Uhm.. Here's chapter nine..
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Chapter Nine
"Fred! What are you doing? You aren't supposed to try and hit Angelina with the bludgers!" The newest captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team glared at his beater. He must have been smoking mandrake roots when he agreed to let a bunch of second years on the team.
Katie Bell was the newest member to the team. She wasn't very familiar to the sport, but the two other chasers, Alicia Spinnet and Angelina Johnson, mainly Alicia, helped her out whenever she needed the assistance.
Oliver shook his head and told everyone to stop in a commanding type voice, "Everybody just stop it! Fred, stop trying to injure Angelina with the bludger. George, stop trying to score a date with Alicia! Katie, you need to focus!! Angelina, take Alicia and Katie somewhere else and work with them on passing." He turned his attention to their idiotic seeker, "Greene!"
Their seeker pulled his broom to a hault and looked at him captain mutely. Oliver sighed and rubbed his head, "Golf balls do not fly. So you're probably going to find it on the ground."
Fred and George grinned at each other, laughing at their seeker's simpleness. Greene stopped flying to scratch his head and look down at the field. Naturally, he was too high to see the tiny white golf ball, and had to fly lower to see if he could find it.
Oliver shook his head and looked over at his three chasers, hoping they would accomplish something, then glared at Fred and George who had sent a bludger his way. "You two are going to pay for that!"
"Now that he's officially the captain of the team, he's a Quidditch freak who needs absolute control in order to feel powerful or something like that," Alicia said rapidly. "I think he has obsessive issues that he needs to come to terms with." She grinned as Katie let out a giggle.
Angelina rolled her eyes and tossed the Quaffle over to Alicia, "Come on. We might as well do what he says."
Though the girls worked well together, and Katie improved with their help, Angelina didn't say a single word to Katie for the entire practice. Once the practice was over, Angelina hurried off to catch up with Fred and George. "You little prat! What was with aiming all those bludgers at me?!" Rather than listening to what he had to say, she proceeded to whack him over the head.
"She's mad at me because of the whole Stewart thing, isn't she," Katie didn't phrase it as a question.
Alicia shrugged, "I don't know. Angelina's a fairly complicated person. Maybe you could talk to her, or something?" They walked slowly down the halls toward Gryffindor Tower.
Katie shook her head and opened her mouth to speak, but she was cut off when Oliver came up behind them. "You guys had a pretty good practice, but you all really need to work on communication, you know? Katie, good flying out there. You're not half bad. In no time at all you'll be better then that idiot, Whittner. Anyway," he patted each girl on the back and hurried off to talk to Fred, George and Angelina. Probably to tell them the same thing.
"I told you he was an obsessive freak with issues," Alicia said grinning.
A small blush covered Katie's cheeks, "So... it's cute."
"Cute?!"
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"Alicia--?" Katie's voice was very soft. It was probably well past midnight, the night before, or the morning of, the big match against Slytherin. Throughout the night, Katie had been calling out Alicia, asking her different question about Quidditch. From the strange plays they ran, to what if senarios.
A soft groan escaped from Alicia as she turned over in her bed, trying to block out Katie's voice. "Go to sleep--"
"I can't," was Katie's soft reply. "What if I go to sleep and I can't wake up? Oliver would be so mad at me if that happened, and then no one would ever talk to me ever again, and then I would--"
"Stop it," Alicia growled, pulling her pilllow over her head. "Listen," her voice was muffled from the pillow, "if you fall asleep in the middle of the match then Oliver will be mad at you, and then all that stuff you're talking about will definately happen. Now, go. To. Sleep."
"Both of you bloody go to sleep," Angelina's groggy voice came out of nowhere, but the two fell silent moments later. The silence lasted for only a few short moments before--
"Alicia?"
"Yeah?" Alicia's voice slightly whiney. It was quite obvious that she was desperate for sleep.
Katie hesitated, but went ahead and asked her question, "Do you think, I have any chance with Oliver?"
"Yeah."
"Think that he might even like me? You know, as in right now?" There was a hint of hopefulness in her voice, eyes widening at the thought that she might have a chance with the incredibly handsome Oliver Wood.
"Yeah, sure."
Katie was grinning from ear to ear at this point, then she looked over at Alicia's still form. Was she talking in her sleep? She sighed, "Are you even listening to me?"
"Go to sleep, Katie! Or I swear, I'll kill you," Angelina's growl was soft, but cut through the air like a whip.
