Interlude - Not Quite Over My Head
Clara Lou
Rating - PG
Couples - None
Summary - How exactly did Oliver break Jennifer's nose. Read 'When the wrong one loves you right' first otherwise you wont understand.
Disclaimer - I own didly squat. Except Jennifer Connelly!
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Harry laughed as Jennifer went to hit Fred. "How did you break your nose? You never told us."
Hermione and Ron sat down beside him. "Yeah, come on, Jen, enquiring minds want to know," Hermione added.
Jennifer smiled "Ok, ok. One day I decided to watch the twins' Quidditch practice.."
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Jennifer moved her hair out of her face, she sighed in annoyance she didn't know why she grew it. It just ended up bugging her; she pulled a bobble out of her robe pocket, and scrapped her hair back into a ponytail. That's it, she thought, I'm getting this hair cut, there's no point keeping it long if I always pull it back. She tilted her head to the side in thought, or I could get it braided instead. She looked around and wondered where Beth was; she had said she was coming down to the watch the Quidditch practice with her.
When Beth had told her she had tried not to laugh, but had failed. Everyone knew of her crush on Oliver, it was the only reason she was prepared to sit out in the cold watching a sport that didn't interest her. Shaking her head, she smiled as she watched the Gryffindor team walked out onto the field.
Rolling her eyes at Fred and George's antics, they were only in their second year, but already they had made a name for themselves as the best pranksters since the Marauders, whoever they were. They had only got worse after getting the positions of Beaters on the team.
Katie and Angelina had also been made Chasers this year; Alex Kelvin, a seventh-year, was a Seeker. Though Jennifer didn't think he was that good, being too big. Most seekers were small like Muggle jockeys. The third Chaser and team captain was Ben Holder, a seventh-year who was determined that this year they were going to break the Slytherin's run of winning the Quidditch cup. Jennifer sincerely doubted they would, Alex wasn't a good enough seeker.
She sat back in the seat, and watched as Katie and Angelica swooped across the pitch tossing the Quaffle back and forth. She turned as she heard someone shouting her name, shock and fright swept over her face seconds before the bludger hit her face, sending her flying backwards.
Fred and George jumped off their brooms, and ran towards her with the rest of the team following behind them. They skidded to a halt beside her, and dropped to their knees.
"Go get Madame Pomfrey," George told Alex, after taking one look at Jennifer's face.
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Jennifer woke up and groaned, her face was killing her, and it was agony. She moved her hand to her face, and frowned as she felt bandages and a gauze over her nose. Groaning she fell backwards onto the bed. The last thing she remembered was a Bludger flying at her head. Fred and George better not having been playing about with the Bludgers, or she was going to kill them.
"Jen, are you awake? Are you ok?" Fred asked as he stuck his head around the curtain. Jennifer nodded, and watched Fred, George, Oliver, Professor McGonagall and Dumbledore. Professor McGonagall smiled at her and walked over to the bed.
"How are you feeling, Miss Connelly?" she asked sympathetically. Jennifer shrugged.
"Ok, except for my face hurts. What happened?" she asked the group. She wrinkled her forehead in confusion as Oliver looked down at the ground.
"That is what we would all like to know, Miss Connelly. Would anyone like to tell us what happened?" Dumbledore asked the three boys. Oliver grumbled something under his breath; George elbowed him in the side and shook his head.
Oliver looked at George and shook his head. He took a deep breath and looked at Dumbledore. "It was my fault, Sir, I hit the bludger," he told him quietly.
Jennifer gasped. "You hit the bludger?" she asked in shock. Oliver nodded and looked at her.
"I'm sorry. Jen, I didn't mean. It was an accident. I'm so sorry," he told her woefully
Professor Dumbledore nodded. "I'm sure it was. Now. why don't you tell us what happened?" he asked Oliver
Oliver nodded and took a deep breath before starting to tell them what happened. "Well. George and Fred were practicing with the Bludgers."
********At Practice********
"Watch it, Fred! That nearly took my head off!" George shouted at him, as he dodged a Bludger.
"Sorry!" Fred shouted. "I'll try harder to hit you next time," he continued as he flew past Oliver and hit the bludger back at George. George swore under his breath as he hung onto his broom tightly with one hand, and swung the bat hard as the bludger came flying towards him. He growled as the bludger missed Fred, and instead flew past him missing him by a good ten feet. Fred laughed, and stuck out his tongue as he flew loop the loops on his broom.
Oliver rolled his eyes as he flew around the pitch to warm up, he had to wait till Angelica, Katie and Ben had finished practicing. He flew through the goals a couple of times, smiling slightly to himself. This was what he loved most about Quidditch, the feeling of freedom he got when he flew. The adrenaline buzz he experienced when he saw a Quaffle flying towards the goals, knowing that there was only him standing between that Quaffle and ten points.
