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I've got some news-good and bad. The bad news is pretty well known and nothing new. We all know that Oliver Wood, Sean Biggerstaff, will not appear in Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban-the movie. How they expect us to accept that-I have no clue! Good news- It's new to me but may be known to a lot of you-I don't know. Recently I learned that Cho Chang will not appear in the third movie either. Personally, I loathe her and could care less about her character. Right, so now that I've shared I'll shut up. : !
~Right In Front of Your Eyes~
Disclaimer- I own the plot-maybe not even that. The rest is her's.
Chapter 5- Leaves, Rain, and Stars-Part I of II
A cool breeze crept into the unlit room. It traveled past the telescope, the pile of clothes on the floor, and the nightstand. As it climbed the height of the bed, it ruffled the white bed sheets and tickled a pair of bare feet. It then moved up the bed and gently blew into an unsuspecting ear.
A pair of chocolate eyes opened slowly. Turning to the nightstand, the eyes read "11:15" on the face of a digital watch.
"11:15! Shit! I overslept!" A pair of feet ran around the unkempt room. Pulling on pants and a shirt, Oliver moved to open his room door. A note caught his eye before his hand reached the doorknob.
Our little Captain,
Oliver, your father and I will be out for the weekend. I told you before but I believe your cluttered mind has let that slip through. I expect the house to be standing and tidy when we return. Don't stay up too late and we'll see you tomorrow night.
With love,
Mom
"Out for the weekend? She never told me that." Oliver muttered to himself as he went down to the kitchen. The Wood's kitchen was just like any other Muggle kitchen. It had every basic appliance, a toaster, a microwave, a refrigerator, a blender, and anything else one would need. There proved to be one problem for Oliver; he hadn't the slightest clue as to how to use any of them. He never laid as so much as a finger in the kitchen with the intentions to cook. His mum always handled the cooking while his dad pretended to know what he was doing. His father's many attempts at cooking often amused Oliver. Ian Wood had a way of making the simplest recipes go haywire.
"You'd think the woman would leave me something to eat," Oliver said after he had rummaged through every closed door and cabinet in the kitchen.
"Cereal, mmm, nothing like that in the morning." Oliver poured himself a bowl of the only thing he knew he could make. Eating quickly, Oliver finished and went upstairs to shower.
After a few minutes worth of time thinking about the second year incident with Katie, Oliver stepped out from under the spout of warm water and into his room, wrapped in a towel. Throwing on a jersey and a pair of wind pants, Oliver walked to his window.
Outside, he saw Katie walking around the backyard with a big black bag. Smiling to see her up and well, Oliver dashed down the stairs and outside.
Katie's hazel eyes noticed a figure moving towards her as she gathered a few amber leaves.
"I see you're finally up," Katie said hoping to earn a smile from the handsome boy.
"Yeah, and it's still technically morning too," he replied stopping a few feet from her and rewarding Katie with a priceless smile. "What are you doing?"
"Oh, just some tedious yard work."
"Uhuh, I see."
"Care to help a lady out?" Katie asked looking hopeful.
"Sure thing, but where's the damsel in distress?" Oliver taunted to which Katie glared. "Kidding, kidding Katie!"
"Right," Katie said. "Now grab a bag and pick up every leaf you see Prince Charming."
The two friends tried to work efficiently for about an hour but the wind made it quite difficult. For every leaf they bagged another two seemed to fall from a nearby tree. Even so, the two had managed to fill four bags with the golden-brown foliage.
"You know, this would be so much easier if these leaves were wet. I wish it would rain already." Katie tilted her head up towards the gloomy sky.
"I think you're about to get what you want," Oliver said as a rumbling in the sky was heard.
Small drops of water began to fall to the earth as Katie continued to stare up at the boundless firmament. She slowly began to lose herself in the shower of rainwater. She smiled as the drops slid down the course of her face. She remembered how she used to play in the rain at her grandfather's house as a child. How her grandfather would configure the raindrops by magic to resemble people diving down to earth on their brooms.
An incessant tugging on her sleeve brought Katie's mind back to 28 Fournier Drive. Turning her head, she saw it was Oliver who was pulling at her shirt.
"Katie, c'mon! You're gonna get wet!" Oliver yelled.
Oliver was never a big fan of the rain as it had affected chances of winning in Quidditch.
"Oliver! It's just a bit of water; nothing to be scared of," she teased.
With a look of determination, Oliver let go of Katie's sleeve. "Oh so you think I'm scared of a bit of water, do you?"
"You said it, not me."
