Quidditch and Stuff
Part Two
Barely touching the meal in front of himself at dinner, Oliver just starred down at the table as his teammates tried to comfort him.
"Come on Wood. We're still in the game. There's a margin of one hundred points either way, but through several combinations we can still come out on top," Fred explained with that dopey smile on his face.
"Exactly. All it takes is a little luck," George continued, patting their captain on the back a few times before taking a seat at the Gryffindor table.
Their words did little to help him, but he was glad that he had such a caring team. That was what made them better than the Slytherin team afterall. Oliver would glance over toward Katie, who had been silent the whole time, appearing to be almost in a dazed-like state as she starred across the Great Hall. Of course when Wood saw the source of interest, he immediately became frustrated.
"If you would have spent more time scoring goals than watching Diggory at the game, maybe we would have scored a few more goals," Wood spoke annoyingly.
Katie just huffed and stood up, glaring down to Oliver now. "Well maybe I would have done better if you hadn't been criticizing everything we did all that day. I did the very best I could do in those conditions, so get off your high horse," she spoke declaratively and headed off out of the area.
"Girls…" Fred and George both chimed in, standing up almost in unison now. "Well, we're heading back to the common room. Fred here came up with a brilliant idea to make a fool out of Snape," George spoke. "As if Nevile hadn't already taken care of that," the other twin replied and they both walked off chuckling.
Oliver could only sit there as more and more people got up to leave. He really had nowhere to go. After awhile, he'd look up from the rather unappetizing meal to glance aimlessly around the room. The first thing that caught his attention was the form of Cedric Diggory chatting with another Hufflepuff boy with two girls on either side of him listening intently. "Disgusting," he muttered to himself, not really referring to any one thing. Just the day he was having in general.
Before he knew what was happening, Wood found himself sitting out on the Quidditch Pitch, knowing full well that he wasn't supposed to be out now. Still, everything always seemed much simpler out on the field. The world just kind of all made sense. It made him feel as if he was actually worth something.
"Finally… some peace," Oliver muttered, closing his eyes after a moment and just sitting back.
"Yeah, that's what I thought the first time I came out here too," spoke a familiar voice that Wood recognized at once.
"Can't take a hint, can you Diggory?" Wood responded, still keeping his eyes closed, but he would squint to see Cedric sitting down next to him.
"Guess not. Would you rather be left alone?" Cedric asked with a smirk on his face, well aware of what the other captain had told him the previous day.
"It's not my field. Do whatever you want," Oliver responded, finally opening his eyes to the darkening sky around them.
"Well, alright then," he had begun to stand up, but the surprising words brought him back to a sitting position.
A slightly awkward silence fell between them now, but it was Wood that spoke first.
"…I was, excited to play you too," he spoke quietly in barely more than a whisper. That was his way of apologizing anyway, and if Cedric expected more, he was barking up the wrong tree. "Terrified, but excited."
Surprised yet again at the sudden outburst, Diggory chose his words carefully before responding. "Yeah, horrible luck that Slytherin pulled out at the last minute. Heard your focus was set on beating them, and we all know they play a bit more… offensive than any of us," Cedric chuckled a bit.
Wood smiled at first too, but quickly found some way to make it sound offensive. "What?! Are you saying we couldn't have beaten you?! I'll have you know that if Harry hadn't…" he began, but was quickly cut off.
"Oh, shut it. This is your problem. You can't handle someone trying to be nice," Diggory replied with an edge to his voice.
"Yeah, well…" Wood quickly searched for the right comeback, but nothing was coming. "So what? What gives you the right to be nice to me anyway? You're my opponent."
"Well, you haven't really given me a reason to be mean to you," Cedric replied, slowly moving to his feet now. "Plus you're much better company than Davies, and don't even get me started on Flint."
"I swear, Diggory," Oliver stood up as well now, "you make absolutely no sense to me. First you come out here and bash me on my quidditch skills, and now you're full of compliments." He spat.
"First off, I never 'bashed' on the way you played quidditch. And secondly, the reason you don't understand me is because all you do understand is quidditch," Diggory spoke with a glare. "As such, we'll end it here and now. You'll play keeper for two rounds, and then we'll switch. After that, we'll both go for the snitch. In the end, if I win, Hufflepuff won the game. If you win, we call for a replay of the game. Deal?" the Hufflepuff finally asked, annoyed at Wood's unwillingness now.
"Fine! You're on," Oliver spoke, raising up his wand now. "Accio broom!" It didn't take long for the broom to come zooming toward them, and Cedric was doing the same soon enough.
Of course, they didn't have a whole lot of time. The last thing they needed were dementors all over the field again. So it would be a short.
In the end, the score was two two, and Cedric obviously had the advantage in the next bit. Still, Wood tried his best to seek out the small golden winged ball, but it just didn't appear to be anywhere in sight. Only about two minutes into the searching, they heard an all too familiar voice calling from the ground below.
"Wood! Diggory! Get down here this instance!" McGonagall spoke in a fierce rage, and of course they had to comply.
"Professor, we were just practicing…" Cedric began, and Oliver chimed in soon.
"I don't care what you were doing. Both of you to your dormitories right now, and note that 20 points will be taken from each of your houses.
In reality, twenty points wasn't bad considering the circumstances. Professor McGonagall had always been fond of quid ditch though, and if they said they were practicing, she would take their word for it. Slowly, they began marching back toward the castle, refusing to look at one another.
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Bit of a rushed ending there. Sorry about that. I hope to continue soon!
