AU: Oliver Wood has fallen for his new neighbor, who happens to be an American witch. Romantic fluffy fic taking place during CoS, but from the p.o.v. of Oliver's love interest, Laura.

Oh, and J.K. Rowling owns everything in the wizarding world, I've just set my character, Laura, into it. So please let her stay for a little while, she (and the author) mean no harm.

A/N: In this chapter I introduce a magical instant communication device that utilizes colored font in my MS Word versions, but seeing asthis sitedoesn't post stories in color, I had to revise it a little bit, so here is a key to understanding what is going on.

Chelsea's words are underlined

Jenn's words are bolded

Laura's words are italicized

I hope this isn't too confusing! Normal font is regular old narration.

Chapter 4

Girl Talk

Oliver and I spent the rest of the day just hanging around his house and talking about random things. Before I knew it I had to head home for dinner and say good night to Oliver.

After dinner I trundled up to my room, stifling a yawn from having to get up after so little sleep. The first thing I did when I entered my room was look through the window to Oliver's. There was no light on; he wasn't there. I pulled down the second shade and looked longingly at my old backyard. It was still early afternoon there, with the sun shining brightly, and the little brook was running high and muddy from yesterday's rain. My insides ached to be back there as a strong wave of homesickness crashed over me. It was finally sinking in that this wasn't just some family vacation; I was here forever, and my old life was gone for good. Before I knew it, hot tears were coursing down my cheeks. Everything I had known was gone, and I had to start all over. I was thankful Oliver wasn't in his room now; I couldn't stand for him to see me like this.

I crossed the room to get the box of tissues from my desk when I noticed a piece of parchment laying there. This was no ordinary piece of parchment; it had been enchanted to allow instant communication between three very special people. It was very close to the Muggle instant messaging system, except completely wireless and about ten times better.

Written in shimmering pink ink was a message:

Laura! Please write back!

The color was a dead giveaway that Chelsea, one of my best friends from home, was trying to communicate with me. I grabbed my quill and my bottle of sky blue ink and quickly wrote back.

Are you still there? Oh, I miss you guys sooooo much.

A few seconds later two more messages appeared: one orange, the other pink.

It's so weird not having you here.

We miss you too, Laura.

The orange ink belonged to the third person in the enchantment, my other best friend, Jenn.

It's so good to hear from you. I'm so homesick right now.

Its ok, girlfriend, we're here for you. We'll always be here to talk.

So meet any hot guys yet?

Jenn! She's only been there for two days and she's homesick, and you're asking about boys! You're so tactless!

Actually, the wizard who lives next to me here is not only hot, he's gorgeous!

Ohhhh, spill it girl, I want details.

Yeah, what's his name?

Who cares about names? I want to know just how cute this guy is his. What does he look like?

His name is Oliver Wood, and I'd say he's about 5'9", with dark brown hair and the most deep, gorgeous, brown eyes you have ever seen. And the best part is he has the sexiest Scottish accent AND he knows I exist. His bedroom window is right across from mine, and that's how we met. We've spent the last two days together.

Talk him into letting you take his picture and then owl it to us!

Yeah!

And in the meantime you can keep talking about this guy. Is he 16 too? What does he like to do? Tell me everything and then I can figure out your compatibility ratio.

Oy Vei! You're one of a kind, Jenn.

I laughed to myself. Jenn was obsessed with her "compatibility ratios" and insisted that they provided valuable information on whether or not you and a guy would be a good couple. Personally, Chelsea and I didn't take them seriously and knew the hotter the guy, the more likely Jenn would say you are compatible with him. But right now I missed my friends so much that I was even willing to get sent a compatibility ratio just so I could talk to them.

Yes, he's also 16, but he'll be 17 before me, in October I think he said. He's really into Quidditch too. He's the Keeper and captain on his school's team. Today he showed me the new training regiment he's been working on all summer. He also swears he will turn me into a Quidditch fan before the year is out. We will be going to the same school by the way.

I soo totally see possibilities here. Keep talking girl.

He helped me pick out my classes this morning, and I guess we'll be in a bunch together. He has also been describing this school to me- Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry- its way different than at home. Apparently they are sorted into 1 of 4 different houses at the beginning of their first year. I really hope I can be in Oliver's house.

You will be. I can feel it. This guy is giving off way good vibes. Your compatibility is like 98.

Oh, and guess who else I will be going to school with? Harry Potter!

No way!

Cool! You've never met anyone famous before, Laura.

We continued to write away to each other, the parchment magically scrolling away the writing at the top to leave room for the new stuff. I told them about my new house and how my parents had transferred my old room and the magical window blind. Jenn kept bringing the conversation back to Oliver though, and by the end I had a huge list of questions I was supposed to ask him and then send her the answers. Before long, it was after midnight, and I was beginning to drift off. I was going to have to drag myself away from the paper and go to bed, as hard as it was.

The jet lag is finally getting to me guys. I can barely keep my eyes open, so I'm going to say good night now. Thanks for writing to me; it lifted my spirits so much.

Anytime, sleep well Laura.

And have sweet dreams of Oliver, for all of us.

With reluctance I wrote two final words: Finite Incantatem

The paper was instantly wiped clean. I set down my quill, recapped my ink, and walked over to the window, where the second shade was still pulled down. I looked sadly out on the New England sun set before I pulled it up. A light was on in Oliver's room, but his back was to the window. I could see he was working on his training stuff again. I pulled down the real shade and changed quickly then slipped into bed. I was asleep almost as fast as my head hit the pillow.