He turned as he heard Fred and George arguing, he laughed slightly and then stopped as he heard a whistling sound. He looked up, and gulped slightly as he saw two Bludgers flying towards Fred and George. His first thought was who had released another bludge, and then he thought, Oh Feck! He leaned forward on his broom, and flew towards the twins, shouting warnings at them as he went. Fred and George looked up, and swore as they saw the Bludgers coming towards them. George pulled his broom back swiftly as one of the Bludgers flew past him, just managing to hang on to it. Fred was lucky enough to hit the other bludger clear into the stands.
Oliver grabbed Fred's bat, and quickly told him to help George get seated back onto his broom. He scanned the pitch looking for the missing bludger. He spotted it out of the corner of his eyes and pulled his arm back. WHACK! Oliver hit the bludger with all his might, he watched as it headed for the stands, and froze as he saw Jennifer sitting in the stands. She was in the direct line of the bludger.
"Jennifer! Move!" he started to shout as he flew as fast as he could towards her. Fred and George joined in as soon as they saw what was happening.
Oliver grimaced to himself as he heard the crunch of her nose breaking; he landed on the ground and stumbled slightly. He righted himself and raced towards Jennifer; he bit his lip, and looked away from the sight of all the blood on Jennifer's face. He snuck looks at her as they waited for Madame Pomfrey to come. He looked away, and rubbed his hand over his face; this was his entire fault, he should have watched where he was sending the Bludger.
******************In the Infirmary************
". and that's what happened, Sir. I know I should have watched where I was hitting the Bludger, but it all happened so fast," he trailed off quietly.
Dumbledore smiled at him slightly. "None of us blame you, Mr Wood. We know it was a accident, and so does, Miss Connelly."
Jennifer nodded, and smiled at Oliver. "It wasn't your fault, Oliver!" Oliver smiled slightly and looked down at the floor.
*************Present day***********
"And that's how it happened," Jennifer finished with a smile.
George shook his head. "Not exactly. See what Jen here forgot to add was how Oliver followed her around the school for about the next month like a puppy. He stopped after Jen spoke to him about it; the other girls were jealous." Fred laughed.
"They ended up pretty good friends; one of the few he had from outside the team," Fred smiled and leaned forward in his seat slightly "And between you and me I think he was kind of sad when he graduated, he had quite the crush of our little Jen. OOF!" he flew back into the seat as Jennifer hit him in the stomach with a cushion.
Harry, Ron, Hermione and George laughed as Fred ran away from Jennifer who was chasing after him with a pillow
Clara Lou
Rating - PG
Couples - None
Summary - How exactly did Oliver break Jennifer's nose. Read 'When the wrong one loves you right' first otherwise you wont understand.
Disclaimer - I own didly squat. Except Jennifer Connelly!
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Harry laughed as Jennifer went to hit Fred. "How did you break your nose? You never told us."
Hermione and Ron sat down beside him. "Yeah, come on, Jen, enquiring minds want to know," Hermione added.
Jennifer smiled "Ok, ok. One day I decided to watch the twins' Quidditch practice.."
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Jennifer moved her hair out of her face, she sighed in annoyance she didn't know why she grew it. It just ended up bugging her; she pulled a bobble out of her robe pocket, and scrapped her hair back into a ponytail. That's it, she thought, I'm getting this hair cut, there's no point keeping it long if I always pull it back. She tilted her head to the side in thought, or I could get it braided instead. She looked around and wondered where Beth was; she had said she was coming down to the watch the Quidditch practice with her.
When Beth had told her she had tried not to laugh, but had failed. Everyone knew of her crush on Oliver, it was the only reason she was prepared to sit out in the cold watching a sport that didn't interest her. Shaking her head, she smiled as she watched the Gryffindor team walked out onto the field.
Rolling her eyes at Fred and George's antics, they were only in their second year, but already they had made a name for themselves as the best pranksters since the Marauders, whoever they were. They had only got worse after getting the positions of Beaters on the team.
Katie and Angelina had also been made Chasers this year; Alex Kelvin, a seventh-year, was a Seeker. Though Jennifer didn't think he was that good, being too big. Most seekers were small like Muggle jockeys. The third Chaser and team captain was Ben Holder, a seventh-year who was determined that this year they were going to break the Slytherin's run of winning the Quidditch cup. Jennifer sincerely doubted they would, Alex wasn't a good enough seeker.
She sat back in the seat, and watched as Katie and Angelica swooped across the pitch tossing the Quaffle back and forth. She turned as she heard someone shouting her name, shock and fright swept over her face seconds before the bludger hit her face, sending her flying backwards.
Fred and George jumped off their brooms, and ran towards her with the rest of the team following behind them. They skidded to a halt beside her, and dropped to their knees.
"Go get Madame Pomfrey," George told Alex, after taking one look at Jennifer's face.
