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Chapter 5
A Knock To The Head
Oliver carefully directed his team of eggs, sausage, and one crumb of bacon against the opposing toast crusts, apple bits, and an orange pip. After all, the game with Hufflepuff was just tomorrow. He barely noticed the mail owls streaming into the Great Hall until one landed on top of his head. He automatically looked up, and the owl hopped onto his shoulder. It nipped his ear affectionately. "Angus, what are ye doin' here?" he asked. The horned owl dropped a small package into his hand. The envelope was sealed with a blob of sealing wax impressed with a small symbol—a circle dominated by a four-pointed star. Oliver smiled and bolted from the breakfast table.
"Oliver? Where are you going?" Percy shouted after him. "We have Potions in fifteen minutes!"
Oliver ran back, grabbed his bag, and sprinted out of the Great Hall. He stopped in a corner of the entrance hall and opened the package. Two dried blossoms fell out, a yellow rose and a daisy. With them was a two-line note. 'Good luck in your match tomorrow. Uncle Ben says to beat them silly.' Oliver smiled again as he examined the flowers. He put them back in the box and slipped it into the pocket of his robe, and he headed down to the dungeons.
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It was a bright, sunny day, perfect for Quidditch. The Gryffindor team was in the locker room, listening to the end of Oliver's speech.
"Oliver, we know this, all right." Katie said.
"So you've been listening?" he asked.
"Yeah. We especially liked the part about when we turn into bats and you bring the troll in," George started.
"Yeah, and then Angelina, Alicia, and Katie will start getting tans—although that doesn't work for a couple of them," Fred added.
The twins said together, "And then Harry eats the Snitch." They smiled proudly.
"That's NOT funny. This is Quidditch, this is serious," Oliver yelled.
"Oliver, calm down. Let's just go and play, all right," Angelina said.
"What? You can't wait to see us Weasleys in action, showing off our muscles?"
"You're right, Fred. I can't wait to see you get knocked in the head with a Bludger."
"I'm hurt."
"Cry me a river."
Oliver couldn't believe it. What had he just told them? "Guys, I repeat—"
Fred and Angelina continued their argument. Fred was currently sticking out his tongue. "Real mature," Angelina said
Oliver gritted his teeth. "All right. Let's just get going," he snapped.
Great. They weren't paying attention.
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Jusea sat down next to Marcus, and she leaned against the banister so she could see the whole field. She smiled, fidgeting. They were watching a Quidditch match between Hufflepuff and her personal favorite, Gryffindor. Of course she wasn't biased. Oh, come on, Oliver was on this team, she had to support him. She could barely contain herself.
"Marcus, when do you think the teams will come out, you know, Gryffindor?"
"I suppose it will be soon."
"I'm very excited to see that team play, what about you?"
"Barely contain myself." Marcus had to grind his teeth together to say anything about Wood.
"I've heard they have the best team."
"I'm not so sure."
"That's right, you're on your house team. That'll be awesome to watch you play. I'll cheer for you."
He grinned. "You will?"
"Well, of course. Thank you so much." Jusea smiled.
Wow, what a sight. "For what?" Marcus asked.
"Helping me."
"No problem."
Jusea twisted to look at the field. Hufflepuff was flying out. "Is that them?"
"No." Marcus sighed. This was annoying. Why was she always talking about them? Who would want to?
"Oh, my gosh." She touched his hand. "Here they come."
"Great." She had spotted them before they had even gotten on their brooms.
The players got on their brooms, and that was when the commentating wonder Lee Jordan started. Stupid git, he always insulted Marcus's team. Just because he was a Gryffindor and friends with their Beaters...
"And here comes GRYFFINDOR: Captain for the team: Oliver Wood—might I say the best Keeper here; Fred and George Weasley—amazing Beaters."
McGonagall's voice cut through the comments. "Mr. Jordan."
"The three lovely Chasers: Angelina Johnson, Alicia Spinnet, and Katie Bell. And might I say that Miss Spinnet is looking especially good today—"
"Mr. Jordan!"
Jordan's voice quickened. "And Harry Potter, the best seeker ever. Madame Hooch comes out onto the field and the two captains shake hands. Everyone is in position. The Quaffle goes up, and the game is off."
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Banks knocks a Bludger towards Katie Bell. Of course, the clever Chaser ducks, and the Bludger goes right into Oliver Wood. Ow, that had to hurt."
Jusea stood up. "Oliver!" At the same moment, the Slytherins laughed, and she turned to glare at them. "Don't laugh, it isn't funny."
"Yeah, it's not funny," Marcus said. The Slytherins gave him a weird look.
"Uh, Flint, why are you—ow."
Marcus elbowed hard. Jusea continued watching the field.
"Jusea, why don't you sit down?"
"He's not getting up."
"Look, don't worry." Marcus pulled Jusea down, though her eyes remained fixed on Wood as he was carried off to the infirmary.
The game continued, and somehow Gryffindor managed to win despite its lack of a Keeper. The Beaters used the Bludgers vengefully to keep the Hufflepuffs away from the Gryffindor goalposts, the Chasers kept the Quaffle close, and the Seeker caught the Snitch within fifteen minutes of Oliver's injury. After the game, everyone started back to the castle. Jusea turned to Marcus. "I want to go and see Oliver."
"What about Marie?"
"What?"
"You promised that you'd help her study after the game."
"That's right."
Marcus pulled gently on her arm. "Come on, let's go back to the Common Room."
Jusea looked towards the Gryffindors, walking towards the castle in their muddy robes. She sighed. Her heart was with Oliver, but her mind knew she needed to follow through with her promises. So she made a promise that no matter what time, she would visit Oliver today.
