G-Day mate," said his brother in a sleepy tone.
"Is it?" he replied rather grumpily.
"Probably not," started Harry, "whenever we have to wake up this early it's never a good sign."
"Yeah. . .you're right," said Fred as they walked out the front doors of the castle.
They made their way to the Quidditch field where Oliver had obviously arrived quite a few minutes ahead of time. He was pacing around nervously.
"Well," began Fred, "We're here."
"Do you know what time it is? It's 6:03!" said Oliver anrgrily, "I told you to be here at EXACTLY six o' clock!"
"Calm down Wood. We're only three minutes late. I bet you the rest of the team is still sleeping," said George.
"Oh suuure. ONLY three minutes late. Those minutes CANNOT be made up men! From now on, all the minutes that you arrive late will add to the time of the practice" said Oliver as he walked into the locker room.
"Is it just me," whispered George to Fred and Harry, "or has he taken one too many bludgers to the head. . ."
"No, he's just finally gone completely insane" replied Fred as he made his way to the lockers, George and Harry tailing him.
The Practice
It was a warm fall day outside of Hogwarts. The sun shone brightly and the birds chirped with glee. Oliver Wood awoke with a smile on his face. He got up, dressed hastily, and walked to the Quidditch field.
He had missed this field terribly over the summer break and was extremely happy to be back on it once again. He took a walk around as he waited for his fellow team mates to arrive.
Fred Weasley walked down the tower stairs, rubbing sleep out of his eyes. "Fucking Oliver. . .crazy lunatic," he said as he stormed down the halls. He hated having to go to practices this early in the morning. Especially when it was barely the second day of classes. His brother George and his fellow team mate, Harry, caught up with him.
"G-Day mate," said his brother in a sleepy tone.
"Is it?" he replied rather grumpily.
"Probably not," started Harry, "whenever we have to wake up this early it's never a good sign."
"Yeah. . .you're right," said Fred as they walked out the front doors of the castle.
They made their way to the Quidditch field where Oliver had obviously arrived quite a few minutes ahead of time. He was pacing around nervously.
"Well," began Fred, "We're here."
"Do you know what time it is? It's 6:03!" said Oliver anrgrily, "I told you to be here at EXACTLY six o' clock!"
"Calm down Wood. We're only three minutes late. I bet you the rest of the team is still sleeping," said George.
"Oh suuure. ONLY three minutes late. Those minutes CANNOT be made up men! From now on, all the minutes that you arrive late will add to the time of the practice" said Oliver as he walked into the locker room.
"Is it just me," whispered George to Fred and Harry, "or has he taken one too many bludgers to the head. . ."
"No, he's just finally gone completely insane" replied Fred as he made his way to the lockers, George and Harry tailing him.