Now a member of ff.net, I have decided to write a fanfiction of my
own. Obviously Oliver related, my fanfic will be some adaptation of my
recurring dream. That's right a dream. All of the Oliver/Katie fanfic
writers have inspired me to write this story in one way or another and I
hope they and any other readers enjoy reading it as much as I enjoy writing
it. Katie will be portrayed as a kind, sarcastic tomboy- a sensitive girl
deep down who keeps her feelings inside. Oliver, on the other hand is as
charming as ever. Quidditch fanatic, a wee bit boastful, and very cute,
Oliver is Katie's childhood friend and vice versa. I hope my writing skills
prove to be appealing in some way. I'll try to update on a weekly basis, no
promises though. I'm very bad at keeping them. Anywayz, before I fill the
page with my ranting. . . Here it is- hope you like it. ~itefaq
Right In Front of Your Eyes
An attempt to write a good fic by a new writer, me- itefaq Written in third person but may change throughout story, I'll let you know. Oh and italicized words are part of the human thought process.
bDisclaimer:b All JKR's- all hail her
Chapter 1- P.U.
"Why do we have to move?" questioned an unhappy eight-year-old Katie. "It's bad enough I won't be able to see grandpa everyday but now I have to move to a muggle town!"
"Talkin' to yourself again sport?"
"Oh, Hi grandpa, I was just thinkin', " Katie said in response.
"Listen Katie, I know you don't want to move but sometimes we have to do things we don't like," stated Katie's grandfather.
"I guess you're right gramps, " Katie replied. "I'm really gonna miss you grandpa. I won't be able to see you everyday." Tears built up in a pair of hazel eyes.
"Sport, you can still visit me whenever you like. I'll always be here."
"Thanks grandpa," Katie said as she stood up to leave, her parents waiting downstairs.
"Hold on a minute, I want to give you something." Katie's grandfather rose from his seat and handed Katie a tiny package wrapped in tissue paper and ribbon. "Don't open it until you get to your new home."
"Alright, thanks grandpa!" Katie embraced her grandfather in a warm hug.
"Better go sport," Katie's grandfather stated as he let go of his granddaughter.
"See you soon gramps, bye."
* * *
"Here we are, 28 Fournier Drive," declared Mr. Bell. "So what do you think of it Katie?"
"Eh, it's alright," Katie answered in a clearly displeased tone.
"Well, don't you want to see your new room?" inquired Katie's mother.
"I'll check it out in a bit," said a grumpy Katie.
Once inside, Katie realized just how much bigger the new house was compared to her grandfather's home. " I don't care if it's ten times as big! I'd still rather stay with grandpa," mumbled Katie. Venturing upstairs to a room her parents dubbed hers, Katie looked around in awe. As an only child, Katie had no idea why her parents bought such a large house. Her room was huge! Scanning the room, Katie decided the part of her room that appealed to her most was alcove-like window seat. The light blue colored room reminded her of the sky and how her grandfather would teach her to fly. Katie suddenly remembered the package her grandfather gave her. She took it out of her jeans pocket and tore the tissue paper off in one swift movement. At first she mistook the object inside to be a string of silver. Further examination on Katie's part, led her to discover it was a bracelet. Katie wasn't the biggest fan of jewelry. Her pierced ears hardly ever had earrings attached to them. As Katie picked up the bracelet she realized it was a charm bracelet. From it dangled five charms: a quaffle, a bludger, a snitch, a broomstick, and a turquoise bead. Putting it on, Katie moved towards the window seat and gazed at the world outside. It had only been two hours since she left her grandfather's yet she missed him dearly. Still looking outside, Katie's hazel orbs wandered to a nearby park. In an attempt to get her mind off moving, she decided to go to the park. Katie ran downstairs. "Mom, I'm goin' to the park!" Katie shouted while putting on her favorite cap.
"Oh, but don't you want to meet our neighbors, the Woods?"
"Maybe later, bye." Katie didn't have time to meet some muggle family; she needed to get to that park. Upon arriving there, Katie looked around. The closest thing to flying was the seesaw, but two were required in order to seesaw. Katie then settled for a go on the swings. To her frustration every swing was occupied. Deciding to wait rather than go home, Katie stood there leaning against a massive oak tree. Five minutes passed, ten minutes passed, then another five minutes passed. Katie was losing her patience. She headed for a couple of boys who had been on the swings since before she arrived.