"Right!" and with that Oliver ran full force into Katie and pushed her into the pile of leaves they had made. He hadn't considered the thought that he'd probably land on top of her.
"Ack, pft, Oliver gerrof me," Katie said with a few sopping leaves in her mouth.
Oliver wasn't mentally there at that point. He was a bit busy staring at the flustered Katie beneath him. Her hair was soaked and water continued to trickle down the terrain of her face. With either hand on both sides of her, Oliver didn't budge.
"Are you gonna get off or do I have to push you off?" Cinnamon eyes still fixated on her, Oliver didn't move. "I guess that's a NO!" Katie lifted her hands, placed them on Oliver's chest, and shoved him off of her in one swift movement.
Landing on a filled black bag, Oliver didn't notice Katie walk over to him. 'Did Katie always have such deep hazel eyes?' The bag moved a bit underneath him, telling him Katie must have joined him. Oliver and Katie lay on the bag head to head looking up at the expanse of steely gray.
"Never thought you'd be one to stay outside in the rain, Mr. Wood."
"Well, I didn't think so either."
"Careful Oliver, you might begin to like the rain."
"Yeah," he smiled. "Katie, where are your parents?"
"Oh, they're at my uncle's house. They'll be back around 4 to take me to my grandfather's."
"How's he doing?" Oliver asked turning around on his elbows.
"He's doing fine but he's worried about something."
"I'm sure he just misses you, Katie. I mean who wouldn't."
"Oliver Wood! Are you saying that you actually miss ME at times?"
"Hey, I never said that!" Oliver grinned. "To tell ya the truth, I'm kinda sick of you."
"Really?"
"What do you think?"
Katie just smiled and hit Oliver on the arm.
"Ow! Hey, watch it!" he said rubbing the spot. Oliver's stomach then growled.
"Hungry?" Katie inquired standing up and motioning Oliver to follow
"How'd you know?" Oliver said trailing the baggy-clothed figure into his house.
"Intuition and the rumbling from your stomach."
* * *
"Did I mention you cook well?"
"Only seven times after your second helping of stew." Katie prided herself at being quite a cook. Her late grandmother's talent in the kitchen seemed to have skipped a generation right to her.
"It's late. I better go, gotta leave at 3:30," she said walking to the Wood's main door.
"Right," Oliver replied, "Oh, um Katie,"
Katie turned around to face the boy. "Yes?"
"You've got a leaf in your hair."
"Where?" Katie felt for the leaf only to worsen the condition of her wet, tangled hair.
"Here, I'll get it." Oliver pulled out the leaf grazing Katie's cheek as his hand left her head.
"Thanks, bye."
Oliver didn't answer. He just closed the door behind her.
Staring at the shut entrance, Katie lost herself in thought. When his hand had touched her cheek something happened. Nothing amazing, no fireworks, electric shock, or tingly sensation- just something. She couldn't quite describe it but the 'something' spurred a recurring thought. Did she like Oliver as more than a friend? Was that possible? She often thought about it when she was left to herself. 'Something' happened every time she got too close to him or was left alone with him.
But there was no way Oliver would feel the same way. Heck, she doubted he even noticed her as a girl! She was his friend and Quidditch player, practically one of the guys. Oliver saw her as that and the rest of Hogwarts did too. Oliver's little fan club didn't even think of Katie as a potential threat. To Katie that was proof enough that no one, let alone Oliver, could take interest in her.
Consequently, she often forced herself to dispose of any thoughts dealing with Oliver. Oliver Wood, Gryffindor Quidditch Captain-any girl would give her right arm to be his girlfriend. That's right-any GIRL! But Katie hardly considered herself a girl. Sure she was physically a girl but she didn't have any of the qualities that any teenage male would take interest in. (A/N: no perverse meaning intended) For most of her life, Katie intimidated boys around her. She could make any boy look bad in Quidditch and when she got mad all of hell broke loose. She seemed to enjoy, if you will, the power she had over the males she encountered, but now she wished she could throw it away.
'Oliver Wood is way out of my league. That's if I have a league. . . Oh, bugger, now I sound like I have low self-esteem!' She shook the idea out of her head and went upstairs to clean up and get ready to Floo to her grandfather's. All the way upstairs she muttered to herself, told herself that she was Oliver Wood's friend and that was all.
