Quidditch and Stuff.
Setting: After the Gryffindor vs. Hufflepuff quidditch match in Book three.
"Damnit!" Oliver Wood hit the wall hard with his fist, leaning his head forward against it as the warm water washed down his back now. This was his last chance to win the cup and prove his worth as the team's captain, but he'd failed them. Of course his first instinct was to blame Harry, but he just couldn't. Wood blamed only himself now.
Turning the fosit slowly, the final bits of water streamed down every curve of his body before he reached for a towel and wrapped it around his waist. Stepping out slowly, he was greeted by a surprising face.
"Oh, Oliver… listen, we can go talk to someone about a rematch. Please, I don't want to win like this…" Cedric spoke slowly, his words seeming quite sincere. Just the fact that he used Wood's first name showed his deep sincerity, but the other male just shook his head and looked to the floor.
"I already told you Diggory. You won fair and square. There will be no rematch. If you want to help, why don't you go up and see Harry? If you can even get near him that is. The whole team's already up there," Oliver responded with an obvious edge to his voice as he headed for his locker now.
"You're so damn stubborn. Harry'll be fine. I asked before coming here. You, on the other hand, are a complete wreck. I'm giving you a chance to redeem yourself!" Cedric spoke loudly.
It suddenly it a nerve in Oliver and he grabbed the Hufflepuff captain by the collar and pushed him up against the locker. "I don't need your pity, Cedric. Go tell all those giggling girls about your valiant win over Gryffindor! Tell them how you smashed your opponent single handedly!"
Cedric just glared at him as he spoke, finally pushing the older student off him. "You don't know what you're talking about! I'm not Flint. I respect you Oliver. That's why I came here. I thought this would make you happy," he explained.
"You want to make me happy? Then just leave me alone. I don't need a hand out from a Hufflepuff pretty boy," Wood began, still glaring at the captain.
"Fine, Wood. And to think I was excited to play against the great Oliver Wood I'd heard so much about. Now that I see you like this, you're just pathetic," Cedric spoke cruelly, much unlike his usual calm and collected voice, slamming the door behind him as he left the locker room.
Oliver just stood there for a moment, filled with both anger and self hatred. Cedric really was trying to help, but he was much too proud to accept the other boy's offer. Unfortunately the game was just the tip of the iceberg as far as Wood's problems were concerned. He wasn't even sure who he was anymore. Quidditch was his life, but it was also his veil from any other feelings he had. Wrong feelings…
Quickly getting dressed, he'd head back to the common room slowly, pondering several things along the way. Quidditch, Harry's condition, the dementors, and Cedric Diggory. He was definitely light on the eyes. And there were those wrong thoughts again. He'd block them out with strategies for the next game.
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Well, that's the first part. Feedback is greatly appreciated, and hopefully I'll get the next bit up asap.
Setting: After the Gryffindor vs. Hufflepuff quidditch match in Book three.
"Damnit!" Oliver Wood hit the wall hard with his fist, leaning his head forward against it as the warm water washed down his back now. This was his last chance to win the cup and prove his worth as the team's captain, but he'd failed them. Of course his first instinct was to blame Harry, but he just couldn't. Wood blamed only himself now.
Turning the fosit slowly, the final bits of water streamed down every curve of his body before he reached for a towel and wrapped it around his waist. Stepping out slowly, he was greeted by a surprising face.
"Oh, Oliver… listen, we can go talk to someone about a rematch. Please, I don't want to win like this…" Cedric spoke slowly, his words seeming quite sincere. Just the fact that he used Wood's first name showed his deep sincerity, but the other male just shook his head and looked to the floor.
"I already told you Diggory. You won fair and square. There will be no rematch. If you want to help, why don't you go up and see Harry? If you can even get near him that is. The whole team's already up there," Oliver responded with an obvious edge to his voice as he headed for his locker now.
"You're so damn stubborn. Harry'll be fine. I asked before coming here. You, on the other hand, are a complete wreck. I'm giving you a chance to redeem yourself!" Cedric spoke loudly.
It suddenly it a nerve in Oliver and he grabbed the Hufflepuff captain by the collar and pushed him up against the locker. "I don't need your pity, Cedric. Go tell all those giggling girls about your valiant win over Gryffindor! Tell them how you smashed your opponent single handedly!"
Cedric just glared at him as he spoke, finally pushing the older student off him. "You don't know what you're talking about! I'm not Flint. I respect you Oliver. That's why I came here. I thought this would make you happy," he explained.
"You want to make me happy? Then just leave me alone. I don't need a hand out from a Hufflepuff pretty boy," Wood began, still glaring at the captain.
"Fine, Wood. And to think I was excited to play against the great Oliver Wood I'd heard so much about. Now that I see you like this, you're just pathetic," Cedric spoke cruelly, much unlike his usual calm and collected voice, slamming the door behind him as he left the locker room.
Oliver just stood there for a moment, filled with both anger and self hatred. Cedric really was trying to help, but he was much too proud to accept the other boy's offer. Unfortunately the game was just the tip of the iceberg as far as Wood's problems were concerned. He wasn't even sure who he was anymore. Quidditch was his life, but it was also his veil from any other feelings he had. Wrong feelings…
Quickly getting dressed, he'd head back to the common room slowly, pondering several things along the way. Quidditch, Harry's condition, the dementors, and Cedric Diggory. He was definitely light on the eyes. And there were those wrong thoughts again. He'd block them out with strategies for the next game.
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Well, that's the first part. Feedback is greatly appreciated, and hopefully I'll get the next bit up asap.