"Yes, what do you want?" a sandy haired boy asked.
"I was just wonderin' if I could have a go on the swing," replied a determined Katie.
"As a matter of fact you can't," declared another boy, this one black haired. "You're not from here, are you?"
"No, I just moved here," answered Katie.
"From where, Stinkville?" the blonde boy remarked. Both he and the dark haired boy broke into a fit of laughter.
"Look at her cap, it says P.U.," commented the raven-haired boy.
"It means she smells," said the other boy. Both boys continued laughing and making cracks about Katie's cap. She couldn't take much more of them.
"It stands for Puddlemere United!" Katie exclaimed.
"Really? Never heard of 'em," shouted the blonde.
"Probably because they don't exist," said the other. Still laughing the blonde snuck up behind Katie and took the cap off her head.
"Hey! Give that back!" Katie shouted.
"I don't think so," the blonde remarked throwing the cap to his friend. Katie was in no mood for a game of monkey in the middle.
"You better give it back or I'll hurt you," threatened Katie.
"Really, what could you do to us?" said the blonde in a cold tone.
"Just give her the cap!" a third voice ordered.
"Oh, and who might you be?" asked the ebony-topped boy. Before the third boy could answer, Katie kicked the cap-holder in the shins (hard might I add), grabbed the cap, and made a run for the slide.
"Wow, you sure run fast," remarked the third boy who had followed Katie to the slide. "That was some kick, he'll be in pain for days, by the way I'm Oliver, Oliver Wood." As the words left his mouth he swelled up his chest and straightened his posture. Katie failed at suppressing her giggling. "I'm eight and three quarters," he said.
"Oh, I'm only eight and a half," replied Katie. " Thanks for helping me out back there."
"Well those guys always hog the swings," Oliver said. "I noticed your cap says P.U. What did you say it stood for?"
Katie looked a bit apprehensive. She debated on whether or not to tell Oliver what P.U. stood for. Oliver, on the other hand, had an anxious hopeful look on his face. It would be really cool to meet a non-muggle.
"Um. . . it means. . . ," Katie hesitantly continued, "Puddlemereunited." Somewhere in the jumble of incohesive words Oliver thought he heard 'Puddlemere United'. Katie, expecting a reaction, fumbled with her hands.
"Did you say Puddlemere United?" Oliver inquired with a smile tugging at his lips.
"Yes, yes I did, I know you probably never-" Katie was cut off by Oliver.
"They're brilliant!" Oliver exclaimed.
"You know them?" Katie asked with a mixture of surprise and joy.
"Yeah, they're the best Quidditch team there is!"
"They're my favourite team too!"
"You like Quidditch?"
"I love Quidditch!"
"What's your broom choice?"
"I dunno to much 'bout brooms but I'd have to say the Lightning 281."
"Mines is the Nimbus 1500!"
"Never seen it," Katie remarked.
Assuming she was a witch. with good reason, Oliver said, "Really?! You gotta see it! Quality Quidditch Supplies has a display set."
"The last time I went to Diagon Alley was when I was five."
"What! You have to come with me when I go with my brother." Nodding, Katie continued to talk with Oliver.
"So, do you live in this town? I've never seen you here before," Oliver inquired.
"Yeah, I just moved here."
"Great! I'm glad I finally met a non-muggle!" exclaimed Oliver.
"Oliver! We have to go; it's almost time for dinner! You know how mum gets when we're late!" a twelve-year-old boy shouted.
"Coming Derick," Oliver retorted. In response to a look of bewilderment from Katie, Oliver informed Katie Derick was his older brother. "So, maybe I'll see you around? Nice meetin' you, bye!" said Oliver.
"Bye, it was nice meeting you too." Leaving without a much-desired ride on the swings, Katie smiled, hoping she had made a friend instead.
(At Oliver's House)
"So Oliver who was that girl you were talking to?" Derick asked. "Don't have a crush, do we Ickle Ollie?"