Chapter 5
A Knock To The Head
Oliver carefully directed his team of eggs, sausage, and one crumb of bacon against the opposing toast crusts, apple bits, and an orange pip. After all, the game with Hufflepuff was just tomorrow. He barely noticed the mail owls streaming into the Great Hall until one landed on top of his head. He automatically looked up, and the owl hopped onto his shoulder. It nipped his ear affectionately. "Angus, what are ye doin' here?" he asked. The horned owl dropped a small package into his hand. The envelope was sealed with a blob of sealing wax impressed with a small symbol—a circle dominated by a four-pointed star. Oliver smiled and bolted from the breakfast table.
"Oliver? Where are you going?" Percy shouted after him. "We have Potions in fifteen minutes!"
Oliver ran back, grabbed his bag, and sprinted out of the Great Hall. He stopped in a corner of the entrance hall and opened the package. Two dried blossoms fell out, a yellow rose and a daisy. With them was a two-line note. 'Good luck in your match tomorrow. Uncle Ben says to beat them silly.' Oliver smiled again as he examined the flowers. He put them back in the box and slipped it into the pocket of his robe, and he headed down to the dungeons.
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It was a bright, sunny day, perfect for Quidditch. The Gryffindor team was in the locker room, listening to the end of Oliver's speech.
"Oliver, we know this, all right." Katie said.
"So you've been listening?" he asked.
"Yeah. We especially liked the part about when we turn into bats and you bring the troll in," George started.
"Yeah, and then Angelina, Alicia, and Katie will start getting tans—although that doesn't work for a couple of them," Fred added.
The twins said together, "And then Harry eats the Snitch." They smiled proudly.
"That's NOT funny. This is Quidditch, this is serious," Oliver yelled.
"Oliver, calm down. Let's just go and play, all right," Angelina said.
"What? You can't wait to see us Weasleys in action, showing off our muscles?"
"You're right, Fred. I can't wait to see you get knocked in the head with a Bludger."
"I'm hurt."
"Cry me a river."
Oliver couldn't believe it. What had he just told them? "Guys, I repeat—"
Fred and Angelina continued their argument. Fred was currently sticking out his tongue. "Real mature," Angelina said
Oliver gritted his teeth. "All right. Let's just get going," he snapped.
Great. They weren't paying attention.
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Jusea sat down next to Marcus, and she leaned against the banister so she could see the whole field. She smiled, fidgeting. They were watching a Quidditch match between Hufflepuff and her personal favorite, Gryffindor. Of course she wasn't biased. Oh, come on, Oliver was on this team, she had to support him. She could barely contain herself.
"Marcus, when do you think the teams will come out, you know, Gryffindor?"
"I suppose it will be soon."
"I'm very excited to see that team play, what about you?"
"Barely contain myself." Marcus had to grind his teeth together to say anything about Wood.
"I've heard they have the best team."
"I'm not so sure."
"That's right, you're on your house team. That'll be awesome to watch you play. I'll cheer for you."
He grinned. "You will?"
"Well, of course. Thank you so much." Jusea smiled.
Wow, what a sight. "For what?" Marcus asked.
"Helping me."
"No problem."
Jusea twisted to look at the field. Hufflepuff was flying out. "Is that them?"
"No." Marcus sighed. This was annoying. Why was she always talking about them? Who would want to?
"Oh, my gosh." She touched his hand. "Here they come."
"Great." She had spotted them before they had even gotten on their brooms.
The players got on their brooms, and that was when the commentating wonder Lee Jordan started. Stupid git, he always insulted Marcus's team. Just because he was a Gryffindor and friends with their Beaters...
"And here comes GRYFFINDOR: Captain for the team: Oliver Wood—might I say the best Keeper here; Fred and George Weasley—amazing Beaters."
McGonagall's voice cut through the comments. "Mr. Jordan."
"The three lovely Chasers: Angelina Johnson, Alicia Spinnet, and Katie Bell. And might I say that Miss Spinnet is looking especially good today—"
"Mr. Jordan!"
Jordan's voice quickened. "And Harry Potter, the best seeker ever. Madame Hooch comes out onto the field and the two captains shake hands. Everyone is in position. The Quaffle goes up, and the game is off."
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Banks knocks a Bludger towards Katie Bell. Of course, the clever Chaser ducks, and the Bludger goes right into Oliver Wood. Ow, that had to hurt."
Jusea stood up. "Oliver!" At the same moment, the Slytherins laughed, and she turned to glare at them. "Don't laugh, it isn't funny."
"Yeah, it's not funny," Marcus said. The Slytherins gave him a weird look.
"Uh, Flint, why are you—ow."
Marcus elbowed hard. Jusea continued watching the field.
"Jusea, why don't you sit down?"
"He's not getting up."
"Look, don't worry." Marcus pulled Jusea down, though her eyes remained fixed on Wood as he was carried off to the infirmary.
The game continued, and somehow Gryffindor managed to win despite its lack of a Keeper. The Beaters used the Bludgers vengefully to keep the Hufflepuffs away from the Gryffindor goalposts, the Chasers kept the Quaffle close, and the Seeker caught the Snitch within fifteen minutes of Oliver's injury. After the game, everyone started back to the castle. Jusea turned to Marcus. "I want to go and see Oliver."
"What about Marie?"
"What?"
"You promised that you'd help her study after the game."
"That's right."
Marcus pulled gently on her arm. "Come on, let's go back to the Common Room."
Jusea looked towards the Gryffindors, walking towards the castle in their muddy robes. She sighed. Her heart was with Oliver, but her mind knew she needed to follow through with her promises. So she made a promise that no matter what time, she would visit Oliver today.