Part Two
Barely touching the meal in front of himself at dinner, Oliver just starred down at the table as his teammates tried to comfort him.
"Come on Wood. We're still in the game. There's a margin of one hundred points either way, but through several combinations we can still come out on top," Fred explained with that dopey smile on his face.
"Exactly. All it takes is a little luck," George continued, patting their captain on the back a few times before taking a seat at the Gryffindor table.
Their words did little to help him, but he was glad that he had such a caring team. That was what made them better than the Slytherin team afterall. Oliver would glance over toward Katie, who had been silent the whole time, appearing to be almost in a dazed-like state as she starred across the Great Hall. Of course when Wood saw the source of interest, he immediately became frustrated.
"If you would have spent more time scoring goals than watching Diggory at the game, maybe we would have scored a few more goals," Wood spoke annoyingly.
Katie just huffed and stood up, glaring down to Oliver now. "Well maybe I would have done better if you hadn't been criticizing everything we did all that day. I did the very best I could do in those conditions, so get off your high horse," she spoke declaratively and headed off out of the area.
"Girls…" Fred and George both chimed in, standing up almost in unison now. "Well, we're heading back to the common room. Fred here came up with a brilliant idea to make a fool out of Snape," George spoke. "As if Nevile hadn't already taken care of that," the other twin replied and they both walked off chuckling.
Oliver could only sit there as more and more people got up to leave. He really had nowhere to go. After awhile, he'd look up from the rather unappetizing meal to glance aimlessly around the room. The first thing that caught his attention was the form of Cedric Diggory chatting with another Hufflepuff boy with two girls on either side of him listening intently. "Disgusting," he muttered to himself, not really referring to any one thing. Just the day he was having in general.
Before he knew what was happening, Wood found himself sitting out on the Quidditch Pitch, knowing full well that he wasn't supposed to be out now. Still, everything always seemed much simpler out on the field. The world just kind of all made sense. It made him feel as if he was actually worth something.
"Finally… some peace," Oliver muttered, closing his eyes after a moment and just sitting back.
"Yeah, that's what I thought the first time I came out here too," spoke a familiar voice that Wood recognized at once.
"Can't take a hint, can you Diggory?" Wood responded, still keeping his eyes closed, but he would squint to see Cedric sitting down next to him.
"Guess not. Would you rather be left alone?" Cedric asked with a smirk on his face, well aware of what the other captain had told him the previous day.
"It's not my field. Do whatever you want," Oliver responded, finally opening his eyes to the darkening sky around them.
"Well, alright then," he had begun to stand up, but the surprising words brought him back to a sitting position.
A slightly awkward silence fell between them now, but it was Wood that spoke first.
"…I was, excited to play you too," he spoke quietly in barely more than a whisper. That was his way of apologizing anyway, and if Cedric expected more, he was barking up the wrong tree. "Terrified, but excited."
Surprised yet again at the sudden outburst, Diggory chose his words carefully before responding. "Yeah, horrible luck that Slytherin pulled out at the last minute. Heard your focus was set on beating them, and we all know they play a bit more… offensive than any of us," Cedric chuckled a bit.
Wood smiled at first too, but quickly found some way to make it sound offensive. "What?! Are you saying we couldn't have beaten you?! I'll have you know that if Harry hadn't…" he began, but was quickly cut off.
"Oh, shut it. This is your problem. You can't handle someone trying to be nice," Diggory replied with an edge to his voice.
"Yeah, well…" Wood quickly searched for the right comeback, but nothing was coming. "So what? What gives you the right to be nice to me anyway? You're my opponent."
"Well, you haven't really given me a reason to be mean to you," Cedric replied, slowly moving to his feet now. "Plus you're much better company than Davies, and don't even get me started on Flint."
"I swear, Diggory," Oliver stood up as well now, "you make absolutely no sense to me. First you come out here and bash me on my quidditch skills, and now you're full of compliments." He spat.
"First off, I never 'bashed' on the way you played quidditch. And secondly, the reason you don't understand me is because all you do understand is quidditch," Diggory spoke with a glare. "As such, we'll end it here and now. You'll play keeper for two rounds, and then we'll switch. After that, we'll both go for the snitch. In the end, if I win, Hufflepuff won the game. If you win, we call for a replay of the game. Deal?" the Hufflepuff finally asked, annoyed at Wood's unwillingness now.
"Fine! You're on," Oliver spoke, raising up his wand now. "Accio broom!" It didn't take long for the broom to come zooming toward them, and Cedric was doing the same soon enough.
Of course, they didn't have a whole lot of time. The last thing they needed were dementors all over the field again. So it would be a short.
In the end, the score was two two, and Cedric obviously had the advantage in the next bit. Still, Wood tried his best to seek out the small golden winged ball, but it just didn't appear to be anywhere in sight. Only about two minutes into the searching, they heard an all too familiar voice calling from the ground below.
"Wood! Diggory! Get down here this instance!" McGonagall spoke in a fierce rage, and of course they had to comply.
"Professor, we were just practicing…" Cedric began, and Oliver chimed in soon.
"I don't care what you were doing. Both of you to your dormitories right now, and note that 20 points will be taken from each of your houses.
In reality, twenty points wasn't bad considering the circumstances. Professor McGonagall had always been fond of quid ditch though, and if they said they were practicing, she would take their word for it. Slowly, they began marching back toward the castle, refusing to look at one another.
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Bit of a rushed ending there. Sorry about that. I hope to continue soon!