"Cut it out Derick," Oliver blushed. " I don't have a crush on -" Oliver realized he had never asked the girl her name.
(At Katie's House)
"Katie, wash up and go change out of those dirty jeans. We're going to go see the Woods," Mrs. Bell commanded.
"I like my jeans mom and why do we have to go visit the-" Did she say the 'Woods'. Isn't that Oliver's last name? What if he's my neighbor? "Alright, I'll go change." Katie ran upstairs leaving a puzzled Mrs. Bell behind.
"Someone's at the door. Derick, can you answer it?" Mr. Wood asked.
"Sure dad, Oliver! Oliver, answer the door."
"What?! But he told-oh alright!" Oliver grunted, walking to the door. Opening it, Oliver saw a brown haired couple and a girl. Something about the girl seemed familiar. Is that, no it can't be. Oliver's thoughts were interrupted by an "Oliver?" from the brown haired girl.
"You live here? I live next door! Remember me, Katie from the park?"
Oh, so that's her name. "Yeah, I remember. That's great! We're neighbors!" Oliver said smiling.
While the parents talked, Oliver led Katie to his room. (A/N: they're innocent 8 yr olds) " Pretty neat, huh?" Oliver asked in a boastful tone.
"It's exactly like mine, with blue paint, a window seat, and all!" Katie looked around and noticed the walls were covered with Quidditch posters of Puddlemere United. The zooming players entranced her as her eyes moved from poster to poster.
"Is that your room window then?" Oliver asked, snapping Katie out of her trance.
"What? I mean- yeah that's my room window." While answering Oliver, her eyes fell upon a telescope standing near the window. "Like stars?"
"They're okay. I hardly use that thing," Oliver said pointing to the heaven- gazing instrument.
"You should use it more often, stars are amazing to look at!" Whether Oliver chose to ignore her statement or did not hear it, Katie did not know but Oliver brought up the subject of Hogwarts. After discussing the magical school, Katie took her leave.
* * *
As an eight-year-old Oliver got ready for bed, a clear night sky covered the town of Shutterly. Before crawling under the covers, Oliver made his way to the window and took a look at the heavens using his telescope. "Katie was right, stars are amazing."
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Well there you have it, the first chapter of my very first fic. I know it has little Katie/Oliver but bear with me. Just to let all readers know, I'm a bit of a closet romantic so that may rub off in my writing. I admit this was a bit corny/cheesy at times but I also thought it was cute. Review if you like it, review if you don't. Bottom line- REVIEW Thank you for reading this ~itefaq
Right In Front of Your Eyes
An attempt to write a good fic by a new writer, me- itefaq Written in third person but may change throughout story, I'll let you know. Oh and italicized words are part of the human thought process.
bDisclaimer:b All JKR's- all hail her
Chapter 1- P.U.
"Why do we have to move?" questioned an unhappy eight-year-old Katie. "It's bad enough I won't be able to see grandpa everyday but now I have to move to a muggle town!"
"Talkin' to yourself again sport?"
"Oh, Hi grandpa, I was just thinkin', " Katie said in response.
"Listen Katie, I know you don't want to move but sometimes we have to do things we don't like," stated Katie's grandfather.
"I guess you're right gramps, " Katie replied. "I'm really gonna miss you grandpa. I won't be able to see you everyday." Tears built up in a pair of hazel eyes.
"Sport, you can still visit me whenever you like. I'll always be here."
"Thanks grandpa," Katie said as she stood up to leave, her parents waiting downstairs.
"Hold on a minute, I want to give you something." Katie's grandfather rose from his seat and handed Katie a tiny package wrapped in tissue paper and ribbon. "Don't open it until you get to your new home."
"Alright, thanks grandpa!" Katie embraced her grandfather in a warm hug.
"Better go sport," Katie's grandfather stated as he let go of his granddaughter.
"See you soon gramps, bye."
* * *
"Here we are, 28 Fournier Drive," declared Mr. Bell. "So what do you think of it Katie?"
"Eh, it's alright," Katie answered in a clearly displeased tone.
"Well, don't you want to see your new room?" inquired Katie's mother.
"I'll check it out in a bit," said a grumpy Katie.