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Jennifer woke up and groaned, her face was killing her, and it was agony. She moved her hand to her face, and frowned as she felt bandages and a gauze over her nose. Groaning she fell backwards onto the bed. The last thing she remembered was a Bludger flying at her head. Fred and George better not having been playing about with the Bludgers, or she was going to kill them.
"Jen, are you awake? Are you ok?" Fred asked as he stuck his head around the curtain. Jennifer nodded, and watched Fred, George, Oliver, Professor McGonagall and Dumbledore. Professor McGonagall smiled at her and walked over to the bed.
"How are you feeling, Miss Connelly?" she asked sympathetically. Jennifer shrugged.
"Ok, except for my face hurts. What happened?" she asked the group. She wrinkled her forehead in confusion as Oliver looked down at the ground.
"That is what we would all like to know, Miss Connelly. Would anyone like to tell us what happened?" Dumbledore asked the three boys. Oliver grumbled something under his breath; George elbowed him in the side and shook his head.
Oliver looked at George and shook his head. He took a deep breath and looked at Dumbledore. "It was my fault, Sir, I hit the bludger," he told him quietly.
Jennifer gasped. "You hit the bludger?" she asked in shock. Oliver nodded and looked at her.
"I'm sorry. Jen, I didn't mean. It was an accident. I'm so sorry," he told her woefully
Professor Dumbledore nodded. "I'm sure it was. Now. why don't you tell us what happened?" he asked Oliver
Oliver nodded and took a deep breath before starting to tell them what happened. "Well. George and Fred were practicing with the Bludgers."
********At Practice********
"Watch it, Fred! That nearly took my head off!" George shouted at him, as he dodged a Bludger.
"Sorry!" Fred shouted. "I'll try harder to hit you next time," he continued as he flew past Oliver and hit the bludger back at George. George swore under his breath as he hung onto his broom tightly with one hand, and swung the bat hard as the bludger came flying towards him. He growled as the bludger missed Fred, and instead flew past him missing him by a good ten feet. Fred laughed, and stuck out his tongue as he flew loop the loops on his broom.
Oliver rolled his eyes as he flew around the pitch to warm up, he had to wait till Angelica, Katie and Ben had finished practicing. He flew through the goals a couple of times, smiling slightly to himself. This was what he loved most about Quidditch, the feeling of freedom he got when he flew. The adrenaline buzz he experienced when he saw a Quaffle flying towards the goals, knowing that there was only him standing between that Quaffle and ten points.
He turned as he heard Fred and George arguing, he laughed slightly and then stopped as he heard a whistling sound. He looked up, and gulped slightly as he saw two Bludgers flying towards Fred and George. His first thought was who had released another bludge, and then he thought, Oh Feck! He leaned forward on his broom, and flew towards the twins, shouting warnings at them as he went. Fred and George looked up, and swore as they saw the Bludgers coming towards them. George pulled his broom back swiftly as one of the Bludgers flew past him, just managing to hang on to it. Fred was lucky enough to hit the other bludger clear into the stands.
Oliver grabbed Fred's bat, and quickly told him to help George get seated back onto his broom. He scanned the pitch looking for the missing bludger. He spotted it out of the corner of his eyes and pulled his arm back. WHACK! Oliver hit the bludger with all his might, he watched as it headed for the stands, and froze as he saw Jennifer sitting in the stands. She was in the direct line of the bludger.
"Jennifer! Move!" he started to shout as he flew as fast as he could towards her. Fred and George joined in as soon as they saw what was happening.
Oliver grimaced to himself as he heard the crunch of her nose breaking; he landed on the ground and stumbled slightly. He righted himself and raced towards Jennifer; he bit his lip, and looked away from the sight of all the blood on Jennifer's face. He snuck looks at her as they waited for Madame Pomfrey to come. He looked away, and rubbed his hand over his face; this was his entire fault, he should have watched where he was sending the Bludger.
******************In the Infirmary************
". and that's what happened, Sir. I know I should have watched where I was hitting the Bludger, but it all happened so fast," he trailed off quietly.
Dumbledore smiled at him slightly. "None of us blame you, Mr Wood. We know it was a accident, and so does, Miss Connelly."
Jennifer nodded, and smiled at Oliver. "It wasn't your fault, Oliver!" Oliver smiled slightly and looked down at the floor.
*************Present day***********
"And that's how it happened," Jennifer finished with a smile.
George shook his head. "Not exactly. See what Jen here forgot to add was how Oliver followed her around the school for about the next month like a puppy. He stopped after Jen spoke to him about it; the other girls were jealous." Fred laughed.
"They ended up pretty good friends; one of the few he had from outside the team," Fred smiled and leaned forward in his seat slightly "And between you and me I think he was kind of sad when he graduated, he had quite the crush of our little Jen. OOF!" he flew back into the seat as Jennifer hit him in the stomach with a cushion.
Harry, Ron, Hermione and George laughed as Fred ran away from Jennifer who was chasing after him with a pillow