!:Disclamer! I dont own ANYTHING..well i have a waterbottle on my desk that's
pinched my finger twice within the hour..but that doesn't count! oh wait i own Achillee's
but thats it. The rest belongs to JK ROWLING...duh! ::!
Oliver Wood yawned scratching his bare chest lazily standing up and going over
to his bathroom mirror to wash his face in attempts to wake himself up. The successful
Quidditch player had taken a year off his playing professionally for Ireland to take an
Aurors course at a high standard Wizard/Witches College.
Achillee's was a famous college for those who wanted to work in the Ministry of
Magic, it was part of a strand called the 'Crested League' that consisted of four other
famous colleges in the area. Though they were all terribly competitive there were friends
from different schools.
Oliver splashed the water on his face and patted it dry with a towel. He lived alone
in his dorm, well he had, it was a neat dorm that looked more like a muggle flat then
anything else. It had a small kitchen, a living room, a bathroom and two bedrooms.
Oliver's favorite part was the small veranda, the whole college was more of an Mexican-
Itallian style. Mexican in the creamy warm colours and the arched doorways , it was
Italian in the way Ivy sprawled around the veranda's and outsides of the building, the
courtyard in front of the veranda was Italy inspired with a cream coloured water fountain
and rose gardens.
Today Oliver would be meeting his new room mate, he was a little mad as it was
because he had busted his ass to get into this school, this girl had gotten a scholarship and
top recommendations. She was fresh out of Hogwarts, that's right Oliver had to share a
room with a girl! He was mad about this most of all, because he had been excepted later
then most people everyone else had been paired up and he was left to bunk with the girl.
Actually, it would have been more accurate to say he was bunking with her as she
had been excepted first, and she had signed for the room, but he had moved in first so he
saw it as she was sharing with him. Oliver didn't really have the best luck in the world so
he was expecting some terribly squealy annoying blonde girl who smacked her gum
loudly, twirled her hair, and was always painting her nails.
Oliver was a good, well alright, stunning looking man, he had rather impressive
muscles from years of Quidditch, that included muscles that were sickeningly bulgy but
well sculpted chest, stomach, arms and legs. He had let his hair grow a little but it made
him look a little more sporty if that word really works, it was still a dark brown color, like
mahogany, he had dark grey eyes, so dark they looked almost black.
The door was thrown open and he heard bags drop to the floor, he groaned quietly
and went into the living room to see a pretty straight chestnut-haired girl with film-star
like sunglasses.
"No...no!" he groaned loudly recognizing her immediately.
"Oh my god! NO!! I'm so not staying in the same flat as you for a year!" said the
girl taking off her sunglasses angrily, the eyes of Hermione Granger stared back at him.
They had gotten along really well in school, but one year they had gotten into a
huge fight at the Quidditch cup. Harry Potter, who had played on the same team as
Oliver, had gotten his hand hurt badly by a bludger and the healer was busy fixing
someone else's neck. Oliver had insisted that Harry got back up there and used his other
hand because the game was tied and they only needed the snitch to win the cup. Harry had
agreed but Hermione had protested calling Oliver a selfish, egotistical and selfless person
who would risk someone's well being to win some game so he can have his fan girls
drooling at pictures of him on their walls. He had called her a nosey good for nothing
know it all and had received a punch in the nose. They had been nothing but extremely
bitter towards each other since then.
Oliver began to walk to the door, in attempts to complain to the person in charge
of Student Arrangements, but Hermione pushed him away.
"YOU do not get to go and complain to someone! This is technically my room so
therefore I get to complain about you.." she said turning towards the door. Oliver stood
up.
"I was here first!" he said grabbing her around the waist and picking her up and
setting her across the room and running into the hall. He heard Hermione yell angrily and
run out after him.
"I SIGNED FOR THE ROOM BEFORE YOU EVEN APPLIED!!" she yelled
causing a bunch of students in the hallway to turn heads.
"Well you don't have to share the room with an unsufferable wench!" he yelled
over his shoulder. She took off one of her heels and tossed it at the back of his head, it
collided with a loud 'THUNK' and both it and he fell to the floor.
Hermione went over to him and slipped her shoe back on and knocked gently on
the door and stepped into the Deans office. Oliver slowly got up his head spinning and
slipped in after her.
