Disclaimer: This is a DISCLAIMER, DISCLAMING, that I DISCLAIMED all of J.K. Rowling's CLAIMS….
A/N: AHHHHH!! CAVITIES!! RUN! RUN! BEFORE THE FLUFFINESS IS TOO MUCH!!!
Well when it was finally time to go to sleep, but I couldn't. The thought of my best friend on the whole damn world forgot about me was haunting. I crept down to the common room, Nimbus 2001 at hand. I slowly and quietly made my way to the Quidditch pitch. I jinxed a quaffle to hover and move around. I gave it a 5-min. head start. Before I shot up and caught it. Quidditch was usually the way I vented my feelings. I wish I had a beater's club and hit to it. But I only had a quaffle. I felt I wasn't alone. I got back down on the moon lit ground. A soft autumn breeze came by, making my hair whip in front of my face.
"I wonder if Oliver ever even thought of me after I left," I thought out loud,
"He did think of you, every day" A deep voice said from behind me. It startled me,
"O..Oliver?" I whispered. Oliver showed up, walking towards me. I didn't know if I should run, or stay. I just stood at that spot. Oliver finally reached me. I couldn't look at him, I don't even know why I was so mad at him,
"Joy…" He said
"Don't call me Joy, the name is Joycelen" I said coldly. He was taken aback, from my coldness.
"I'm..I" He started.
"Oliver, you broke your promise," I said quietly, and turned to walk away. Oliver grabbed my wrist.
"Joy.. Joyce… Joycelen..stop and listen to me. I'm sorry,", I glared at the wrist he was holding, he quickly let go of my wrist.
I was still turned away from him. His voice was filled with, what regret, pity, relief. I couldn't tell. He continued,
"I'm sorry for acting that way earlier, I'm a big git. It's just that I thought you forgot about me. So I acted as if I never met you before. I could never forget you, you know that Joy."
I slowly turned around, to face him. He sounded genuine and sincere.
"I'm sorry too, Oliver, I should've said something," I was looking at the ground. A tear escaped my eye. I didn't know from what. I was torn apart between happiness and sadness. I felt Oliver's hand underneath my chin, lifting it up so I was looking into those chocolate brown eyes of his.
"I missed you Joy," and gave me a hug.
"I missed you so much Oliver," I whispered. He was my one and only best friend I ever had. I kept on moving around Britain, I didn't really have long-term friendships. My parents worked for the Ministry, but I didn't know what for, but it made them travel a lot.
"I think we need to go back to the castle," He said.
"Oh, I'll fly. It's easier to get up without causing a ruckus," I grinned mischievously.
"You were always the risk taker Joy," Oliver smiled. He had a nice smile. Whoa, Joyce, its almost like you just met the guy. He's your best friend, can't be thinking of him that way.
"Well I am part of a reckless family." I said still grinning.
"Well then I encourage it all the way," He was showing his own broom. I smiled, widely.
We mounted our brooms,
"Hey, Oliver lets make this more exciting? Let's Race!" I suggested.
"Like old times my friend," He said.
"Oh before I forget, Accio Quaffle!" The quaffle came zooming towards me, I caught it spectacularly.
"You know, we need a chaser, you should join, I'm the captain now," Oliver told me as he rose up into the air. We hovered for a second.
"I may consider that Mister Wood, after I beat you to my dorm's window!" I flew off.
"Hey that's cheating!" Oliver said laughing, flying after me.
"Like old times" I said to my self. Oliver caught up with me, but I sped on. I reached my window, laughing. Oliver was right behind me.
"Oliver, you're Quidditch Captain, I expected competition!" I joked. He scowled. Oliver never liked losing. I knew that, I beat him many times. I knew it motivated him, so I did it anyway no matter how much he hated it. Oliver's face softened eventually, as I opened my dorm's window.
"Well, night Oliver," I said. Climbing back into my dorm.
"Night, Joy" He said and flew off. I was happy, I got my best friend out of ALL of my friends back.
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