An apology was mumbled to the very miffed Angelina, and after a long while, Katie was finally able to drift off to sleep.
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"We can beat this team! So who cares if they're bigger, stronger and nastier then we are--" Oliver wasn't scoring any points with his team at the moment. If this was his version of motivational speaking, he really sucked at it. But then again, he had three more years to work on it. "We have heart, and talent, and skill"
Fred and George didn't listen to much more after that. They simply stared off into the distance until something intersting would happen. Alicia and Angelina began to talk to each other, laughing every now and then. Katie, unlike her teammates, hung on Oliver's every word. What a hear throb, she thought when he paused to draw out a play. Almost instantly, she was caught in a happy daydream of her and Oliver.
They were in one of those romantic settings. They were in a field of wild flowers. She was wearing a plain white dress with bodice bordered lkightly with the same wild flowers that gre in the field. Oliver was clad in elegant robes, a single flower in his hand as he gazed at her.
Slowly, he tucked that lone flower behind her ear, allowing it to rest in her blondne hair. A warm smile graced his features, then he took her hands in his and they began to dance, though there was no music anywhere. Katie blushed madly while they danced, but enjoyed the moment for as long as it lasted.
And so they danced, and they continued to dance, and as they continued to dance, Katie allowed her eyes to gently closed, and she rested her head on his chest. The moment her head touched him, she pulled back and her eyes snapped open. Something wasn't right at all.
She gasped at the sight before her. Oliver was no longer in those nice robes, but now only wearing a pair of black boxers.
Katie blinked, and blinked some more, then grinned shyly. It looked like her innocent daydream had taken a slight turn, that she didn't mind all that much. She bit her lower lip nervously. Even in her wildest dreams, she had never been so close to a near naked male. She might as well take advantage of it, because she knew nothing like this would ever really happen in reality.
With a timid hand, she reached out to touch his muscular torso. It was just kind of laying around, so there was no reason to simply put it to waste. Finally her fingertips rested on that flesh, then her entire palm, but Katie immidiately noticed there was something wrong with this. Since when did human flesh feel like a--
"--a Quaffle?!" Katie looked around in an alarmed fashion. "What the--?!"
When had the Quidditch game started? Did it just start? What was going on? But Katie didn't have long to think about what had happened, she could only think about what to do. Just ahead of her, all three Slytherin chasers were after her! Blue eyes widend in fear.
"Katie!" Alicia called out from her left. "Fly, Katie! Fly!" She began to wildly flap her arms as she urged her friend to fly with the quaffle.
She didn't need to be told twice, and before another word was said, Katie had flown off in the direction of the Slytherin goal. She chanced a glance behind her, to see if the three chasers were still on her tail. They were, and they were gaining on her well. With a scared yelp, she sped up ever so slightly.
"Go Katie! Go Katie! Go Katie! Go! Go! Go!!!" Lee's voice not only drowned out the cheering and booing crowd, but drowned out any and all thought as well.
This was not her idea of fun. Katie sped up a little bit more, quaffle still in hand. Out of the corner of her eyes she could see Alicia and Angelina at her sides. calling for her to pass the quaffle to one of them, but when bludgers took the two girls out of action, that was no longer a possibility. So she did the only thing she could do. Fly.
As the Slytherin keeper came into view, she could see that he was smirking, knowing that she couldn't possibly make the goal. Katie hadn't really worked on making goals during their practices, only passing, catching and flying. She bit her lip still flying.
The crowd's roars grew louder in her ears, but her racing heart beat was even louder than the roar of the crowd. Katie continued to bite down on her lips until she thought it might detatch from the rest of her face. She drew closer and closer to the Slytherin goal, her teammates yelling for her to shoot it, the Slytherins, still trying to go their fastest to stop her.
I can't shoot this, she panicked. I can't do this!
Katie continued to fly forward with her speed gradually picking up, and the Slytherin keeper began to frown sligtly as the blonde girl drew closer. It was when she was a few yards from him, did he move out of her line of direction. It was a bad move on his part, because this left Katie to fly right through the goal.
"TEN MORE POINTS FOR GRYFFINDOR!" Lee cried out, not really caring if that was a legal move.
The professors instantly pulled their heads together, discussing on whether or not they should allow that one to pass. They decided that it would be the first and last time a move like that would be performed. Nothing like this had ever happend in Hogwarts' history. Professor McGonagall nodded, and the ten points were added to Gryffindor's score, much to Snape's displeasure.