!.:: SO tell me what you think? Yah lame name for the school but i was stuck..COMMENT PLEASE!!!::.!
pinched my finger twice within the hour..but that doesn't count! oh wait i own Achillee's
but thats it. The rest belongs to JK ROWLING...duh! ::!
Oliver Wood yawned scratching his bare chest lazily standing up and going over
to his bathroom mirror to wash his face in attempts to wake himself up. The successful
Quidditch player had taken a year off his playing professionally for Ireland to take an
Aurors course at a high standard Wizard/Witches College.
Achillee's was a famous college for those who wanted to work in the Ministry of
Magic, it was part of a strand called the 'Crested League' that consisted of four other
famous colleges in the area. Though they were all terribly competitive there were friends
from different schools.
Oliver splashed the water on his face and patted it dry with a towel. He lived alone
in his dorm, well he had, it was a neat dorm that looked more like a muggle flat then
anything else. It had a small kitchen, a living room, a bathroom and two bedrooms.
Oliver's favorite part was the small veranda, the whole college was more of an Mexican-
Itallian style. Mexican in the creamy warm colours and the arched doorways , it was
Italian in the way Ivy sprawled around the veranda's and outsides of the building, the
courtyard in front of the veranda was Italy inspired with a cream coloured water fountain
and rose gardens.
Today Oliver would be meeting his new room mate, he was a little mad as it was
because he had busted his ass to get into this school, this girl had gotten a scholarship and
top recommendations. She was fresh out of Hogwarts, that's right Oliver had to share a
room with a girl! He was mad about this most of all, because he had been excepted later
then most people everyone else had been paired up and he was left to bunk with the girl.
Actually, it would have been more accurate to say he was bunking with her as she
had been excepted first, and she had signed for the room, but he had moved in first so he
saw it as she was sharing with him. Oliver didn't really have the best luck in the world so
he was expecting some terribly squealy annoying blonde girl who smacked her gum
loudly, twirled her hair, and was always painting her nails.
Oliver was a good, well alright, stunning looking man, he had rather impressive
muscles from years of Quidditch, that included muscles that were sickeningly bulgy but
well sculpted chest, stomach, arms and legs. He had let his hair grow a little but it made
him look a little more sporty if that word really works, it was still a dark brown color, like
mahogany, he had dark grey eyes, so dark they looked almost black.
The door was thrown open and he heard bags drop to the floor, he groaned quietly
and went into the living room to see a pretty straight chestnut-haired girl with film-star
like sunglasses.
"No...no!" he groaned loudly recognizing her immediately.
"Oh my god! NO!! I'm so not staying in the same flat as you for a year!" said the
girl taking off her sunglasses angrily, the eyes of Hermione Granger stared back at him.
They had gotten along really well in school, but one year they had gotten into a
huge fight at the Quidditch cup. Harry Potter, who had played on the same team as
Oliver, had gotten his hand hurt badly by a bludger and the healer was busy fixing
someone else's neck. Oliver had insisted that Harry got back up there and used his other
hand because the game was tied and they only needed the snitch to win the cup. Harry had
agreed but Hermione had protested calling Oliver a selfish, egotistical and selfless person
who would risk someone's well being to win some game so he can have his fan girls
drooling at pictures of him on their walls. He had called her a nosey good for nothing
know it all and had received a punch in the nose. They had been nothing but extremely
bitter towards each other since then.
Oliver began to walk to the door, in attempts to complain to the person in charge
of Student Arrangements, but Hermione pushed him away.
"YOU do not get to go and complain to someone! This is technically my room so
therefore I get to complain about you.." she said turning towards the door. Oliver stood
up.
"I was here first!" he said grabbing her around the waist and picking her up and
setting her across the room and running into the hall. He heard Hermione yell angrily and
run out after him.
"I SIGNED FOR THE ROOM BEFORE YOU EVEN APPLIED!!" she yelled
causing a bunch of students in the hallway to turn heads.
"Well you don't have to share the room with an unsufferable wench!" he yelled
over his shoulder. She took off one of her heels and tossed it at the back of his head, it
collided with a loud 'THUNK' and both it and he fell to the floor.
Hermione went over to him and slipped her shoe back on and knocked gently on
the door and stepped into the Deans office. Oliver slowly got up his head spinning and
slipped in after her.
!.:: SO tell me what you think? Yah lame name for the school but i was stuck..COMMENT PLEASE!!!::.!