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Meesa very sorry that this chapter may be boring and kinda blah. Drop a review if you wish for Part II and yeah-I've gotten lazy on the proofreading. I'm sick and I really really hate rereading this. Hope you enjoyed it more than me. . . I'll update soon ~itefaq
I've got some news-good and bad. The bad news is pretty well known and nothing new. We all know that Oliver Wood, Sean Biggerstaff, will not appear in Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban-the movie. How they expect us to accept that-I have no clue! Good news- It's new to me but may be known to a lot of you-I don't know. Recently I learned that Cho Chang will not appear in the third movie either. Personally, I loathe her and could care less about her character. Right, so now that I've shared I'll shut up. : !
~Right In Front of Your Eyes~
Disclaimer- I own the plot-maybe not even that. The rest is her's.
Chapter 5- Leaves, Rain, and Stars-Part I of II
A cool breeze crept into the unlit room. It traveled past the telescope, the pile of clothes on the floor, and the nightstand. As it climbed the height of the bed, it ruffled the white bed sheets and tickled a pair of bare feet. It then moved up the bed and gently blew into an unsuspecting ear.
A pair of chocolate eyes opened slowly. Turning to the nightstand, the eyes read "11:15" on the face of a digital watch.
"11:15! Shit! I overslept!" A pair of feet ran around the unkempt room. Pulling on pants and a shirt, Oliver moved to open his room door. A note caught his eye before his hand reached the doorknob.
Our little Captain,
Oliver, your father and I will be out for the weekend. I told you before but I believe your cluttered mind has let that slip through. I expect the house to be standing and tidy when we return. Don't stay up too late and we'll see you tomorrow night.
With love,
Mom
"Out for the weekend? She never told me that." Oliver muttered to himself as he went down to the kitchen. The Wood's kitchen was just like any other Muggle kitchen. It had every basic appliance, a toaster, a microwave, a refrigerator, a blender, and anything else one would need. There proved to be one problem for Oliver; he hadn't the slightest clue as to how to use any of them. He never laid as so much as a finger in the kitchen with the intentions to cook. His mum always handled the cooking while his dad pretended to know what he was doing. His father's many attempts at cooking often amused Oliver. Ian Wood had a way of making the simplest recipes go haywire.
"You'd think the woman would leave me something to eat," Oliver said after he had rummaged through every closed door and cabinet in the kitchen.
"Cereal, mmm, nothing like that in the morning." Oliver poured himself a bowl of the only thing he knew he could make. Eating quickly, Oliver finished and went upstairs to shower.
After a few minutes worth of time thinking about the second year incident with Katie, Oliver stepped out from under the spout of warm water and into his room, wrapped in a towel. Throwing on a jersey and a pair of wind pants, Oliver walked to his window.
Outside, he saw Katie walking around the backyard with a big black bag. Smiling to see her up and well, Oliver dashed down the stairs and outside.
Katie's hazel eyes noticed a figure moving towards her as she gathered a few amber leaves.
"I see you're finally up," Katie said hoping to earn a smile from the handsome boy.
"Yeah, and it's still technically morning too," he replied stopping a few feet from her and rewarding Katie with a priceless smile. "What are you doing?"
"Oh, just some tedious yard work."
"Uhuh, I see."
"Care to help a lady out?" Katie asked looking hopeful.
"Sure thing, but where's the damsel in distress?" Oliver taunted to which Katie glared. "Kidding, kidding Katie!"
"Right," Katie said. "Now grab a bag and pick up every leaf you see Prince Charming."
The two friends tried to work efficiently for about an hour but the wind made it quite difficult. For every leaf they bagged another two seemed to fall from a nearby tree. Even so, the two had managed to fill four bags with the golden-brown foliage.
"You know, this would be so much easier if these leaves were wet. I wish it would rain already." Katie tilted her head up towards the gloomy sky.
"I think you're about to get what you want," Oliver said as a rumbling in the sky was heard.
Small drops of water began to fall to the earth as Katie continued to stare up at the boundless firmament. She slowly began to lose herself in the shower of rainwater. She smiled as the drops slid down the course of her face. She remembered how she used to play in the rain at her grandfather's house as a child. How her grandfather would configure the raindrops by magic to resemble people diving down to earth on their brooms.
An incessant tugging on her sleeve brought Katie's mind back to 28 Fournier Drive. Turning her head, she saw it was Oliver who was pulling at her shirt.
"Katie, c'mon! You're gonna get wet!" Oliver yelled.
Oliver was never a big fan of the rain as it had affected chances of winning in Quidditch.
"Oliver! It's just a bit of water; nothing to be scared of," she teased.
With a look of determination, Oliver let go of Katie's sleeve. "Oh so you think I'm scared of a bit of water, do you?"
"You said it, not me."