A mere fifteen minutes later, the Slytherin seeker was successful in catching snitch.
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Oliver scratched the side of his neck as he looked over his team. They were obviously tired, and soaked with sweat. They had played their hearts out, and had nothing to show for it. He wasn't exactly sure what to say. "Well--" he began lamely. "I think you guys played really great, and I also think that there's a lot of potential on this team, and--"
"I'm really sorry guys," Katie began softly. "If I hadn't been in the way, Miles would have seen the snitch and he would have gotten to it before their seeker." Her head was lowered when she spoke to her team in the softest possible voice. Though her face was hidden from view, it was quite obvious she was crying.
Alicia put a comforting hand on Katie's back, unable to think of words to say. Angelina; however, knew exactly what to say. She shook her head and made Katie look at her, "Listen, don't be all down on yourself. You tried your hardest. We all did, we're just going to have to try even harder next time, yeah?"
"Yeah!" Fred and George said eagerly, hoping to change the mood in the room.
With final sniff, and a forced smile, "Yeah."
"Now that we've got that settled, in two weeks is our match against Ravenclaw, so--" Oliver had clapped his hands together and brought them back to their not so immidiate problem. He began to explain in great detail what they needed to do more than enything. He had even offered to help Katie whenever she needed it.
Katie turned a bright red, then nodded her ok.
"Hey, Wood?" George began in a complaintive voice, "Can we at least wait until our next practice before you start preparing us for the next match?"
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Not as good as previous chapters, but everyone gets their down time.. and if I lied to anyone about what was to come in the ninth chapter it was only because I had a serious brain fart and totally bombed..
circumambientrose - You read this during work?! Well, if you get fired, it's not my fault. But I am glad you read it, and liked it!
Kathy - Yes, we do need more Oliver, which is why I am going to slowly weave him into the mix.. -.-' I hope..
Miss Lady Padfoot - Hi Katie, very nice to meet you, and I'm glad you're enjoying your visit to Please feel free to continue reading QTTA and remember, reviews are appriciated! Heh.. But seriously, thanks for the review.
Uhm.. like I said before.. Brain fart.. not the best chapter I've ever written.. I'm gonna have to make it up to you all somehow.. -.-'
Later
-Richi Sama-
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Chapter Nine
"Fred! What are you doing? You aren't supposed to try and hit Angelina with the bludgers!" The newest captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team glared at his beater. He must have been smoking mandrake roots when he agreed to let a bunch of second years on the team.
Katie Bell was the newest member to the team. She wasn't very familiar to the sport, but the two other chasers, Alicia Spinnet and Angelina Johnson, mainly Alicia, helped her out whenever she needed the assistance.
Oliver shook his head and told everyone to stop in a commanding type voice, "Everybody just stop it! Fred, stop trying to injure Angelina with the bludger. George, stop trying to score a date with Alicia! Katie, you need to focus!! Angelina, take Alicia and Katie somewhere else and work with them on passing." He turned his attention to their idiotic seeker, "Greene!"
Their seeker pulled his broom to a hault and looked at him captain mutely. Oliver sighed and rubbed his head, "Golf balls do not fly. So you're probably going to find it on the ground."
Fred and George grinned at each other, laughing at their seeker's simpleness. Greene stopped flying to scratch his head and look down at the field. Naturally, he was too high to see the tiny white golf ball, and had to fly lower to see if he could find it.
Oliver shook his head and looked over at his three chasers, hoping they would accomplish something, then glared at Fred and George who had sent a bludger his way. "You two are going to pay for that!"
"Now that he's officially the captain of the team, he's a Quidditch freak who needs absolute control in order to feel powerful or something like that," Alicia said rapidly. "I think he has obsessive issues that he needs to come to terms with." She grinned as Katie let out a giggle.
Angelina rolled her eyes and tossed the Quaffle over to Alicia, "Come on. We might as well do what he says."
Though the girls worked well together, and Katie improved with their help, Angelina didn't say a single word to Katie for the entire practice. Once the practice was over, Angelina hurried off to catch up with Fred and George. "You little prat! What was with aiming all those bludgers at me?!" Rather than listening to what he had to say, she proceeded to whack him over the head.
"She's mad at me because of the whole Stewart thing, isn't she," Katie didn't phrase it as a question.
Alicia shrugged, "I don't know. Angelina's a fairly complicated person. Maybe you could talk to her, or something?" They walked slowly down the halls toward Gryffindor Tower.
