Chapter 2
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The days flew by and the Saturday of New Years arrived. With it came the
excited buzz of expectancy.
"Wonder what time she's arriving." Said Dean, is mouth full of porridge.
"Dunno.hope it's soon though!" smiled Rosie Johnson, another of Daisy's good friends.
Just then the mail arrived. Over a hundred owls swooped down on the tables. Oliver received his weekly subscription of Quidditch in Quantity, a postcard from his cousin at Beauxbatons, and a letter.
The letter was addressed simply to Oliver in neat curvy writing. He opened the letter curiously:
To my Keeper, ****WATCH YOUR BACK**** Always ?
A trail of gold question marks floated around the edge of the page. Oliver smiled. He turned around and there she was, ten times more beautiful than he remembered. Damn! Why does my best friend have to be so bloody pretty?
People began to notice her arrival and soon people, swarmed to say hello to her.
"Oh my god! I've missed you all so much!" She half cried, half laughed.
Her friends replied with hugs and squeals of excitement.
Then finally it was Oliver's turn.
"Hello my angel!" She threw her arms around his neck.
"Watch my back, ay?"
He laughed as he returned her hug. He couldn't help but notice how slender and fragile she was. It felt good, like he was sheltering her from the world.
Daisy had felt it too. His protection. She smiled into his jumper.
"I'm starving," she explained as she sat down at the Gryffindor table. Her friends watched in awe as she piled her plate with crispy bacon and pancakes with whipped cream and maple syrup (A/N: My person favourite breakfast). "We couldn't tell," Angelica, giving her friend a squeeze.
Oliver studied Daisy as she sat opposite him. He was overwhelmed by the life and sparkle in her. Her golden hair had grown and now hung in defined waves around her face. Her turquoise eyes smiled and danced, lighting up her whole face. She was so refreshing. Oliver realized he was staring and shook himself.
"Gorgeous aint she?"
A voice spoke in his ear. Rosie winked at him. She had missed nothing. Oliver blushed and smiled sheepishly.
Just then the clock struck ten - Quidditch practice.
"Diya wanna come and watch Dais?" said Rosie with a sideways glance at Oliver.
"Love to.Oh and congrats about the captaincy Ol! I always thought you'd make a great captain."
"Thanks, Dais." Oliver smiled at her.
She smiled back mischievously. Why am I doing this? She thought. Daisy, stop it! You're flirting with your best friend!
Oliver grinned at Daisy as he swooped past on his broomstick. Her heart skipped a beat. He'd grown so much over the last year. He looked so strong, so powerful. He had such control over the air. And he was hot. Yes, Daisy admitted, Very hot!
"Ok team. We'll call it a day. Same time tomorrow. No excuses Fred!"
Oliver flew down towards Daisy.
"You've got so good!"
"Flattering Dais, but you're probably still better. You've got the grace."
The both looked at each other.
"I'd offer to take you for a ride but you probably wouldn't want to - I'm a bit sweaty."
Daisy looked into his laughing brown eyes and smiled.
"As a matter of fact, Mr. Wood, I'd love to come for a ride- sweat and all."
Daisy walked over to his broom and Oliver helped her onto his broom. She sat in front of him, tingling with excitement and looked over her shoulder at the grinning Wood. She couldn't help it - she knew she was falling for him.
"Wonder what time she's arriving." Said Dean, is mouth full of porridge.
"Dunno.hope it's soon though!" smiled Rosie Johnson, another of Daisy's good friends.
Just then the mail arrived. Over a hundred owls swooped down on the tables. Oliver received his weekly subscription of Quidditch in Quantity, a postcard from his cousin at Beauxbatons, and a letter.
The letter was addressed simply to Oliver in neat curvy writing. He opened the letter curiously:
To my Keeper, ****WATCH YOUR BACK**** Always ?
A trail of gold question marks floated around the edge of the page. Oliver smiled. He turned around and there she was, ten times more beautiful than he remembered. Damn! Why does my best friend have to be so bloody pretty?
People began to notice her arrival and soon people, swarmed to say hello to her.
"Oh my god! I've missed you all so much!" She half cried, half laughed.
Her friends replied with hugs and squeals of excitement.
Then finally it was Oliver's turn.
"Hello my angel!" She threw her arms around his neck.
"Watch my back, ay?"
He laughed as he returned her hug. He couldn't help but notice how slender and fragile she was. It felt good, like he was sheltering her from the world.
Daisy had felt it too. His protection. She smiled into his jumper.
"I'm starving," she explained as she sat down at the Gryffindor table. Her friends watched in awe as she piled her plate with crispy bacon and pancakes with whipped cream and maple syrup (A/N: My person favourite breakfast). "We couldn't tell," Angelica, giving her friend a squeeze.
Oliver studied Daisy as she sat opposite him. He was overwhelmed by the life and sparkle in her. Her golden hair had grown and now hung in defined waves around her face. Her turquoise eyes smiled and danced, lighting up her whole face. She was so refreshing. Oliver realized he was staring and shook himself.
"Gorgeous aint she?"
A voice spoke in his ear. Rosie winked at him. She had missed nothing. Oliver blushed and smiled sheepishly.
Just then the clock struck ten - Quidditch practice.
"Diya wanna come and watch Dais?" said Rosie with a sideways glance at Oliver.
"Love to.Oh and congrats about the captaincy Ol! I always thought you'd make a great captain."
"Thanks, Dais." Oliver smiled at her.
She smiled back mischievously. Why am I doing this? She thought. Daisy, stop it! You're flirting with your best friend!
Oliver grinned at Daisy as he swooped past on his broomstick. Her heart skipped a beat. He'd grown so much over the last year. He looked so strong, so powerful. He had such control over the air. And he was hot. Yes, Daisy admitted, Very hot!
"Ok team. We'll call it a day. Same time tomorrow. No excuses Fred!"
Oliver flew down towards Daisy.
"You've got so good!"
"Flattering Dais, but you're probably still better. You've got the grace."
The both looked at each other.
"I'd offer to take you for a ride but you probably wouldn't want to - I'm a bit sweaty."
Daisy looked into his laughing brown eyes and smiled.
"As a matter of fact, Mr. Wood, I'd love to come for a ride- sweat and all."
Daisy walked over to his broom and Oliver helped her onto his broom. She sat in front of him, tingling with excitement and looked over her shoulder at the grinning Wood. She couldn't help it - she knew she was falling for him.