"Right!" and with that Oliver ran full force into Katie and pushed her into the pile of leaves they had made. He hadn't considered the thought that he'd probably land on top of her.
"Ack, pft, Oliver gerrof me," Katie said with a few sopping leaves in her mouth.
Oliver wasn't mentally there at that point. He was a bit busy staring at the flustered Katie beneath him. Her hair was soaked and water continued to trickle down the terrain of her face. With either hand on both sides of her, Oliver didn't budge.
"Are you gonna get off or do I have to push you off?" Cinnamon eyes still fixated on her, Oliver didn't move. "I guess that's a NO!" Katie lifted her hands, placed them on Oliver's chest, and shoved him off of her in one swift movement.
Landing on a filled black bag, Oliver didn't notice Katie walk over to him. 'Did Katie always have such deep hazel eyes?' The bag moved a bit underneath him, telling him Katie must have joined him. Oliver and Katie lay on the bag head to head looking up at the expanse of steely gray.
"Never thought you'd be one to stay outside in the rain, Mr. Wood."
"Well, I didn't think so either."
"Careful Oliver, you might begin to like the rain."
"Yeah," he smiled. "Katie, where are your parents?"
"Oh, they're at my uncle's house. They'll be back around 4 to take me to my grandfather's."
"How's he doing?" Oliver asked turning around on his elbows.
"He's doing fine but he's worried about something."
"I'm sure he just misses you, Katie. I mean who wouldn't."
"Oliver Wood! Are you saying that you actually miss ME at times?"
"Hey, I never said that!" Oliver grinned. "To tell ya the truth, I'm kinda sick of you."
"Really?"
"What do you think?"
Katie just smiled and hit Oliver on the arm.
"Ow! Hey, watch it!" he said rubbing the spot. Oliver's stomach then growled.
"Hungry?" Katie inquired standing up and motioning Oliver to follow
"How'd you know?" Oliver said trailing the baggy-clothed figure into his house.
"Intuition and the rumbling from your stomach."
* * *
"Did I mention you cook well?"
"Only seven times after your second helping of stew." Katie prided herself at being quite a cook. Her late grandmother's talent in the kitchen seemed to have skipped a generation right to her.
"It's late. I better go, gotta leave at 3:30," she said walking to the Wood's main door.
"Right," Oliver replied, "Oh, um Katie,"
Katie turned around to face the boy. "Yes?"
"You've got a leaf in your hair."
"Where?" Katie felt for the leaf only to worsen the condition of her wet, tangled hair.
"Here, I'll get it." Oliver pulled out the leaf grazing Katie's cheek as his hand left her head.
"Thanks, bye."
Oliver didn't answer. He just closed the door behind her.
Staring at the shut entrance, Katie lost herself in thought. When his hand had touched her cheek something happened. Nothing amazing, no fireworks, electric shock, or tingly sensation- just something. She couldn't quite describe it but the 'something' spurred a recurring thought. Did she like Oliver as more than a friend? Was that possible? She often thought about it when she was left to herself. 'Something' happened every time she got too close to him or was left alone with him.
But there was no way Oliver would feel the same way. Heck, she doubted he even noticed her as a girl! She was his friend and Quidditch player, practically one of the guys. Oliver saw her as that and the rest of Hogwarts did too. Oliver's little fan club didn't even think of Katie as a potential threat. To Katie that was proof enough that no one, let alone Oliver, could take interest in her.
Consequently, she often forced herself to dispose of any thoughts dealing with Oliver. Oliver Wood, Gryffindor Quidditch Captain-any girl would give her right arm to be his girlfriend. That's right-any GIRL! But Katie hardly considered herself a girl. Sure she was physically a girl but she didn't have any of the qualities that any teenage male would take interest in. (A/N: no perverse meaning intended) For most of her life, Katie intimidated boys around her. She could make any boy look bad in Quidditch and when she got mad all of hell broke loose. She seemed to enjoy, if you will, the power she had over the males she encountered, but now she wished she could throw it away.
'Oliver Wood is way out of my league. That's if I have a league. . . Oh, bugger, now I sound like I have low self-esteem!' She shook the idea out of her head and went upstairs to clean up and get ready to Floo to her grandfather's. All the way upstairs she muttered to herself, told herself that she was Oliver Wood's friend and that was all.
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Meesa very sorry that this chapter may be boring and kinda blah. Drop a review if you wish for Part II and yeah-I've gotten lazy on the proofreading. I'm sick and I really really hate rereading this. Hope you enjoyed it more than me. . . I'll update soon ~itefaq