Katie shook her head and opened her mouth to speak, but she was cut off when Oliver came up behind them. "You guys had a pretty good practice, but you all really need to work on communication, you know? Katie, good flying out there. You're not half bad. In no time at all you'll be better then that idiot, Whittner. Anyway," he patted each girl on the back and hurried off to talk to Fred, George and Angelina. Probably to tell them the same thing.
"I told you he was an obsessive freak with issues," Alicia said grinning.
A small blush covered Katie's cheeks, "So... it's cute."
"Cute?!"
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"Alicia--?" Katie's voice was very soft. It was probably well past midnight, the night before, or the morning of, the big match against Slytherin. Throughout the night, Katie had been calling out Alicia, asking her different question about Quidditch. From the strange plays they ran, to what if senarios.
A soft groan escaped from Alicia as she turned over in her bed, trying to block out Katie's voice. "Go to sleep--"
"I can't," was Katie's soft reply. "What if I go to sleep and I can't wake up? Oliver would be so mad at me if that happened, and then no one would ever talk to me ever again, and then I would--"
"Stop it," Alicia growled, pulling her pilllow over her head. "Listen," her voice was muffled from the pillow, "if you fall asleep in the middle of the match then Oliver will be mad at you, and then all that stuff you're talking about will definately happen. Now, go. To. Sleep."
"Both of you bloody go to sleep," Angelina's groggy voice came out of nowhere, but the two fell silent moments later. The silence lasted for only a few short moments before--
"Alicia?"
"Yeah?" Alicia's voice slightly whiney. It was quite obvious that she was desperate for sleep.
Katie hesitated, but went ahead and asked her question, "Do you think, I have any chance with Oliver?"
"Yeah."
"Think that he might even like me? You know, as in right now?" There was a hint of hopefulness in her voice, eyes widening at the thought that she might have a chance with the incredibly handsome Oliver Wood.
"Yeah, sure."
Katie was grinning from ear to ear at this point, then she looked over at Alicia's still form. Was she talking in her sleep? She sighed, "Are you even listening to me?"
"Go to sleep, Katie! Or I swear, I'll kill you," Angelina's growl was soft, but cut through the air like a whip.
An apology was mumbled to the very miffed Angelina, and after a long while, Katie was finally able to drift off to sleep.
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"We can beat this team! So who cares if they're bigger, stronger and nastier then we are--" Oliver wasn't scoring any points with his team at the moment. If this was his version of motivational speaking, he really sucked at it. But then again, he had three more years to work on it. "We have heart, and talent, and skill"
Fred and George didn't listen to much more after that. They simply stared off into the distance until something intersting would happen. Alicia and Angelina began to talk to each other, laughing every now and then. Katie, unlike her teammates, hung on Oliver's every word. What a hear throb, she thought when he paused to draw out a play. Almost instantly, she was caught in a happy daydream of her and Oliver.
They were in one of those romantic settings. They were in a field of wild flowers. She was wearing a plain white dress with bodice bordered lkightly with the same wild flowers that gre in the field. Oliver was clad in elegant robes, a single flower in his hand as he gazed at her.
Slowly, he tucked that lone flower behind her ear, allowing it to rest in her blondne hair. A warm smile graced his features, then he took her hands in his and they began to dance, though there was no music anywhere. Katie blushed madly while they danced, but enjoyed the moment for as long as it lasted.
And so they danced, and they continued to dance, and as they continued to dance, Katie allowed her eyes to gently closed, and she rested her head on his chest. The moment her head touched him, she pulled back and her eyes snapped open. Something wasn't right at all.
She gasped at the sight before her. Oliver was no longer in those nice robes, but now only wearing a pair of black boxers.
Katie blinked, and blinked some more, then grinned shyly. It looked like her innocent daydream had taken a slight turn, that she didn't mind all that much. She bit her lower lip nervously. Even in her wildest dreams, she had never been so close to a near naked male. She might as well take advantage of it, because she knew nothing like this would ever really happen in reality.
With a timid hand, she reached out to touch his muscular torso. It was just kind of laying around, so there was no reason to simply put it to waste. Finally her fingertips rested on that flesh, then her entire palm, but Katie immidiately noticed there was something wrong with this. Since when did human flesh feel like a--
"--a Quaffle?!" Katie looked around in an alarmed fashion. "What the--?!"