Once inside, Katie realized just how much bigger the new house was compared to her grandfather's home. " I don't care if it's ten times as big! I'd still rather stay with grandpa," mumbled Katie. Venturing upstairs to a room her parents dubbed hers, Katie looked around in awe. As an only child, Katie had no idea why her parents bought such a large house. Her room was huge! Scanning the room, Katie decided the part of her room that appealed to her most was alcove-like window seat. The light blue colored room reminded her of the sky and how her grandfather would teach her to fly. Katie suddenly remembered the package her grandfather gave her. She took it out of her jeans pocket and tore the tissue paper off in one swift movement. At first she mistook the object inside to be a string of silver. Further examination on Katie's part, led her to discover it was a bracelet. Katie wasn't the biggest fan of jewelry. Her pierced ears hardly ever had earrings attached to them. As Katie picked up the bracelet she realized it was a charm bracelet. From it dangled five charms: a quaffle, a bludger, a snitch, a broomstick, and a turquoise bead. Putting it on, Katie moved towards the window seat and gazed at the world outside. It had only been two hours since she left her grandfather's yet she missed him dearly. Still looking outside, Katie's hazel orbs wandered to a nearby park. In an attempt to get her mind off moving, she decided to go to the park. Katie ran downstairs. "Mom, I'm goin' to the park!" Katie shouted while putting on her favorite cap.
"Oh, but don't you want to meet our neighbors, the Woods?"
"Maybe later, bye." Katie didn't have time to meet some muggle family; she needed to get to that park. Upon arriving there, Katie looked around. The closest thing to flying was the seesaw, but two were required in order to seesaw. Katie then settled for a go on the swings. To her frustration every swing was occupied. Deciding to wait rather than go home, Katie stood there leaning against a massive oak tree. Five minutes passed, ten minutes passed, then another five minutes passed. Katie was losing her patience. She headed for a couple of boys who had been on the swings since before she arrived.
"Yes, what do you want?" a sandy haired boy asked.
"I was just wonderin' if I could have a go on the swing," replied a determined Katie.
"As a matter of fact you can't," declared another boy, this one black haired. "You're not from here, are you?"
"No, I just moved here," answered Katie.
"From where, Stinkville?" the blonde boy remarked. Both he and the dark haired boy broke into a fit of laughter.
"Look at her cap, it says P.U.," commented the raven-haired boy.
"It means she smells," said the other boy. Both boys continued laughing and making cracks about Katie's cap. She couldn't take much more of them.
"It stands for Puddlemere United!" Katie exclaimed.
"Really? Never heard of 'em," shouted the blonde.
"Probably because they don't exist," said the other. Still laughing the blonde snuck up behind Katie and took the cap off her head.
"Hey! Give that back!" Katie shouted.
"I don't think so," the blonde remarked throwing the cap to his friend. Katie was in no mood for a game of monkey in the middle.
"You better give it back or I'll hurt you," threatened Katie.
"Really, what could you do to us?" said the blonde in a cold tone.
"Just give her the cap!" a third voice ordered.
"Oh, and who might you be?" asked the ebony-topped boy. Before the third boy could answer, Katie kicked the cap-holder in the shins (hard might I add), grabbed the cap, and made a run for the slide.
"Wow, you sure run fast," remarked the third boy who had followed Katie to the slide. "That was some kick, he'll be in pain for days, by the way I'm Oliver, Oliver Wood." As the words left his mouth he swelled up his chest and straightened his posture. Katie failed at suppressing her giggling. "I'm eight and three quarters," he said.
"Oh, I'm only eight and a half," replied Katie. " Thanks for helping me out back there."
"Well those guys always hog the swings," Oliver said. "I noticed your cap says P.U. What did you say it stood for?"
Katie looked a bit apprehensive. She debated on whether or not to tell Oliver what P.U. stood for. Oliver, on the other hand, had an anxious hopeful look on his face. It would be really cool to meet a non-muggle.
"Um. . . it means. . . ," Katie hesitantly continued, "Puddlemereunited." Somewhere in the jumble of incohesive words Oliver thought he heard 'Puddlemere United'. Katie, expecting a reaction, fumbled with her hands.
