That night, into the second meeting
A/N didn't put a disclaimer whoose, you should know the obvious...
also forgot to add that Cheyne is an American-her story should be explained more
when it progresses. The story will get good, I promise, you just have to bear with me
for the first few chapters. Nothing's going to happen for a few chapters yet, sorry...
Not every character's speech will be translated either.
R&R bitte
~*~
Oliver ran into the changing room of Puddlemere United, after having just appeared outside of the stadium, where his teammates were already in the air. He changed into his robes before rushing out to the field. "You're late Wood!" The captain called down, "That's never happened before."
He nodded and climbed onto his broom before cicking off. "sorry." he muttered, as he flew past the seeker captain and took his place in front of the goals. His game suffered from his being ashamed and embarrased at being late. Oliver landed with a sigh, on the field, once practice was over.
"Wood, wait up." The cptain, a slightly smaller man than wood with blonde hair and brown eyes, called while following him. "What's with you today? It's not like you to be late, you're usually early." Oliver nodded, but didn't say anything. "Sudden popularity can be intense, and take it's toll on anyone, but if you can't hack it-"
"Ah was distracted." Wood explained, "donae fash yerse, it was jist a body ay those raur occasions. Ah willnae lit it happen again."
"Alright." He said, "but it better not happen again, we can't afford-"
"If ye kent foo Ah worked mah quidditch team at hogwarts, 'en ye wooldnae be efter me lake thes." Wood stated, "It's okay tj, huv Faith in yer keeper."
Tj, the catpain, shrugged, "Must be hell having all those girls chase you."
Oliver laughed, "An' when Ah finally gettae Awa', Ah loose track ay time"
"Where'd you go, then?"
"A muggle toon, ye can gie thaur ben tha back room ay ballie's bookstair, goes reit intae a muggle bookstair." Wood explained.
Tj nodded, "One way to make them stop chaing you."
"Parker!" One of the coaches called, "We've got schedules an' plays ter goo over." Tj shrugged and walked over to the coaches.
Oliver took a shower and changed before going home to his apartment in the nearby wizarding town. It was nice, owned by Puddlemere United, with a two bedrooms, livingroom, kitchen, diningroom, and an open area with a nice view of the town. He made an easy dinner for himself and fed Mera, his calico cat that was given to him, by his parents, after he had mentioned that every once in awhile he got a bit lonely. Quidditch books could only do so much for a person.
Cheyne walked the desolate streets towards her one bedroom, lone roon/kitchen area apartment. Once there she unlocked all five of the deadbolts, with different keys, and walking inside, making sure she locked all the locks again. Once she did that, Cheyne threw her bag containing her books, notebooks and pencils on the worn couch. Pulling out a frozen diner from the freezer, she turned on the oven and unpacked her books while it cooked. Taking them into the bedroom, she stacked them onto another pile of books and looked around. There were several small stacks of books all around her room. They were her pride and were worth more than anything to her.
She grabbed a pair of shorts and an oversized t-shirt out of the dresser, that she had tried to fix to the best of her ability, and changed. Once she did so she settled down on the couch to eat, and read while she did so.
~*~
Sorry for another short chapter. I ran out of time. The next one shall be longer I promise, and hopefully I can get it into the plot soon.
TY for reading.
A/N didn't put a disclaimer whoose, you should know the obvious...
also forgot to add that Cheyne is an American-her story should be explained more
when it progresses. The story will get good, I promise, you just have to bear with me
for the first few chapters. Nothing's going to happen for a few chapters yet, sorry...
Not every character's speech will be translated either.
R&R bitte
~*~
Oliver ran into the changing room of Puddlemere United, after having just appeared outside of the stadium, where his teammates were already in the air. He changed into his robes before rushing out to the field. "You're late Wood!" The captain called down, "That's never happened before."
He nodded and climbed onto his broom before cicking off. "sorry." he muttered, as he flew past the seeker captain and took his place in front of the goals. His game suffered from his being ashamed and embarrased at being late. Oliver landed with a sigh, on the field, once practice was over.
"Wood, wait up." The cptain, a slightly smaller man than wood with blonde hair and brown eyes, called while following him. "What's with you today? It's not like you to be late, you're usually early." Oliver nodded, but didn't say anything. "Sudden popularity can be intense, and take it's toll on anyone, but if you can't hack it-"
"Ah was distracted." Wood explained, "donae fash yerse, it was jist a body ay those raur occasions. Ah willnae lit it happen again."
"Alright." He said, "but it better not happen again, we can't afford-"
"If ye kent foo Ah worked mah quidditch team at hogwarts, 'en ye wooldnae be efter me lake thes." Wood stated, "It's okay tj, huv Faith in yer keeper."
Tj, the catpain, shrugged, "Must be hell having all those girls chase you."
Oliver laughed, "An' when Ah finally gettae Awa', Ah loose track ay time"
"Where'd you go, then?"
"A muggle toon, ye can gie thaur ben tha back room ay ballie's bookstair, goes reit intae a muggle bookstair." Wood explained.
Tj nodded, "One way to make them stop chaing you."
"Parker!" One of the coaches called, "We've got schedules an' plays ter goo over." Tj shrugged and walked over to the coaches.
Oliver took a shower and changed before going home to his apartment in the nearby wizarding town. It was nice, owned by Puddlemere United, with a two bedrooms, livingroom, kitchen, diningroom, and an open area with a nice view of the town. He made an easy dinner for himself and fed Mera, his calico cat that was given to him, by his parents, after he had mentioned that every once in awhile he got a bit lonely. Quidditch books could only do so much for a person.
Cheyne walked the desolate streets towards her one bedroom, lone roon/kitchen area apartment. Once there she unlocked all five of the deadbolts, with different keys, and walking inside, making sure she locked all the locks again. Once she did that, Cheyne threw her bag containing her books, notebooks and pencils on the worn couch. Pulling out a frozen diner from the freezer, she turned on the oven and unpacked her books while it cooked. Taking them into the bedroom, she stacked them onto another pile of books and looked around. There were several small stacks of books all around her room. They were her pride and were worth more than anything to her.
She grabbed a pair of shorts and an oversized t-shirt out of the dresser, that she had tried to fix to the best of her ability, and changed. Once she did so she settled down on the couch to eat, and read while she did so.
~*~
Sorry for another short chapter. I ran out of time. The next one shall be longer I promise, and hopefully I can get it into the plot soon.
TY for reading.