When had the Quidditch game started? Did it just start? What was going on? But Katie didn't have long to think about what had happened, she could only think about what to do. Just ahead of her, all three Slytherin chasers were after her! Blue eyes widend in fear.
"Katie!" Alicia called out from her left. "Fly, Katie! Fly!" She began to wildly flap her arms as she urged her friend to fly with the quaffle.
She didn't need to be told twice, and before another word was said, Katie had flown off in the direction of the Slytherin goal. She chanced a glance behind her, to see if the three chasers were still on her tail. They were, and they were gaining on her well. With a scared yelp, she sped up ever so slightly.
"Go Katie! Go Katie! Go Katie! Go! Go! Go!!!" Lee's voice not only drowned out the cheering and booing crowd, but drowned out any and all thought as well.
This was not her idea of fun. Katie sped up a little bit more, quaffle still in hand. Out of the corner of her eyes she could see Alicia and Angelina at her sides. calling for her to pass the quaffle to one of them, but when bludgers took the two girls out of action, that was no longer a possibility. So she did the only thing she could do. Fly.
As the Slytherin keeper came into view, she could see that he was smirking, knowing that she couldn't possibly make the goal. Katie hadn't really worked on making goals during their practices, only passing, catching and flying. She bit her lip still flying.
The crowd's roars grew louder in her ears, but her racing heart beat was even louder than the roar of the crowd. Katie continued to bite down on her lips until she thought it might detatch from the rest of her face. She drew closer and closer to the Slytherin goal, her teammates yelling for her to shoot it, the Slytherins, still trying to go their fastest to stop her.
I can't shoot this, she panicked. I can't do this!
Katie continued to fly forward with her speed gradually picking up, and the Slytherin keeper began to frown sligtly as the blonde girl drew closer. It was when she was a few yards from him, did he move out of her line of direction. It was a bad move on his part, because this left Katie to fly right through the goal.
"TEN MORE POINTS FOR GRYFFINDOR!" Lee cried out, not really caring if that was a legal move.
The professors instantly pulled their heads together, discussing on whether or not they should allow that one to pass. They decided that it would be the first and last time a move like that would be performed. Nothing like this had ever happend in Hogwarts' history. Professor McGonagall nodded, and the ten points were added to Gryffindor's score, much to Snape's displeasure.
A mere fifteen minutes later, the Slytherin seeker was successful in catching snitch.
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Oliver scratched the side of his neck as he looked over his team. They were obviously tired, and soaked with sweat. They had played their hearts out, and had nothing to show for it. He wasn't exactly sure what to say. "Well--" he began lamely. "I think you guys played really great, and I also think that there's a lot of potential on this team, and--"
"I'm really sorry guys," Katie began softly. "If I hadn't been in the way, Miles would have seen the snitch and he would have gotten to it before their seeker." Her head was lowered when she spoke to her team in the softest possible voice. Though her face was hidden from view, it was quite obvious she was crying.
Alicia put a comforting hand on Katie's back, unable to think of words to say. Angelina; however, knew exactly what to say. She shook her head and made Katie look at her, "Listen, don't be all down on yourself. You tried your hardest. We all did, we're just going to have to try even harder next time, yeah?"
"Yeah!" Fred and George said eagerly, hoping to change the mood in the room.
With final sniff, and a forced smile, "Yeah."
"Now that we've got that settled, in two weeks is our match against Ravenclaw, so--" Oliver had clapped his hands together and brought them back to their not so immidiate problem. He began to explain in great detail what they needed to do more than enything. He had even offered to help Katie whenever she needed it.
Katie turned a bright red, then nodded her ok.
"Hey, Wood?" George began in a complaintive voice, "Can we at least wait until our next practice before you start preparing us for the next match?"
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Not as good as previous chapters, but everyone gets their down time.. and if I lied to anyone about what was to come in the ninth chapter it was only because I had a serious brain fart and totally bombed..
circumambientrose - You read this during work?! Well, if you get fired, it's not my fault. But I am glad you read it, and liked it!
Kathy - Yes, we do need more Oliver, which is why I am going to slowly weave him into the mix.. -.-' I hope..
Miss Lady Padfoot - Hi Katie, very nice to meet you, and I'm glad you're enjoying your visit to Please feel free to continue reading QTTA and remember, reviews are appriciated! Heh.. But seriously, thanks for the review.
Uhm.. like I said before.. Brain fart.. not the best chapter I've ever written.. I'm gonna have to make it up to you all somehow.. -.-'
Later
-Richi Sama-