"Did you say Puddlemere United?" Oliver inquired with a smile tugging at his lips.
"Yes, yes I did, I know you probably never-" Katie was cut off by Oliver.
"They're brilliant!" Oliver exclaimed.
"You know them?" Katie asked with a mixture of surprise and joy.
"Yeah, they're the best Quidditch team there is!"
"They're my favourite team too!"
"You like Quidditch?"
"I love Quidditch!"
"What's your broom choice?"
"I dunno to much 'bout brooms but I'd have to say the Lightning 281."
"Mines is the Nimbus 1500!"
"Never seen it," Katie remarked.
Assuming she was a witch. with good reason, Oliver said, "Really?! You gotta see it! Quality Quidditch Supplies has a display set."
"The last time I went to Diagon Alley was when I was five."
"What! You have to come with me when I go with my brother." Nodding, Katie continued to talk with Oliver.
"So, do you live in this town? I've never seen you here before," Oliver inquired.
"Yeah, I just moved here."
"Great! I'm glad I finally met a non-muggle!" exclaimed Oliver.
"Oliver! We have to go; it's almost time for dinner! You know how mum gets when we're late!" a twelve-year-old boy shouted.
"Coming Derick," Oliver retorted. In response to a look of bewilderment from Katie, Oliver informed Katie Derick was his older brother. "So, maybe I'll see you around? Nice meetin' you, bye!" said Oliver.
"Bye, it was nice meeting you too." Leaving without a much-desired ride on the swings, Katie smiled, hoping she had made a friend instead.
(At Oliver's House)
"So Oliver who was that girl you were talking to?" Derick asked. "Don't have a crush, do we Ickle Ollie?"
"Cut it out Derick," Oliver blushed. " I don't have a crush on -" Oliver realized he had never asked the girl her name.
(At Katie's House)
"Katie, wash up and go change out of those dirty jeans. We're going to go see the Woods," Mrs. Bell commanded.
"I like my jeans mom and why do we have to go visit the-" Did she say the 'Woods'. Isn't that Oliver's last name? What if he's my neighbor? "Alright, I'll go change." Katie ran upstairs leaving a puzzled Mrs. Bell behind.
"Someone's at the door. Derick, can you answer it?" Mr. Wood asked.
"Sure dad, Oliver! Oliver, answer the door."
"What?! But he told-oh alright!" Oliver grunted, walking to the door. Opening it, Oliver saw a brown haired couple and a girl. Something about the girl seemed familiar. Is that, no it can't be. Oliver's thoughts were interrupted by an "Oliver?" from the brown haired girl.
"You live here? I live next door! Remember me, Katie from the park?"
Oh, so that's her name. "Yeah, I remember. That's great! We're neighbors!" Oliver said smiling.
While the parents talked, Oliver led Katie to his room. (A/N: they're innocent 8 yr olds) " Pretty neat, huh?" Oliver asked in a boastful tone.
"It's exactly like mine, with blue paint, a window seat, and all!" Katie looked around and noticed the walls were covered with Quidditch posters of Puddlemere United. The zooming players entranced her as her eyes moved from poster to poster.
"Is that your room window then?" Oliver asked, snapping Katie out of her trance.
"What? I mean- yeah that's my room window." While answering Oliver, her eyes fell upon a telescope standing near the window. "Like stars?"
"They're okay. I hardly use that thing," Oliver said pointing to the heaven- gazing instrument.
"You should use it more often, stars are amazing to look at!" Whether Oliver chose to ignore her statement or did not hear it, Katie did not know but Oliver brought up the subject of Hogwarts. After discussing the magical school, Katie took her leave.
* * *
As an eight-year-old Oliver got ready for bed, a clear night sky covered the town of Shutterly. Before crawling under the covers, Oliver made his way to the window and took a look at the heavens using his telescope. "Katie was right, stars are amazing."
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Well there you have it, the first chapter of my very first fic. I know it has little Katie/Oliver but bear with me. Just to let all readers know, I'm a bit of a closet romantic so that may rub off in my writing. I admit this was a bit corny/cheesy at times but I also thought it was cute. Review if you like it, review if you don't. Bottom line- REVIEW Thank you for reading this ~itefaq